In the evening, Mo Zhengyan also came over and picked them up for a banquet.
"Mrs. Qi, the boy I met in your studio just this afternoon, is he your closed disciple?" Mother Song talked about that person with a smile.
Madam Qi said, "Yes, that child is the last student I accepted."
"Then you must like this student very much." Mother Song said with a smile.
"It's just, how did he become a doctor?" Aunt Jun suddenly asked when talking about this topic.
Everyone is also listening, with some interest, but also because of curiosity.
Mo Zhengyan sat silently on his side, and Mrs. Qi replied, "He, he is the least obedient among my students. I have wanted him to follow me many times to engage in sculpture, but he just doesn’t. willing."
When Mrs. Qi talked about her disciples, it was like talking about her beloved child. Her slightly frowned brows were a bit displeased and annoying, but the corners of her mouth were raised, she couldn't help being proud of her, "Why don't you listen to me? Yes, I have to study medicine. I became a doctor after graduation and now open a clinic."
"However, he has his own insights into the professional field of sculpture, and his works are also very good. It is like the work that was sought after by the media when he was touring the UK before, in fact, it was his hand." Mrs. Qi Said with a smile.
Mother Song was stunned, "You said that the work "Mars" belongs to him?"
"That's the kid." Mrs. Qi replied, "but he doesn't like to be interviewed or dealing with the media, so he begged me not to make public announcements. It's just that some of you here are friends, so it doesn't matter if you tell you. I still hope to keep this secret for me."
"This is certain, please rest assured, Madam Qi!" Mother Song naturally agreed.
Everyone also agreed.
Song Qiyue hadn't seen that work, but just listened to the title of this masterpiece, really feel domineering.
Mars, seems to be the stage name of a well-known star, but in essence, it is the god of war in ancient Greek mythology.
"Unexpectedly, Dr. Kent, such a talented person, is really amazing." Song Qiyue couldn't help but admire.
"Doctor Kent." Mo Zhengyan looked at her.
"It's Kent, he's Mrs. Qi's closed disciple, I didn't expect it." Song Qiyue replied, "When we were visiting the studio today, he also came over, so it happened by chance."
Mo Zhengyan stared, his jaw silently, "I really didn't expect it."
"Mrs. Qi, how did you meet this student?" Aunt Jun asked again.
Mrs. Qi said, "At that time, I was in the United States and I went to a friend who had known me for a long time. He worked in a friend's shop. My friend was also a sculpture professional, and then I met."
Aunt Jun continued to ask, "When did that happen? How long have you known him?"
"It has been several years. I can't remember exactly what year this is for a while. I don't know what happened recently. This memory is getting worse and worse." Madam Qi apologized with a smile.
"Auntie, why are you so interested in this student?" Song Xiangwan interrupted when she saw Aunt Jun asked.
Aunt Jun smiled, "I'm just asking casually."
"Ms. Qi's student is so good, Aunt Jun wants to be a matchmaker again, and wants to link him." Song Qiyue smiled.
Everyone also laughed, and Madam Qi said, "I don't know if Kent is in a relationship or not."
"I guess there must be. There are no such good boys. How can I say the past?" Song Xiangwan replied.
Fan Haiyang ridiculed himself, "I haven't yet. Could it be the reason why I am not good enough?"
Everyone laughed again, and the atmosphere was very happy.
"Mrs. Qi, I didn't expect Kent to be your student." Mo Zhengyan said to Madam Qi.
"I heard Kent say that your wife is his client." Madam Qi replied, "Have you met Kent, Zhengyan?"
"I've seen it before. He is very knowledgeable in the medical field." Mo Zhengyan also praised, Song Qiyue also nodded in agreement. As far as Cheng Qingning is concerned, Kent is indeed brilliant.
Aunt Jun heard their chat, she looked at Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue, her gaze shifted, and she asked intently, "Zhengyan, you guys have known each other a long time ago?"
Mo Zhengyan looked at Aunt Jun, he smiled and said, "I knew that I knew each other. I should invite you together today."
"It's a coincidence to say that this world is really small..." Madam Qi smiled with emotion, and everyone sighed.
Aunt Jun sat quietly, she smiled during the dinner, but her mind drifted away. The tea cup in her hand was gently held tightly by her.
This world is really small, really too small.
The pleasant dinner ended in laughter and laughter. Mrs. Qi was sent back by the assistant, and Song Qiyue and his party would also go back. As usual, Mo Zhengyan sent them back to the hotel. Mother Song just said no, but he still said, "Auntie, you don’t have to be polite. This should be the case. I won’t send you and Aunt Jun back, and don’t watch you go to the hotel. , I’m afraid I won’t sleep well at night in July."
"Look at what you said." Mother Song also smiled.
"Yes, I won't be able to sleep without seeing you come to the hotel." Song Qiyue also agreed with him with a smile.
After arriving at the hotel smoothly, Song Xiangwan said, "Brother-in-law, there is no need to go up. It has already been delivered to the hotel. Please go back."
"That's okay, Auntie, Auntie Jun, you guys rest early." Mo Zhengyan replied.
Song Qiyue also responded, looking at everyone's smiling faces, she only knew that this kind of cooperation seemed to be truly extraordinary and perfect.
The car drove them away and bid farewell to Song Xiangwan and his party. Song Mu and his party also entered the hotel.
In the elevator, Fan Haiyang said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Mr. Mo is always such a considerate wife."
"I'm not considerate to my wife yet, who should I be considerate to?" Song Xiangwan asked, she said, "Su He is not as good to me either."
Fan Haiyang's smiling eyes lowered, he looked at her and said in a joke, "Zhou Suhe is very good, but if he comes to accompany you now, then I think he is better than your brother-in-law."
"Su He is busy at work, and he is not in Gangcheng." Song Xiangwan immediately retorted.
"Look at you being so serious, I'm joking with you." It was her eyes, so solemn, Fan Haiyang silently smiled, "I really envy you, you speak for Zhou Suhe like this, your girlfriend is really competent. ."
"Ocean, you should also find a girlfriend. When you come back, I will introduce you to a good girl, and let your Aunt Jun help you see it." Mother Song said with a smile.
Fan Haiyang smiled and shook his head, "I have to be busy with work recently. When my head is free, I must ask my aunt and aunt Jun for help."
"You, this sentence has been said for a long time, when can I stop?" Mother Song smiled.
Fan Haiyang smiled, "I hope I won't be busy for too long."
At this moment, when the elevator arrived, there was a ding sound, and Song Xiangwan stopped and she shouted, "Aunt, why don't you leave?"
Aunt Jun is on the outside, but she is still there, as if she is thinking about her things. Auntie Jun came back to her senses when she heard her shout, and then she smiled.
In the hotel suites at night, after a day of play, I was tired, and I had to rest early. Mother Song went to take a bath first, and Song Xiangwan also wanted to go back to the room. Aunt Jun called her to stay, "Xiangwan."
"What's the matter, aunt?" Song Xiangwan asked back.
"You go to work in the company tomorrow, will you see July?" Aunt Jun asked.
Song Xiangwan remembered that tomorrow was Monday, and he had a meeting with Mohs to continue discussing the issue of contacting foreign companies, "I will see her."
"Then ask July if you have the contact number of that doctor friend Kent." Aunt Jun said.
"Aunt, what do you ask that Kent do?" Song Xiangwan became curious, and even more thought of it, "Couldn't you really want to introduce him to girls? Aunt, no, he must have no shortage."
Aunt Jun hurriedly said, "It's not that I want to introduce him, it's... it's a friend of mine who is sick and can't be cured. It's not that I heard that he is very good at medicine, so I want to get to know him."
"Well, why didn't you ask her for Kent's contact information just now?" Song Xiangwan asked.
"I don't want to bother them. It's a friend I know who is not too familiar. Just remember it and just ask. If you ask in July, maybe you just ask him to see a friend directly, it would be too troublesome Now." Aunt Jun said.
Song Xiangwan thought about it, "Then I will ask her for the number tomorrow."
"Remember, Xiang Wan, don't tell her, I want it." Aunt Jun exhorted.
After the weekend, the new week continues to come, and Song Qiyue is ready to work again. The project is still in full swing. The new meeting will be finalized, and the leaders of the three foreign companies proposed by the three parties will be arranged to meet before they can be selected. As for the preliminary planning, it is also urgently processed, and everything is done step by step.
When the meeting ended, Song Xiangwan said, "Manager Fan, you go one step ahead, I still have something to do."
Fan Haiyang nodded with interest, and he took the first step.
Song Qiyue looked at Song Xiangwan, "What's the matter?"
"You said that you know Mrs. Qi's student, that Doctor Kent?" Song Xiangwan asked, "Can you give me a contact method? I have a friend who is sick. I heard you say that he has good medical skills, so I want to get to know him. ."
It turned out to be like this, Song Qiyue replied, "Which of your friends, can I introduce you to?"
"No introduction, you can just give me his number."
"Kent needs an appointment, and he is abroad. I was able to invite him this time because of a doctor friend's help. If you want to ask him, I can help you." Song Qiyue said truthfully.
Song Xiangwan frowned, "No, you just need to give me your contact information. I won't bother him. If he wants to, then talk about it. If he doesn't want to, I will just consult and will not disturb him. ."
Song Qiyue still believed this, "Okay, I'll give it to you."
Song Qiyue gave Song Xiangwan Kent's contact information, and Song Xiangwan will leave after saving. "Yes, Mom and Aunt are going back tomorrow."
Song Qiyue took note. After Song Xiangwan left, she took out her mobile phone and called Kent, "Doctor Kent, hello."
"Miss Song, hello." Kent replied.
"It's like this, I'm really sorry, because after my family met you yesterday, I heard from me that your medical skills are very good, so today my sister Song Xiangwan asked me for your number, and she wanted to come to consult you. , I gave her the number. Sorry, without your consent. I think she will contact you. As for the same or disagreement, it depends on you." Song Qiyue smiled and apologized.
Kent answered, "Okay, I get it, it's okay."
"Thank you." Song Qiyue thanked again.
Song Xiangwan just got in the car with Fan Haiyang and left. Aunt Jun’s phone came and she answered, “Auntie, I’ve already asked, now I’ll send it to your phone...”
After hanging up the line, Fan Haiyang sat on one side, "What did you ask?"
"Nothing." Song Xiangwan replied.
And inside the hotel, Aunt Jun held her mobile phone and saw the contact information sent by Song Xiangwan in the letter box. She looked at the number, her eyes fixed, her breathing stopped. In that silence, Aunt Jun pressed the number to dial, waiting for a while, and then picked it up.
Aunt Jun said, "Let’s meet and have a chat."
...
Mother Song and Aunt Jun came to Hong Kong City this time, mainly to visit Mrs. Qi's exhibition. They stayed for another day on Monday and visited several scenic spots. On Tuesday morning, the plane had to rush back to Haicheng. On this day, Song Qiyue was not accompanied. He had arranged an assistant and tour guide to accompany him, so he was relieved.
Only that night, after Song Qiyue rushed to the hotel from get off work, she found that Song’s mother had returned, but Aunt Jun was not there. "Auntie, where did Aunt Jun go?"
"In the afternoon, she was going to go for a walk together. She suddenly said that she had made an appointment with a friend and wanted to meet, so she left by herself." Mother Song replied.
"Have you come back now?" Song Qiyue asked.
Mother Song said, "I just came back, so I haven't had time to find her."
"I'll call her." Song Qiyue said she was about to pick up her mobile phone. Song Xiangwan sat aside, and saw that the door had been opened. Someone had come back. "Auntie is back. No need. beated!"
The person who swiped the door with the key card was Aunt Jun. Song Qiyue saw her return safely, and he was relieved, "Auntie Jun, where have you been? You didn't come back so late."
Aunt Jun came over and saw that she was also there, "I didn't go anywhere, I just saw a friend."
"When you meet your old friends, you should have a good chat, right?" Song Qiyue stepped forward, hugged her, and took her into the seat.
Aunt Jun looked at her smiling face and nodded slowly.
It's just that the evening sun, the setting sun, the clear afterglow shone from the floor-to-ceiling windows and hit Song Qiyue's face with such a happy smile, which made Aunt Jun's smile slowly and solemnly.
Early the next morning, it was like rushing to the airport last Friday, but today it was to drop off the plane. It was the original crew, and sent them to the flight hall together. The boarding pass has been fetched and the luggage has been checked in. Everyone bid farewell to each other, and Mother Song still took Song Xiangwan to the side to speak, "Xiangwan, pay attention to yourself here, and take care of yourself if you are away from home."
"Mom, I see, I am not a child, and I will take care of myself." Song Xiangwan responded.
"And Su He..." Mother Song was about to mention it again, and Song Xiangwan replied, "Mom, we will deal with Su He and I ourselves!"
"When your project is over, you must let him come back..." Song Mother urged, and Song Xiangwan responded indiscriminately.
Aunt Jun was talking to Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue. She was very happy to see them being so right. She looked at the baby in her arms again and was even more happy, "July, Zhengyan, You have to be good."
"Auntie Jun, don't worry, I will take good care of July and the child." Mo Zhengyan replied.
This side is about to board the plane, and she is about to be separated. Mother Song looked at Fan Haiyang, "Ocean, this time you and Xiang Wan are going on a business trip together. I feel relieved a lot. Yes, but with you watching and taking care of her at work, I feel more at ease."
"Mom!" Song Xiangwan became impatient.
"Auntie, you can go back with Aunt Jun at ease, Xiang Wan can now stand alone." Fan Haiyang responded with a smile.
"Zheng Yan, this time I came here to visit your parents, but if they are not there, you should say hello to them for us, and we will get together again next time." Mother Song said again.
Mo Zhengyan replied, "Father and mother also mean the same thing. We will meet again next time."
Originally, the two should meet when they arrived in Port City, but Father Mo and Mrs. Mo were far away from the Villa. I heard that they were not in Port City, so they couldn't get together. After that, I said the exhortation back and forth several times, but after all, I had to make a difference. Watching them enter the airport, Song Qiyue held the child's hand and waved at them.
They didn't have too many days to come and go, and they had to go back to the company after they left the airport.
"Sister, brother-in-law, let's go first." Song Xiangwan responded and left with Fan Haiyang.
Turning around and walking a few steps away, Fan Haidao said, "Look at your sister Song Qiyue, she even has children, so don't you worry?"
Song Xiangwan said, "You don't even have a girlfriend, what should I worry about?"
"Women's youth is very short-lived, and older women are not good for their health. It is better to get married and have children earlier," Fan Haiyang replied.
When he talked about this, Song Xiangwan was upset, "Fan Haiyang, whether I get married or have children is my business and Su He, so don't worry about it."
"I'll talk casually, why are you angry?"
"Where am I angry? Aren't I answering you?"
When the two chatted like this, they walked far away.
In the back hall, Song Qiyue and Mo Zhengyan also left the hall. Came to the parking lot and asked the driver and Aunt Xu to take the child back to the old house. She asked her car to follow, so she could drive back to the company.
"Yang Yang, mom went to work, and I will accompany you when I come back tonight. Okay, you and Aunt Xu will go home." Song Qiyue smiled and waved to the child, and said again, "Come on, goodbye to mom, goodbye to dad. "
Aunt Xu was sitting in the car, the child was smiling, her eyes were lively and bright, and Mo Zhengyan stared intently.
As soon as the door was closed, the car returned to the old house.
Song Qiyue said, "I asked the driver to drive over and return to the company now. How about you."
"See the customer." Mo Zhengyan replied.
After only chatting a few words, Song Qiyue nodded and said, "You have been working hard these days. Auntie and Auntie Jun are having fun."
But it's okay, without thanking you, the sentence "Thanks for your hard work" makes this relationship so clear, it looks like an ordinary person is greeting, it is not like a couple at all.
Mo Zhengyan tightened his lips, and then said, "This is what it should be, who made you my wife."
Song Qiyue smiled, "Then I will go back to the company."
She started the car and drove away. The car moved away from the parking lot, and went one step ahead of him. The howling wind was the figure of him going away, and his voice was still whirling: Who made you my wife.
Sometimes, Song Qiyue would think, if life really goes like this, then it doesn't seem to matter. The house, the car, the children are there, and there is a gentleman who is praised by the crowd, what else is unsatisfactory. She got too much, everything others would envy. The young lady of the Mo family lives in the old house, which is already a status symbol.
It’s just that there is something lacking in this respectful life.
On this day, a transfer of funds required Bona’s signature. Song Qiyue rushed to Bona’s office.
In the office, Li Chengyi received a call from Jiang Jingyuan. Sister Li said, "Mr. Li, the wife just brought someone here. She wants to come to get things, but I did not let my wife in according to your instructions..."
"You did a good job. Without my consent, she is not allowed to step into the apartment again!" Li Chengyi ordered coldly.
At the end of the phone call, Secretary Xie knocked on the door and entered, "Mr. Li, Mo's Manager Song is here, and she is here to sign the funding contract."
Song Qiyue smiled and came in, "Mr. Li, good afternoon."
"Why did Manager Song come here in person?" Li Chengyi asked.
"There was a temporary change, so I was in a hurry. Bona was close to Mo's, so I came by myself, but I didn't expect Manager Cheng to be away, so I could only find Mr. Li." Song Qiyue said, putting down the file.
Li Chengyi signed it after reading it, and Song Qiyue accepted it. Only in an instant, Li Chengyi said, "Manager Song, there are some things that you really don't know, or are you pretending to be ignorant."
"Is President Li referring to the fact that Mrs. Li lives in the Mo Mansion?" Song Qiyue asked with a smile.
Her directness is different from the past, so she suddenly pointed out, Li Chengyi was startled, "So you know, I really admire you, so magnanimous."
"Mr. Li, I just want to admire you. My wife lives in the former boyfriend's mansion, and she can just let it go." Song Qiyue smiled softly, and suddenly paused, she said again, "Oh, no, Wrong, I want to control, but I can't control it."
"At first I thought I was magnanimous enough, but compared to Mr. Li's large number, it's a lot worse." Song Qiyue smiled.
"Mrs. Mo, your theory of quicksand makes me remember deeply, but if you continue, even if you want to catch it, you will only push it farther and farther!" Li Chengyi smiled, staring.
"Thank you, Mr. Li, for kindly reminding me, but I won’t use it anymore. When I have time, I’d better think of a way to manage Miss Guan Cheng. After all, it’s my own wife. It's President Li!" Song Qiyue looked at him directly and finished, smiling and getting up, sassy and brisk.
Li Chengyi was led by her words, and there was no sound at the moment!
Song Qiyue took the contract and went downstairs and out of the building. A gust of wind hit her, blowing her hair up.
They all admire her, even she must admire herself, how could she be able to do so.
But the wind obscured his vision, and perhaps only when the sand got into his eyes, would there be a pain quietly.
She almost forgot, and thought she could really own the quicksand that she could not hold tightly, no matter how slow it was lost, it would eventually dissipate one day.
Until a gravel does not stay.