Song Qiyue traveled to New York this time and brought a few subordinates, and even Shao Fei forward. At the airport in New York, Longyuan Company sent a secretary, Liu Xu, to respond. Soon, they led them to the hotel where they were staying to rest. There was no problem with the itinerary, meeting with President Steven, and direct contact with Long Yuanfang.
In fact, Cheng Qingning, the person in charge of Bona, had already visited before, and she had also visited the site. This time, Song Qiyue, on behalf of Mo Shi, came to conduct the final inspection. The progress here is still very tight, there are many things on hand, and we have to meet with Long Yuan.
According to Shao Fei's words, they really regarded them as supermen.
The hotel room was full of documents, and communicated with Mo Shi Gangcheng every day. Song Qiyue was so busy that he forgot the time. Several days had passed.
Occasionally, Shao Fei also teased her, "The gentleman in your family won't come to check the post?"
"The lady in your family won't come to check the post?" Song Qiyue asked him rhetorically.
Song Qiyue knew who he was talking about, but Shao Fei immediately closed his voice, "I don't know who you are talking about, what post I have to investigate."
"Just pretend to be stupid." Song Qiyue smiled.
However, some people will just show up, such as the lady of Cha Gang.
When I saw Qiao Chenxi in the lobby of the hotel, Song Qiyue didn't come here unharmed, instead Shao Fei's two sword eyebrows condensed.
Qiao Chenxi saw them, and she greeted Song Qiyue, "It's a coincidence."
"I don't see it as a coincidence, it is destined." Song Qiyue smiled.
Qiao Chenxi glared at Song Qiyue displeasedly. Her pretty face was a little red. When she looked at Shao Fei, her eyes had a different kind of annoyance, but she didn't say anything, just to Song Qiyue. Asked, "Which one do you live in?"
Song Qiyue reported a room number, and Qiao Chenxi said again, "I live in A11 on the tenth floor. You can come to my room to find me if you are free."
"Okay." Song Qiyue answered.
Qiao Chenxi passed by with his subordinates.
When they left, Song Qiyue whispered, "A11 on the tenth floor, Secretary Shao, do you remember?"
"Tell me what to do?" Shao Fei asked even more displeased.
"It's nothing, just let you remember it for me. I have a bad memory and I am easily forgetful after giving birth." Song Qiyue laughed, "How long has it been, I forgot again, what is the room number?"
"A11 on the tenth floor!" Shao Fei said in a bad mood.
"Well, that's it, your memory is good." Song Qiyue smiled more deeply.
Shao Fei was angry, "What is the look in your eyes, I tell you, I won't go to her room to find her!"
"Generally, people who don't want to go will go in the end." Song Qiyue walked forward.
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Song Qiyue has been to New York for a few days. Every night, she would play a video with Sister Lan, talk face to face with the child for a while, and watch it with her own eyes. As for him, there was not a single phone call.
Sitting in Mo's office, Mo Zhengyan was silent.
Qi Jian entered and walked to his side and whispered, "Mr. Mo, He Tezhu has sent Miss Cheng back to Nancheng, but Manager Yu has already contacted him."
Today, Cheng Qingning has also brought the team back to Nancheng, and even returned to Bona’s head office to personally select some technical backbones to contact Songshihui. They arrived in the afternoon. Until the evening, they should have left the company and then returned to their residence.
At the Guangtai Building, Secretary Xie came in and reminded, "Mr. Li, it's time to leave."
Recently, Li Chengyi has expanded his business sector in Hong Kong City, and the results have been impressive. The continuous entertainment has continued, and he has to go to a banquet that night. Li Chengyi didn't answer, he even asked, "The news from Nancheng hasn't come yet?"
"Yes." Secretary Xie answered, "Mr. Li, I will contact you again now."
As Secretary Xie said, she took out her mobile phone and dialed the number, but the words she heard immediately made her voice condensed. After hanging up, she dared not say, "Mr. Li, Manager Cheng..."
"Where does she live." Li Chengyi asked.
"she was……"
"Mo Mansion?" Li Chengyi's eyes condensed.
Secretary Xie nodded, "Yes, after leaving the company, the He Tezhu took Manager Cheng to the Mo Mansion."
Secretary Xie's heart trembled, seeing Li Chengyi's expression getting heavier and heavier, and the cup in his hand was so tight that he seemed to be smashed to the ground in the next second. She couldn't help but step back, but she was in this concentration. , Who knows that he has nothing, just put down the cup.
Li Chengyi got up, "Let's go."
The sunset glow in the evening was very gorgeous, and the Mo Mansion in Zhongnan City was very quiet. The car drove in, and the housekeeper Yu was waiting and prepared in advance to greet it. Under the leadership of He Sangsang, Cheng Qingning came to this Mo mansion.
"Ms. Cheng, hello, I am the housekeeper here, my surname is Yu, please tell me if you need anything during this period." The housekeeper Yu said with a faint smile.
"Okay, thank you." Cheng Qingning replied.
After the interview, Butler Yu took Cheng Qingning upstairs, "Miss Cheng, this floor is full of guest rooms. You can choose which room you like."
"Just this one." Cheng Qingning chose one at random.
"You take a rest or go for a walk in the yard. Dinner will be ready in a while, and I will call you." Mr. Yu said, and closed the door.
Cheng Qingning put down his luggage and sorted out the clothes. Actually, he didn't carry much with him, and he would be well soon. After finishing her work, she was walking around the room. The whole mansion is not much different. The rooms are all suite-type and very spacious. She walked out of the bedroom and came to a small room on the side. The window was half open and the tulle curtains covered it.
But there is a fragrance coming, the dim fragrance, unique, familiar, Nancheng will often smell.
Cheng Qingning approached the window, her eyes condensed, and she pulled the curtain up, but she saw outside the window, facing a towering tree in the backyard.
That is camphor tree!
Vaguely, some memories began to be vivid, it was the Arbor Day of that year, and she came to ask him for gifts. Later, he couldn't hold back her, and finally came the seeds of the camphor tree. He once promised her that he would plant it in his yard, and when it grew into a big tree and blossom, he would come to see the flowers with her.
This camphor tree, in this mansion, has unknowingly grown so tall and lush.
It has been almost ten years for such a tall tree, otherwise it would not have grown so well. It is estimated that it was in that year that the tree he planted could not be wrong!
It was in June. The flowering period of the camphor tree was in April and May. Now the flowering period has already passed, but maybe because the early summer in Nancheng came later than usual, and maybe because the tree was carefully cultivated. The flowers are still in full bloom, and you can see the white and green flowers scattered scattered on this camphor tree.
It seems to be the last flowering period, the last moment.
But she saw it, the flowers blooming so splendidly, as if waiting for her to come and see.
Cheng Qingning couldn't help taking out her mobile phone, she pressed his number and called him. The waiting voice rang, and it was connected after a while. It was his low and nice male voice, "Hey."
"Zheng Yan, I have arrived in Nancheng, and I have arrived at the Mo Mansion in Nancheng! I saw the camphor tree in the yard! It is blooming!" Cheng Qingning said happily. She looked at the camphor tree outside the window, her breath That aroma.
The other end was silent, his male voice remained the same, and he replied, "The tree will always bloom."
"Yes, but the flowering period has passed long ago. I didn't expect the camphor flowers here to be still blooming!" She was still immersed in the joy, forgetting the others, and saw the petals falling with the wind.
She said happily, but he was so indifferent and calmly said, "Well, it will be fine when you arrive. Is there anything else?"
If I was full of joy the previous second, the wait that I had waited seemed to have finally belonged, but at this moment, I found that everything was empty. Cheng Qingning held the phone, and the scene of the falling petals froze into a scene, she couldn't tell. Here comes the word.
She replied in a daze, "No, it's just... just to tell you..."
"You take a good rest, then I'll hang up." He exhorted, and she responded, and the other end was disconnected.
Cheng Qingning held the phone and heard the sound of hanging up on the other end. The wind passed by her ears, and the leaves of the camphor tree rustled, but she couldn't get back to her senses, as if something was lost, as if she finally knew what was there. Never get it again.
I don't know how long it took. Butler Yu knocked on the door and came in because the door was not closed. After a light knock on the door and no one answered, she entered by herself. Finally saw her in the small room, she stepped forward and shouted, "Miss Cheng, dinner is ready."
Cheng Qingning did not answer, but Butler Yu approached again, "Miss Cheng?"
The shout was close to her ears, and Cheng Qingning reacted. She looked back and said, "Steward Yu."
"Miss Cheng, dinner is ready."
"Okay, sorry, I didn't hear it just now."
"Ms. Cheng has been looking at this camphor tree, do you like it?" Steward Yu asked.
"Well, I'm from Nancheng, and I like camphor trees very much." Cheng Qingning replied.
"The young master planted this tree."
"It has been planted for a long time."
"It's almost ten years." Yu Guanjia replied, "but there have been no flowers."
Cheng Qingning was stunned, "Then now?"
"It's really weird to say that it hasn't bloomed before. I don't know what happened this year, but it bloomed only recently." Yu Guanjia also looked out the window and said.
"It hasn't bloomed?"
"It's only opened this year, for the first time." Steward Yu said with a smile, "I saw the blossoms a few days ago, so I told the young master, thinking it was the young master, he would be very happy to know."
"Then what did he say?" Cheng Qingning asked.
Steward Yu sighed, "After the young master learned about it, he said, the flowers will always thank you."
At this time, when Cheng Qingning heard this sentence, he couldn't help but think of the sentence just now: The tree will always bloom, and the flowers will always thank. She read these words together silently several times in her heart.
"But I will open it again next year," Yu Butler said again.
Cinnamomum camphora, which has not bloomed in the past ten years, finally bloomed, but the flowering time came too late, so those who were waiting no longer expected it. Even if it will happen again next year, it is no longer the same year.
Too late, after all, it is too late.
The missed flowering period is like the year that you can't go back. Even if the fragrance of the flowers will remain in the coming year, the time has already passed.