I don't want it delivered to your door.
This is really the most powerful sentence, overshadowing all explanations.
His ruthlessness should really make people sad, but Song Qiyue agreed with this sentence in her heart, and said so.
Song Qiyue asked casually with a smile, "Now that my relationship with you is public, do we two have fallen in love?"
Mo Zhengyan just looked at her and didn't speak.
His silent expression was a bit dazed, as if he had been shocked just now. It seems that the definition of "falling in love" doesn't seem to exist in his world.
"Yes, no, I don't know how to tell." Song Qiyue was very generous, even talking to himself, and finally said, "It doesn't matter, just take it as it is, then break up and be happy."
"Mo Zhengyan." She called him.
Mo Zhengyan stopped in place, and he saw her always charming and charming smiling face, still as charming and charming as before.
She smiled freely, but the faint coldness in her eyes was determination.
She said, "There will be no deadline."
After just this sentence, Song Qiyue turned around, and without looking back, she walked towards the security checkpoint of the domestic boarding flight.
Behind her, Mo Zhengyan hadn't moved. He watched her figure away.
At this time, Qi Jian He Sangsang has already turned back.
He Sangsang said, "Mr. Mo, the boarding pass is ready, the time is almost the same, it is time to go to the security check."
Qi Jian said, "Mr. Mo, Song Lianheng, the manager of the Song family just now called, and he wants to invite you to meet."
Mo Zhengyan never heard back, just looking ahead.
The two of them were a little curious, and followed his line of sight, but they happened to see Song Qiyue's back flashing by.
Mo Zhengyan turned his head, he also turned and walked to the other side, "Call back, there is no time recently, everything will be discussed when I come back."
"Yes."
...
In fact, Hong Kong City is not small in the final analysis, but it is also very large if you really want to calculate the sector. If it is not deliberate, and there is no contact in public or private, it is really difficult to meet.
After Song Qiyue returned to Gangcheng, he never saw Mo Zhengyan again.
It's just in the report that I listened to some news about Mo's long history.
For example, the highly anticipated undersea tunnel project has already begun. But Mo's unexpectedly cooperated with Haicheng Song's, Song's is a third-party company, and work together to complete this vast project together.
Shao Feihu questioned, "Jiuyuan actually cooperated with your Song family? Then what did you spend so much thinking about before?"
"Feier, let me teach you a word, it's not about hanging up high." Song Qiyue smiled.
Shao Fei dumbly said, "..."
Time flies, from September of this year to the following year.
In April of the following year, the Wuzhou Group changed drastically. Tang Han Chen, the first young man of the Tang family, and Tang Renxiu, the second young man of the Tang family, had already reached a terrible battle. In the board meeting after the year, the vice president Tang Hanchen was kicked out, and even the general manager Tang Renxiu was expelled from Wuzhou forever!
Of course, these subtle secrets are not known to the outside world, but they are spread all over the business circle.
The whole story is also embarrassing.
According to rumors, Vice President Tang Hanchen was betrayed by his cronies and was betrayed by him.
And that confidant is exactly the manager of the public relations department he supported.
"Song Qiyue." Qi briefed the name.
On the top floor of Mo's International Building, a ray of sunlight shines down from the office.
The man sat in the executive chair, and he listened silently.
"Shortly after former vice president Tang Hanchen dismounted, she was also kicked out by Wuzhou General Manager Tang Renxiu." He Sangsang reported in the side report.
Mo Zhengyan didn't say a word, He Sangsang said again, "I heard that after she was resigned by Wuzhou, she became a cross-street rat in the business world. Large companies refused to hire her. She had a very poor life."
After a while, Mo Zhengyan raised his hand and waved, both of them retreated.
The office became quiet.
The warming up in April should be a year like spring, Mo Zhengyan lighted a cigarette and smoked silently. After half a year, the name rang in my ears, but when I heard it, it seemed to be a very distant matter.
It's just that in the smoke, he suddenly remembered her smile.
Public and presumptuous, bright like the sun of midsummer.