"Manager Song." He Sangsang knocked on the door and entered, Song Qiyue raised her eyes to look at her.
"He special help, long time no see." She smiled.
He Sangsang is here to deliver the documents and confirm the signature. In the same company, Song Qiyue always meets He Sangsang. What's more, she is the person in charge of the general manager, and she is directly responsible for office affairs related to Mo Zhengyan. Once the general manager's office has contact with the department, the possibility of her coming is very high. It used to be, now He Sangsang is back, this doesn't happen again.
"Long time no see." He Sangsang answered, still as serious and serious as before.
Song Qiyue responded, and she had read the documents and signed them.
He Sangsang sat quietly in the chair in front of the desk, and looked at the document handing back, Song Qiyue said, "Okay."
He Sangsang took it, but instead of leaving immediately, she stopped and said, "May I have a few words."
"Say it."
He Sangsang asked, "Madam, how is Young Master Shao Yu?"
Song Qiyue saw the concern in her eyes. He Sangsang was sent to Cheng Qingning these days, so he never went back to the old house. Of course, he had never seen Shao Yu. She replied, "Everything is fine. I've grown up too. You haven't seen him for a long time. If you want to see him and go to the old house when you are free, he is now taken by Sister Lan."
"Sister Lan? What about Aunt Xu?" He Sangsang asked in confusion because he didn't seem to know.
Song Qiyue said, "Aunt Xu has gone back and is now taken care of by Sister Lan."
Although He Sangsang didn't know the situation, he didn't ask any more, "I'll go see the young master when I'm free."
Song Qiyue nodded, and He Sangsang said again, "Madam, your vase is still in the mansion, do you want to get it back for you."
"Vase?" Song Qiyue frowned.
"It's the white jade vase. Ms. Cheng was hospitalized before and kept the flower arrangement." He Sangsang explained.
Song Qiyue remembered that it was the vase that she had personally bought and even picked it out. Later, he took it away and put a bunch of calla lilies next to her bed, she replied, "Just put the flower arrangement there."
He Sangsang seemed to want to explain, she whispered again, "Mrs. Young, Miss Cheng is no longer living in the mansion."
"Really." It doesn't matter where she lives.
"Well, she can't live anymore, and the treatment is almost done, so she moved out." He Sangsang said, "I'll go back to the company."
No wonder He Sangsang will return. It turned out to be like this. Song Qiyue was a little suspicious earlier, but did not ask, but now it is confirmed, "It will be fine if you recover."
"Does the vase come back?" He Sangsang asked again.
Song Qiyue answered silently, "No need."
He Sangsang was a little surprised, Song Qiyue smiled and said, "Just put it in the mansion, it doesn't matter where you put it."
Anyway, it doesn't matter to her whether it is the Mo family mansion or the Mo family old house.
She said so, and He Sangsang no longer insisted, "Yes."
After He Sangsang left Song Qiyue's office again, he returned to the General Manager's Office with the documents, "Mr. Mo, the documents have been signed."
If it was the past, she would quit quietly if she put down the file, but today, He Sangsang stopped. Qi Jianben was aside, seeing her motionless, he frowned, and winked at her to indicate why she didn't withdraw.
"Is there something else?" Mo Zhengyan finally said.
"Mr. Mo, I just went to meet Manager Song and chatted with her in private." He Sangsang said.
"What did you talk about."
"I asked the young master how are you doing? The young lady said it was all right. Let me go to see the young master when I am free." He Sangsang simply said directly, "I also asked the young lady that the vase in the mansion should be taken back to the old house. Yes, because Miss Cheng no longer lives in the mansion, Madam Shao said..."
Mo Zhengyan's gaze paused, "What did she say?"
"Madam Shao said no, put the vase in the mansion, it doesn't matter where you put it." He Sangsang relayed the words truthfully.
After Mo Zhengyan's originally indifferent eyes heard this sentence, he suddenly condensed, "She really said that?"
"Yes." He Sangsang answered.
Mo Zhengyan didn't speak anymore. After a long period of silence, He Sangsang asked again, "Ms. Mo, do you want to take the vase back to the old house?"
"Sangsang! You talk too much!" Mo Zhengyan shouted coldly in the next second.
He Sangsang could only stop, and Mo Zhengyan shouted again, "Go out! You all go out!"
He Sangsang had to retreat, and Qi Jian also withdrew. As soon as he left the office, Qi Jian dragged He Sangsang to the lounge next to him, "What's the matter with you? You're getting more tight!"
He Sangsang didn’t know that he had violated the rules. As a subordinate, especially a cron, he would never ask a question. But today He Sangsang didn’t hold back when he saw Song Qiyue, so he asked, He Sangsang. Said, "I know! But I think I should tell Madam Young! She moved out and I don’t need to take care of that Miss Cheng anymore! There is also the vase, which originally belonged to Madam Young! I won’t let others take care of it. Take the vase!"
In fact, it's just a vase. It doesn't matter if you take it away or keep it. It's just a small thing, but now it suddenly becomes so important. This is really incredible!
"Sangsang!" Qi Jian called out her name.
"Qi Jian, Madam Young and Miss Cheng, I am only loyal to Madam Young!" He Sangsang said.
Qi Jian acquiesced, and he said again, "We are loyal to the young lady, provided that she is the young master's wife!"
They were raised by the Mo family, and they were selected and cultivated by the young master. He Sangsang stared at him. There is a consensus on this point, and it is an unchangeable fact in his heart. However, if you must choose, He Sangsang also There is a choice for a long time, "In my heart, there is only one young master and only one young lady!"
Qi Jian said quietly, "I hope so."
In that office, Mo Zhengyan got up and smoked a cigarette. He stood alone in front of the French window, facing the hot summer sun, the dazzling light shining into his eyes, making him unable to open it completely.
Put the vase in the mansion, it doesn't matter where you put it.
It's the same everywhere, it's all the same.
She said so.
...
Seeing that the contact with Longyuan of the United States has become a matter of course, and all matters have been finalized. Only when the final project funds are received, Bona will be responsible for the output and the full battle with Longyuan. And because this project is a multi-company cooperation, several companies met again on the eve of the capital output.
This time the meeting was in the Guangtai Building of the Bona Office. Kang Ziwen and his entourage, Fan Haiyang and Song Xiangwan and his entourage. Of course, Mo's here was Song Qiyue, and Cheng Qingning naturally took the lead. It’s just that Li Chengyi is not there. Cheng Qingning smiled and said, “Today, President Li also wanted to thank you for being so responsible for this project. It’s just a pity that President Li is busy with things these days, so I’m not in the company and wait for the next banquet. Get together again and thank you all."
Everyone heard that, of course, there was no objection, but these were just some scenes, coming and going, but that's all.
Cheng Qingning said again, "If there is no problem, the funds will begin preparations for export. If you have any questions, please raise them as soon as possible."
As representatives of Huidian, Fan Haiyang and Song Xiangwan are only responsible for technical support, and the funds invested are relatively small, so they naturally have no problems.
Kang Ziwen responded, "Neither do I."
"What about Mo Shi?" Cheng Qingning looked at Mo Shi and his party on the other side.
Shao Fei followed, Song Qiyue put down the documents in her hand, she replied, "The funds will be in place in time, only a word from Manager Cheng."
The words have been made clear, everyone is only waiting for this moment, Cheng Qingning smiled, "Well, I think there is no problem, and then I will keep in touch with you in time for funds and any needs. Thank you for your hard work today. The meeting ends here."
The meeting was concise and clear enough. When the crowd adjourned, Kang's and Huidian took the lead, while Song Qiyue stayed and discussed the funding issue with Cheng Qingning. After all, in this cooperation, Mohs and Bona are the protagonists, and the funds paid are a lot of money.
"The funds will be released in several phases." Cheng Qingning said.
Song Qiyue's finger touched the page, "The first phase of the project has the largest funds, Manager Cheng, please notify in advance."
"Of course it will." Cheng Qingning responded, "Manager Song, please rest assured."
"This time the billings are all handed over to Bona, and Manager Cheng is responsible. Of course I am very relieved." Song Qiyue replied. This time, Bona has been asked to cooperate. There has been an agreement on the flow of funds. Bona Make the master plan.
Cheng Qingning said, "When the time comes out, Manager Song still needs to check, I will contact again, it's hard work."
"When the funds are in place, the project is officially launched, and it won't be wasting our hard work." Song Qiyue smiled, and the female voice was very calm.
The two chatted a few words like this, and it was about to end. Song Qiyue smiled and said goodbye, but Cheng Qingning called her, she suddenly said, "Manager Song, thank you."
This thank you was really abrupt. Song Qiyue sat in the chair and didn't move. After changing her thoughts, Cheng Qingning said again, "I should thank you. You invited Dr. Kent back to China."
"You're welcome, the cost of the treatment is also the responsibility of Manager Cheng himself. I just put a hand at it, just because my friends know me." She said clearly and clearly.
"No matter what, I want to thank you." She still thanked.
"I'm just accumulating virtue." Song Qiyue said, "The Buddha's family said that saving one's life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha. Although there is no saving, it is always accumulating virtue."
It can be said that every bit is not leaking, so that Cheng Qingning's thanks have become so weak, she said, "Manager Cheng, congratulations on your recovery."
Seeing the sunlight hitting his face, Cheng Qingning said, "I have moved out of the Mo Mansion."
It doesn't matter whether it is an explanation or what, Song Qiyue is very calm, "Does Manager Cheng want to tell me this?"
"I want to tell you that before you asked me to move out, I didn't want to, but today I move out because I am willing! I don't like being ordered by others, and I don't like to obey anyone. I go or not. I should make the decision by myself, rather than being threatened and persecuted!" Cheng Qingning looked at her and said with certainty that this arrogance is born with the bloody nature of a family daughter.
When Song Qiyue saw her arrogance, she appreciated her arrogance. She smiled slowly, "Miss Cheng, we have something in common. I, as a person, don't like being ordered by others, and I don't like to follow others!"
"If we have something in common, maybe we can still be friends."
"Perhaps, it might be possible."
The two talked and laughed. In fact, they didn't understand that they couldn't be friends with each other in this life, maybe they would only be in the next life.
Cheng Qingning said, "I've finished everything I want to say, and it's delayed your time, sorry."
"You're polite." Song Qiyue smiled and she got up to leave.
Seeing her walking towards the door of the conference room and holding the doorknob, Cheng Qingning said again, "Also, thank you for the vase. It's beautiful, and the calla lilies are also beautiful."
After leaving the meeting room, Song Qiyue went downstairs and left the Guangtai Building. The white jade vase appeared in front of him, as well as the bunch of green and white calla lilies. The light and shadow are blurred, everything is blurred, who will care about it again, where she lives, who will care about it, all of this has nothing to do with her.
Recently, the temperature in Hong Kong City is as high as 38 degrees. The flowers and trees in the courtyard seem to be withered and ruined. The gardeners are sprinkling water for the trees. On the upper floor of the villa, sitting in the rattan chair, the white window screens are hanging. Looking down, you can see the automatic sprinkler in the courtyard spraying water, and some potted plants cannot be processed automatically, and the gardeners are working.
In that wicker chair, the man was sitting in it. Although it was a hot summer day, he was still covered with a thin blanket.
Someone came in from the rear, and Madam Mo brought in with Sister Jiang.
Madam Mo said, "It's hot outside, why did you let the master sit there?"
"Madam, it's the master who wants to sit here." The servant hurriedly replied, afraid that he would be disciplined.
Mo Shengquan smiled, "I want to sit here."
Mrs. Mo approached Mo Shengquan, and she put down another layer of window screening, "The sun is too dazzling."
"The medicine is well tormented, the cold is just right, now you can drink it." She took the medicine bowl held by Jiang Jie again and handed it to Mo Shengquan.
Mo Shengquan drank a few sips, but he couldn't drink it. Madam Mo shouted, "Drink some more."
"Let it go, drink it later." Mo Shengquan already shook her hand, and Madam Mo had to put down the medicine bowl.
"It's been high temperature these days." Mo Shengquan whispered, Madam Mo responded, and she nodded.
"Zheng Yan, still haven't come over." Mo Shengquan asked.
A few days ago, Mo Shengquan wanted to see Mo Zhengyan, but Mo Zhengyan did not show up until today. Although some things are not clearly stated, how can Mo Shengquan know what the situation of the entire Mo family is. Although Madam Mo is silent, she knows it well, she whispered, "The weather is too hot, wait for the day. If it gets colder, he will come over, and he has been busy recently."
Mo Shengquan looked at the courtyard, and he said quietly, "I am not in charge of this home now."
"Master, don't think too much." Madam Mo relieved.
"Actually, you all know it, just don't say it." Mo Shengquan replied, "I should handle all those things, but now it's all over to him, and it's hard for him."
Mrs. Mo just whispered, "Master, you should take care of your health. Leave the company's affairs to Zheng Yan. He is the eldest son and should be given to him."
"I don't worry if the company is handed over to him. It's just himself, afraid he won't hit the south wall and won't look back."
Mrs. Mo was worried at first, but she was even more worried at the moment, "Master..."
Mo Shengquan called, "Go and let Chongzhong take a trip."
"I see, sir." Madam Mo responded.
In the afternoon, a visitor came to the Mohs Building. After the middle-aged man arrived, he was immediately received by the special assistant Qi Jian and greeted the general manager's office. When Mo Zhengyan returned, he pushed the door and walked in. He saw the elder who had been waiting for a long time. He stood up and said, "Master Zhengyan!"
"Uncle Chong." Mo Zhengyan saw him and shouted respectfully, "Why are you here? Sit down."
Uncle Chong sat down with him, and he replied, "Master Zhengyan, I am here this time at the order of the chairman. Please go to the villa. The chairman wants to see you."
"I have already told my mother, and she must have told her father that recently the company has a lot of business, so I can't go." Mo Zhengyan replied.
"Master Zhengyan, I'm here, I must invite you back, otherwise the chairman will not be able to explain it." Uncle Chong said.
Uncle Chong has long since retired from the business circle, no longer handles affairs, and is no longer a trusted subordinate of Mo's father. It is by no means underestimated that he can go out and do business today. It's just that Mo Zhengyan's side is still as stable as Mount Tai. He smiled and said, "Uncle Chong, even if you come today, things may not be done."
Hearing this, Uncle Chong met his eyes, and said, "It depends on you, Master."
For a long time, Mo Zhengyan said in silence, "Remember that you taught me martial arts shooting personally when I was young. I have never had the opportunity to thank you. You come here today. I can't let you run in vain. Well, I will go now. But, no more chance."
"Thank you, Master, please." Uncle Chong replied.
Immediately, Mo Zhengyan and Uncle Chong went down together, leaving Mo Shi and rushing over to the outskirts village.
When I arrived at the villa that day, the sky was also dark. Seeing Mo Zhengyan's arrival, Madam Mo and Sister Jiang were both very happy but worried. Mo Zhengyan went upstairs directly to see Father Mo, while Uncle Chong stayed in the hall to accompany Mrs. Mo. No one knows what they were talking about upstairs. It was just this chat, but they also talked for a long time, but it was not really long. After about a while, they came down.
When Mo Zhengyan was leaving, he said to Mrs. Mo, "Mother, I will leave first, and you will take care of my father."
"Uncle Chong, I trouble you." He smiled at Uncle Chong again, and then left.
"Zhengyan, shall we go after dinner?" Madam Mo shouted, and Mo Zhengyan refused, "No, I have to go back. It's dark."
He responded and led the people to leave the villa, while Madam Mo hurried to the room upstairs. I saw Mo Shengquan sitting in a chair in that bedroom. His expression was heavy. Madam Mo stepped forward and asked, "Master, what's wrong? Is it something uncomfortable?"
Father Mo's expression is indeed not good, he sighed, his eyes swayed, and muttered, "I really don't hit the south wall and don't look back...Don't hit the south wall and don't look back..."
The car drove out of the villa and hurried back to the city.
The road was silent along the way, and the highway stretched. Mo Zhengyan sat in the car, but there was a deep voice in his ear: There are some things that you don’t do now, because you think that there will be no chance in the future, but there are some words, you are now If you don't say it, you may regret it later.
...
In the hot night, the room was air-conditioned, but it was cool, the computer screen was turned on, and an email was sent: Are you sure
She went back: one has been confirmed.
The email was sent again: When can I confirm another one
The keyboard is typing: as soon as possible.
After exiting the mailbox, she opened the secret book and looked at the account, the first line alone, and the next series of accounts, her gaze was frozen in it. The mouse slides, and a red underline is marked on one of the accounts.
In mid-July, the great heat is approaching. This is the third week of July. Song Qiyue hasn't been out all day. She is busy in the company like every day. With the laptop on the screen, the email was sent again, one by one.
——Has it been confirmed
--time is limited.
——Xiao Qi, reply.
Facing the screen, Song Qiyue was shocked for a long time before sending it away: See you tonight.
——Waiting for you in the old place.
Song Qiyue closed her notebook, she packed her things, and she was about to leave when she saw that she was punctual after get off work. Shao Fei knocked on the door and entered, "Nothing else, can I go now?"
"Let's get off work." Song Qiyue replied softly as she was sorting out the files.
Shao Fei inadvertently turned his eyes, but saw her look solemn, he couldn't help but smile, "What kind of expression are you like on the battlefield."
Song Qiyue condensed, looking at the cabinet mirror, it turned out to be a heavy face.
Shao Fei said again, "But you on the battlefield don't seem to be very willing."
Not willing? Song Qiyue hadn't even noticed it herself, and was even more unclear.
"Could it be the one who rushed home to fight with your family?" Shao Fei asked immediately.
Song Qiyue looked back and smiled, "You should take care of yourself. The phone rang twice during the meeting."
Shao Fei shouldn't.
The two put their things away and were about to leave. They walked out together and walked through the corridor, but it was here, and someone came. The appearance of that person did not need a word, and it was immediately noticeable.
"Mr. Mo!" colleagues in the department stood up and shouted.
"Ms. Mo." Shao Fei also shouted.
Song Qiyue stopped, the passage was not too long, he was on the other end, and she was on this end.
The staff around him were watching. While he smiled at the crowd, he approached her.
Seeing this, Song Qiyue also walked towards him. At both ends of the aisle, they slowly approached. He was close at hand. She stopped walking, "Ms. Mo, came here suddenly. Is there something wrong in the office? sit down."
He will come and there will be nothing else except official business. Song Qiyue turned sideways now and was about to turn back.
But he said, "It's not an official business."
She was really unclear, a little dazed, and the gaze around her was even more stealthy.
He smiled and said to her, "I'll pick you up."
He came to pick her up
In front of everyone, he actually said to pick her up
But why are you here? Song Qiyue was even more inexplicable, even confused by him.
"Everyone is off work." Suddenly, he smiled at everyone again.
Song Qiyue just came back to her senses, his hand gently supported her, but he went down with the trend, before he had reacted, directly held her hand and led her out——
Everyone saw that Mr. Mo was walking with Manager Song's hand.
Behind them, everyone was even more surprised. There were already countless curiosities when they looked at each other. Finally someone shouted, "Secretary Shao, what is the relationship between Manager Song and Mo?"
"Aren't they in love?" someone asked again.
Shao Fei was also in shock, looking at the direction they were leaving, he replied, "Do you want to know? Ask Mr. Mo yourself!"
Who has the courage to ask Mr. Mo!
Song Qiyue was taken downstairs by him, and then got in the car. He drove the car. She sat in the co-pilot seat. There is no Qi Jian and no driver. Where is he going to take her
"Where are you taking me?" Song Qiyue asked.
Mo Zhengyan drove, he glanced at her sideways and said, "Of course I'm here to pick you up."
"I have something else."
"Nothing is more important than now. Come home with me first."
He said persistently, Song Qiyue frowned, but also silent. Just sitting in his car and heading to the old house of the Mo family.
The old house in the evening is so quiet, which is really strange, except for the gardener who is guarding the gate, there are no people in the house. But the trees along the way are lush and green, with such a vigorous color in this midsummer.
The car stopped in front of the old house, Mo Zhengyan got out of the car and he opened the door for her.
Song Qiyue's brows kept frowning. She didn't even know the reason why he did it now, or what it was for. His hand took her hand again, "Come with me."
He has taken her out of the car and walked into the villa of the old house.
Song Qiyue went all the way in. There should have been someone coming out to greet him at the house, but today I didn't see the servants who were waiting, even the housekeeper Zhao. But in that hall, I saw countless flowers, filled with flowers in the whole hall. The flowers were so colorful and colorful, and those flowers were dazzlingly greeted by the eyes, and Song Qiyue couldn't see exactly what flowers were.
Suddenly, the light in the hall went out, and the curtains were all closed for some reason!
In the darkness, Song Qiyue couldn't see the front clearly, but in an instant, a light of fire lit up with a click.
That was when he took a matchbox and lit a candle.
The red candle, in his hand, his face was faint in the candlelight. He pushed out an ivory white cart from the pile of flowers, only to see the candles being lit one by one, in the middle of the hall, she finally saw clearly.
That is, that is a pure white cake, with candles lit.
There are no layers of luxury, just a simple cake, and there are two numbers on the candle.
——That is "2" and "7"!
"Tomorrow is your birthday, but tomorrow I won't be in Hong Kong City, so I can't spend it with you, so I'll go ahead." He blew out the candle in his hand, stood behind the cake, and said to her.
Looking at the numbers on the candlelight, Song Qiyue was unclear, so she couldn't even figure out what it was!
This is her twenty-seventh birthday!
That's right, he is indeed twenty-seven years old!
"I said, I will spend time with you this year, do you remember." He whispered quietly, and opened the memory abruptly.
For some reason, Song Qiyue suddenly felt a stabbing in his heart, because his memory was too good, and he was so cruel while speaking soft words!