She didn't say a word, even before he could respond, she cut off the phone. Holding the cell phone, Mo Zhengyan pressed the call to the old house of the Mo family, and the butler picked it up, "Master."
"Housekeeper Zhao, ask mother to listen to the phone." Mo Zhengyan ordered.
Butler Zhao immediately transferred to Madam Mo, and Mo Zhengyan replied, "Mother, there are some things temporarily today, she can't go to school to pick up Shao Yu."
Just saying that, Madam Mo understood, "Shao Yu, I'll pick it up." However, the relevant news has been endless, even Madam Mo, who is deeply rooted in the simple, has also heard, "Zheng Yan, what is going on with those reports?"
"The media will always catch the wind and catch the shadows, it is the heat of a gust of wind, and it will be fine after a while." Mo Zhengyan replied.
In the evening, Mrs. Mo picked up Shao Yu. The little guy was happily seeing his grandmother coming to pick him up. Madam Mo said, "Shao Yu, my mother is busy today, and grandma will pick you up."
Shao Yu said, "I know that my mother called Teacher Ru, and I talked to my mother on the phone."
So, Mrs. Mo understood. Song Qiyue seemed to have contacted the teacher and told the child the reason.
There was only one thing but doubts in his mind. When Shao Yu asked Mo Zhengyan, "Dad, did Mom go on a business trip again?"
"What did your mother tell you?" Mo Zhengyan asked back.
Shao Yu said, "My mother said yes, she has to be busy these two days, so she can't come to pick me up."
"That's it." Mo Zhengyan replied.
"Oh." The child obediently responded, but immediately asked, "Then something happened these two days, did you come to pick me up the day after tomorrow?"
Who knows this? Mo Zhengyan couldn't answer, but he still found the child's frustration. He said, "If you are obedient, my mother will come to pick you up from school."
"Okay." Shao Yu reluctantly accepted, but was still thinking about the birthday party, "Dad, my birthday is about to be celebrated, mom will come."
"Of course, she will definitely come." Mo Zhengyan promised.
Shao Yu counted the time, this weekend is his birthday, "Today is Tuesday, and I can see my mother on Sunday!"
Where does the child know what's happening outside, and is still immersed in the joy of the upcoming birthday party, just thinking about coming soon.
However, in this way, Song Qiyue and Shao Yu blocked the opportunity to meet again. In addition to the phone, there is no other way except to see the other party in the video. On the cusp of the storm, all reporters outside the house, she didn't want her children to get into the whirlpool.
Only as much as possible, let the child feel safe, talk to the child through teacher Ru before going to bed during lunch break.
Shao Yu’s childish voice is very brisk. Let Song Qiyue feel relieved. Thinking that the reporter hasn’t disturbed the child after all, Shao Yu asked, “Mom, Sunday is my birthday party. I’m drawing the invitation letter and I will send it to you. Okay? Mom, can you give me an address?"
The invitation letter for the birthday party was personally sent by Shao Yu. It was the same in previous years. Song Qiyue heard about it, but the address was embarrassing. She had already told the child that she was not in Hong Kong, so she thought about it, "Then mother The address of the company here tells you, if you send it, the secretary and aunt will give it to mom, okay
Shao Yu agreed, so the address was passed from Teacher Ru, and it was recorded. It was the Kaiyuan Building, "Teacher Ru, thank you. When Shao Yu wakes up, I will trouble you to give him the address."
After Shao Yu woke up in the afternoon, Teacher Ru wrote the address in the notebook and handed it to him. The child took it and carefully put it in the schoolbag and put it away. Teacher Ru curiously asked, "Shao Yu, why do you want to ask your mother's address? ?"
Shao Yu replied, "Because I celebrate my birthday on the weekend, I want to give my mother the invitation card of the Parasitic Day."
"Birthday party, it's great." Teacher Ru smiled.
Shao Yu looked at Teacher Ru, and he smiled and said, "Teacher Ru, I have invited Xiaotian and Taotao to them. I also want to invite you. Will you come?"
"Is it the weekend?"
"Yep!"
Teacher Ru will naturally not refuse, "Okay, the teacher must be there."
Just looking at Shao Yu, Teacher Ru remembered the recent reports in the news media. Those reports were all about the same person, Mo's general manager and Long Yuan's director, but both of them happened to be Shao Yu's father. Mother, Teacher Ru can't help feeling sad.
Is everything true
So, what should the child do
...
For three consecutive days, the reports of Mo Shi and Long Yuan were fired up. The reporters were either stuck in Mohs or Longyuan. Compared with Mo's huge foundation in Hong Kong City, the media is not too daring to act rashly, but Long Yuan is a lot of presumptuous.
Regarding Longyuan director Song Qiyue, the legendary Mrs. Mo, more news was revealed. In addition to imprisonment, she also had a professional history. In addition, she had worked in public relations, which was described for a while. The vividness is unbearable, and they are all spreading. This woman is definitely not simple, and her character must be very problematic.
Song Qiyue's access is very inconvenient, and the latest report captured photos of her entering and leaving the company. Sunglasses cover the face, only the side face is beautifully curved.
"With so many people every day, did those reporters have nothing else to do?" Secretary Ai couldn't help but disagree.
Song Qiyue smiled, "People always look for some information to write news. Hong Kong says it's not big, so there are so many things to write about. This is not here."
Secretary Ai looked at her, still calmly and unhurriedly, she couldn't help feeling confused, and even hesitated when reporting to Mr. Nie, "Director Song does not seem to be affected."
"It seems?" Nie Xun grasped the key words in the words.
Secretary Ai said, "I think Director Song is in a good mood, and he is not at all irritated by the reporters and the media. However, it is really annoying that those reporters have chased each other early and late, and they also love not to write based on the facts. ."
Song Qiyue's reaction is indeed extremely calm and unaffected, but is it really so
I'm afraid not at all.
In Nie Xun's thoughts, he thought of someone coming, and he always wanted to talk to him-Mo Zhengyan!
There happened to be a project to cooperate with Mohs. The quarterly report has been released, and the total profit, income and expenditure of the previous quarter are listed. As a partner, Mo's invited Long Yuan and Bona to attend the meeting, and Nie Xun's eyes fell.
At Bona, Li Chengyi received an oral message in the office from Longyuan, "Mr. Li, Mr. Nie said, tomorrow Mo's meeting will be held by him alone. Ask Mr. Li to work with Bona now. Matters, quickly reply to the board of directors."
Li Chengyi didn't make the slightest change on his face, but as soon as the secretary left, he picked up the cup, as if about to smash it to the ground. But he held back it, but the teacup creaked and creaked, and the sunlight refracted light and shadow.
The afternoon sun is warm in winter, this kind of weather is most suitable for going out and sketching.
Today, the teachers in the school took the children to draw in the nearby square. The children carried the drawing board and schoolbags and went to the square with little yellow hats.
There are more than ten children accompanied by four teachers in total. One leads the team, the two accompany the team, and the other guards the team at the end. And the one at the end was Teacher Ru, and Mo Shaoyu was walking beside her.
Shao Yu's height is outstanding, the tallest among the children, and he is not worried about walking behind, so every time he is the last in the row. Teacher Ru chats with him, "Shao Yu, what are you going to draw in a while?"
"Teacher, I want to spend beautiful flowers." The child thought about it early in the morning, "There is still a beautiful sky."
"Oh? Why?"
"I agreed with my mother yesterday to paint her the most beautiful flowers." When Shao Yu talked about this, his eyes were bright.
Teacher Ru smiled, "Shao Yu really likes her mother, is the sky also painted for her mother?"
"That's what Dad likes." The child's eyebrows were flying.
Soon I arrived at the sketching square, and under the care of the teacher, the children gathered in twos and threes to draw together. The sun is very good, not too hot, and it is warmly sprinkled on the body, and the hands and feet are moved. Teacher Ru looked after the child and walked to the back of Shao Yu to see that the little guy had already painted the sky and the sea of flowers in a decent way.
The children were sketching happily. No one noticed. In the corner on the side, two men were taking pictures with their cameras in their hands, focusing on that handsome profile face, constantly snapping pictures.
"Children, our time is almost up. We are going back to school. Will you arrange your things?" The teacher calculated the time and immediately clapped his hands to remind everyone, urging the children to go outside the square.
But there was another one who was still sitting on the spread blanket and continued to paint. Shao Yu was so serious. Teacher Ru walked over and said, "Shao Yu, everyone is back to school, and we are back."
Shao Yu nodded, "Okay, Teacher Ru, I just paint this place with color."
Teacher Ru looked down and found that the sky was missing a corner, and a blank space had not been painted. Teacher Ru was not in a hurry, thinking about waiting for him to paint this patch of color.
The other three teachers had taken the students out of the square, and the school bus came to pick them up, waiting there.
While arranging for the students to get on the bus, Teacher Ding turned around and shouted, "Mr. Ru, it's almost time to get on the bus."
Teacher Ru answered, turning around again, "Shao Yu, it's too late, let's go back to school and draw again."
Even if the child is anxious to finish, he still obeys the teacher and packs up drawing tools. Teacher Ding also walked over and helped take things together, but at this moment, the moment he was about to leave, Teacher Ding turned his head and noticed something strange, "Who are they? Why are they still taking pictures with the camera?"
Is it a reporter? Yao Xiaoru was taken aback, and immediately went to see, only two men, carrying backpacks and cameras, really looked like reporters!
Teacher Ding shouted at them, "No filming!"
Originally they wanted to scold and leave, but the two reporters who were discovered suddenly rushed over with courage. They came forward and rushed all the way to the child. The camera took pictures and asked the child." Are you a kid Mo Shaoyu?"
"Your father is Mr. Mo Zhengyan? Your mother is Miss Song Qiyue?" The reporter started chasing and asking, Teacher Ru immediately shouted, "Mr. Ding, get things quickly, let's go!"
"Do you have humanity? You are not allowed to shoot!" Teacher Ding was also angry, panicking and tidying up while hitting the reporter.
Shao Yu didn't say a word, facing the camera, facing the strange man's questioning, the child didn't cry or make trouble, and didn't seem to be flustered at all, but the stunned eyes still revealed a panic.
"Little friend, your mother has not been with you for many years, hasn’t she? This time your mother came back, did she come to take you away? If your father and mother divorced, who would you be with? Do you choose father or choose Your mother? Little friend, can you tell me..." The reporter's questions came repeatedly, chasing them all the way.
Teacher Ru picked up Shao Yu at once and ran to the school bus. The child was protected by her chest, her hands covered her face, and the reporters were not allowed to continue filming, only the black hair was still undulating in the wind.
From the rear, Mr. Ding also ran away, and the two were chased into the school bus.
The reporter chased all the way, stopped in front of the school bus, and drove away quickly as soon as the door closed.
The children in the car were originally excited, and sketching out once is their favorite extracurricular activity, but now they are all at a loss. Just because of the scene just now, the children couldn't understand it. The teachers are vaguely aware of some things, but they also look at each other and don't know what to do.
Teacher Ru was calming the children's emotions, "Shaoyu, it's okay, but the two uncles saw that you painted very well, so let's take a look at your paintings..." This is obviously an excuse, even Yao Xiaoru said it. Can't be convinced.
After the school bus rushed back to the school, the reporter finally didn't catch up again, but people's hearts were already panicked. Looking at Shao Yu again, the child's silence is even more disturbing.
"If the child doesn't speak, what will happen?" Teacher Ding panicked even more.
"I'll contact his parents, you are here to watch." Teacher Ru immediately left the classroom and called Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue.
...
"What are you talking about!" Song Qiyue received the call, and she suddenly rose from the executive chair.
Teacher Ru hurriedly told the passing, "Mother Shaoyu, this is how it happened. Just now we went to outdoor sketching. When the sketching was about to end and back to school, Teacher Ding found that the reporter was taking pictures, and we wanted to take the children away, but The reporter ran after him and asked a lot of questions. The child was probably frightened, so he hadn’t spoken all the way since he came back, and now I don’t know what to do!"
Upon hearing this, Song Qiyue felt as if she was crushed by a mountain, "I'll be here soon!"
If it was said that in the past it was just a small conflict between the children in the school, the parents tried their best to solve it, but now, it is simply a bolt from the blue.
Yangyang, my Yangyang, how is he now
Song Qiyue didn't care about anything else, so she had to go outside, but was stopped by Secretary Ai, "Director Song, where are you going?"
"I'm going to school now, let my work aside!" Song Qiyue was about to walk out of the office.
"Director Song, there are reporters outside! You will be blocked there and chased when you go out now!" Secretary Ai's words awakened Song Qiyue, and the current situation is totally unfavorable to her.
She can't let more reporters chase to school. What should I do
Song Qiyue was in chaos right now, and the whole person was going to collapse there. Secretary Ai is also at a loss. She has never seen Director Song like this before, and she has always been calm and composed.
Calm down, there will be a way, there will be a way...Song Qiyue hypnotized herself, and suddenly she thought of something.
"Secretary Ai, you come with me." Song Qiyue gave an order and went outside the department.
Secretary Ai followed all the way, but was surprised, what is she going to do? I saw Song Qiyue wandering around the company and didn't know what she was looking for.
Song Qiyue scanned the crowd, but did not find a suitable one, and suddenly asked, "Is Secretary Liu in the company?"
"She is in the company and did not accompany Mr. Nie out today..." Before Secretary Ai's words fell, Song Qiyue had already walked to the secretary-general's office.
When Secretary Liu was in the office, the door was suddenly opened, and Song Qiyue appeared outside the door, "Secretary Liu, please change clothes with me."
Secretary Liu was stunned.
After a short while, several people got down to the underground parking lot. You can go outside here, but there must be many reporters staying at the entrance and exit, so Song Qiyue said, "Secretary Liu, I have an urgent matter to go out today, but I can’t be followed by reporters, so I have to trouble you to wear me. Clothes, drive my car."
Secretary Ai understood, "Director Song, it turns out you think so, it's okay, you can get them away first." Secretary Ai looked at Secretary Liu after dressing up again, she said in surprise, "Secretary Liu and Song The heights of the directors are about the same, so if you dress up, they really look a bit like."
"Secretary Liu, you drive away first, can I trouble you to do this for me?" Song Qiyue asked.
"Director Song, there is no problem." Secretary Liu took the car key and drove away first.
As soon as the private car drove away, the media reporters waiting outside the parking lot had already swarmed up, besieged for interviews.
Secretary Ai asked in the parking lot, "Director Song, what about me?"
"You sit in the back seat and let the driver take you away." Song Qiyue ordered again. Secretary Ai took the order. As soon as he put on his sunglasses, he immediately got into the car and was still muttering, "Unfortunately, I am a little shorter, and I don't It's like Director Song, it can only be this way."
As soon as Secretary Ai's car left, the remaining group of reporters who stayed there were chasing out again as soon as the private driving came out.
Seeing the people dispersed, the assistant came to report, "Director Song, I think the reporter outside is almost running."
Song Qiyue walked to an unremarkable small truck parked in the parking lot. It was a truck matched by the company's employees. The jacket of the suit was removed and thrown into the co-pilot. She put on her blue uniform jacket. The hat of the same color was also worn, the long hair was rolled up and all tucked into the hat, and he took up his glasses and put it on.
The assistant followed and took a look. At first glance, he really couldn't see the original appearance.
Before Song Qiyue got into the car, he gave another order, "Let the truck run out first."
The assistant immediately picked up the walkie-talkie, and another truck drove out.
At this moment, the situation outside was sporadic and some reporters were waiting for an opportunity to wait in ambush, ready to take a photo at any time, but when the sight was wrong, they gave up. At this time, the assistant replied, "Director Song, it's okay."
The truck had started its engine and finally left the parking lot.
The reporter from a distance saw that it was the driver of a truck again, so he stopped chasing him, and Song Qiyue smoothly drove the car away.
Song Qiyue breathed a sigh of relief when she was far away, and she slammed on the accelerator all the way to the school.
Almost at the fastest speed, Song Qiyue drove to the school and ran into the school after getting out of the car. Contacted Teacher Ru, who was waiting in front of the teaching building.
At this time, Mo Zhengyan had arrived first, and he had just arrived at the teaching building. When he saw Song Qiyue, he was also taken aback. This dress...
Teacher Ru could hardly recognize her, and when she took a closer look, she confirmed that it was her, "Mother Shaoyu, you..."
"I'm sorry..." Song Qiyue remembered that the hat and glasses hadn't been taken off yet, so she quickly took them off and stuffed them into her pockets randomly. "Mr. Ru, where is Shao Yu?"
"I asked Teacher Ding to take him to the reception room. After he came back, he refused to speak, why didn't I say anything..." Teacher Ru walked all the way, taking them all the way to the reception room.
There are many children in the classroom, so I can’t stay quiet anymore. The teachers in the office can’t do the same. Only the reception room is quiet. Teacher Ding tries to talk to the children. But the stubborn child, like a little beast, refused to speak anyway. Only then did I realize that the stubborn child was really difficult to handle.
With a rush of pace, Teacher Ru arrived with Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue.
Song Qiyue stepped to the reception room, Mo Zhengyan also walked in. Teacher Ding was sitting next to the sofa with Shao Yu, and talking for a long time was useless. He looked up and saw the parents coming. It was like seeing a savior, "Shao Yu, mom and dad are here, look!"
Song Qiyue came all the way and had heard the passing from Teacher Ru. She walked quickly over and reached out to touch Shao Yu, "Shao Yu."
"Teacher Ding." Teacher Ru yelled, and Teacher Ding was also interested, and immediately got up and walked outside the reception room. The two did not say more, and only left this place to these three. Only when he left, Teacher Ru took a look. Shao Yu was sitting on the sofa, his hand still holding the crayons that he had been holding when he came back from the square.
But the child did not speak, even when it was looking at his parents, even if it was Mo Zhengyan calling him, there was only stubborn silence in his eyes. She squatted down and hugged him and said, "It's okay, mom comes. Now, it’s okay, Shao Yu is not afraid."
Song Qiyue spoke to herself, but found that just as the teacher said, the child had never spoken. She let him go and looked at him and shouted, "What's the matter? Talk to mother, Shaoyu, don't scare mother, Shaoyu ?"
"Shao Yu?" Mo Zhengyan also frowned and shouted, "Dad is here, you speak!"
Shao Yu's eyes were black and innocent, but they met Song Qiyue like a chain. The first sentence was, "I hate you!"
Suddenly, the child finally opened his mouth, but with a single sentence, she was thrown into hell and Mo Zhengyan was still there.
"Shao Yu, how can you talk to mom like this!" Mo Zhengyan said solemnly.
Song Qiyue's hand holding Shao Yu's body trembled. Shao Yu looked at her and asked, her childish voice was messing with her words, "They said, Mom, you came back to take me away! You want me to leave. Dad, you want to take me away, you lie, I hate you, I hate you most!"