He did those deeds one by one, "First, he helped you pass the customs through the customs, and then acted as a credit guarantor, and asked President Zhong to agree to the loan for the project in your hand. Now, he orders After a while, I helped you get the land that Boss Gao was holding. Is this just a little affectionate?"
Zhou Suhe smiled and concluded, "In July, you have a great friendship."
After Song Qiyue listened one by one, she was still cutting the steak with her knife and fork, "Su He, you really care about me. Only a few days after coming to Hong Kong City, you know so much. You really care about me."
"What is your relationship with him?" He asked again, his tone aggravated.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth." Song Qiyue raised his fork and brought the steak into his mouth.
Her voice was mixed with chewing murmurs, "Actually, he is my uncle!"
"Uncle?"
"Didn't Xiang Wan tell you?" Song Qiyue said, "Our Song family and the Mo family are distant relatives, so Mo Zhengyan is our little uncle. Xiang Wan also knows that we had eaten with my uncle before. It’s dinner. Oh, by the way, before Xiangwan’s birthday, my uncle also came to her birthday party."
Song Qiyue looked at Zhou Suhe and saw that he was silent, she said again, "It seems that you haven't asked her before. She is probably afraid to disturb you, so she didn't talk about these irrelevant things."
Zhou Suhe was silent for a while, then he whispered, "Except for this, there is nothing else?"
"What else can there be?"
"Although you and him are uncles and nephews, they have no blood relationship."
"Are you referring to me and my uncle? We didn't."
Indeed, there is no one now, and there was also in the past.
"Even if you don't, what about him?" Zhou Suhe couldn't help but question.
"Of course he didn't." She responded, looking at the steak on the plate, there was more than half left, but Song Qiyue was somewhat full.
"I heard a news recently."
"tell me the story."
Zhou Suhe looked at her who was still fighting the food, and he slowly said, "Sell your land to your boss. The reason why he has an economic crisis is because someone has done something behind his back."
Song Qiyue finally put down the tableware, she was full.
"I also heard about this. The man who makes the hands and feet seems to be my uncle."
She is very plain, seemingly irrelevant, and has nothing to do with her.
Zhou Suhe had a sharp eye, "You said, why did he do this?"
"Well, I guess it's because of the pros and cons of investment."
"For such a huge group company, all of which are large projects of hundreds of millions of dollars, and tens of millions of businesses, he does not take it seriously. Will he be like this to defeat a personal investor who is worth less than eight figures? "
Song Qiyue looked back at him, "Although Mo's business is big business, it is nothing more than some accidents. Maybe what he needs is in the hands of the other party, so he tried to find ways to settle it. This is also estimated. No. Suh, you are also in the mall, do you think this is not possible?"
Zhou Suhe was silent.
Song Qiyue tilted her head slightly, and she asked with a smile, "You have said so much, are you guessing that it was for me to bring down Boss Gao?"
He was still silent, but this time it seemed to be acquiescence.
Song Qiyue smiled happily, she smiled happily, "If this is the case, then I really have a lot of face, my uncle is so kind to me, he can do so many things for me."
"However, it's a pity, this is not possible." Song Qiyue denied this hypothesis.
At noon, the restaurant's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, curtains hanging down, the French pattern, the tassels are very romantic. The glass can illuminate the figures of people, and the silhouettes of the two of them are reflected on it. They faced each other and looked at each other even more.
It was Zhou Suhe who spoke first.
"A man and a woman can have everything."
Song Qiyue just stared at him.
After another moment, Song Qiyue smiled, "My uncle and nephew are too bold. It's impossible for me and him. It's safe."
"Really?" He asked again, seeming to be convinced.
"Of course." She stared seriously.
Then he asked again, "I have eaten so much, don't eat anymore?"
"Oh, I'm full." Song Qiyue picked up the napkin and wiped the residue on the corner of his mouth.
"It tastes bad?" Two-thirds of the plate in front of her remained.
"I drank a big cup of coffee before I came out, and ate another puff, now I am not very hungry."
"Going busy again?"
"There is no way, to work for others, of course, is the lords of food and the worries of the prince."
Zhou Suhe asked her to stay again, "That's why I asked you to follow me."
"With you, don't you have to work?" Song Qiyue put down his napkin, "In fact, it's all the same, it's all work."
"How can it be the same, you are following me, not following others."
"Su He, it's all the same." She whispered.
Zhou Suhe's eyebrows wink, "Are you going to continue to accompany those men to social parties, or continue to wait for your uncle to help you solve the trouble?"
"My uncle kindly helped me several times, but of course he won't help me all the time."
"Without him, you can't hang around in Port City." Zhou Suhe's voice was mild, but his words were sharp.
In Song Qiyue's eyes, she smiled and said, "Without him, I have lived in Hong Kong City for three years, and then I believe I can live for another three years."
"July." Zhou Suhe frowned.
She interrupted him, "Suh, I said, I don't like being followed."
Although she was smiling, her eyes were bright, and there was a touch of flame deep in her eyes.
Zhou Suhe knew that she was angry.
He whispered, "Don't need me to follow, these news will also spread."
"Yes, I thought too much." Song Qiyue smiled, and she slowly got up, "Please, thank you for this meal."
Song Qiyue was about to leave, and when he left, he exhorted, "Before you and Xiang Wan go back, remember to call me to have a meal together. I'm a sister, I have to entertain you again."
Zhou Suhe gave an "en".
Outside the window, Song Qiyue's figure slowly disappeared from his vision.
...
"I just heard that Boss Gao..."
As soon as Song Qiyue arrived, Shao Fei had already been waiting for her in the office.
Before he could finish speaking, Song Qiyue took his words, "The reason why his investment is in crisis is because of Mo Zhengyan's hands and feet behind his back."
"Have you heard that too?"
Song Qiyue nodded.
There was Huqin first, then Su He, and now it is Shao Fei. Even if Song Qiyue didn't want to be sure, it seemed a little difficult.
What's more, Zhou Suhe was not a person who would talk casually without justification. He must have found the exact news before he came to her.
Mo Zhengyan, what is he doing this for?
After thinking about it, Song Qiyue rushed out of Dingxin and drove to Mohs. On the way, she called his secretary Qian Jue, "Secretary Qian, hello. I'm almost at Mohs. Mo always have time."
This is not an inquiry, but a notice.
Qian Jue said, "Miss Song, Mr. Mo is not in the company now."
"Oh? It's okay, please tell me where he is. I'll see him." Song Qiyue was really worried that he would fly abroad.
There was silence on the other end, Song Qiyue guessed that Qian Jue was probably reporting the situation.
Later, Qian Jue said, "Mr. Mo is at the dock."
There was only one pier in Hong Kong City. Later, Wuzhou Group cooperated with other companies and negotiated a municipal development project, which is the construction of Chengdong Wharf. Today, the construction of the wharf in the east of the city has not been completed, and only the port city in the west stands out.
Song Qiyue drove to Chengxi Wharf.
In mid-May, the sea breeze is slightly cold, but the sun is good.
As the car drove to the dock, Song Qiyue saw someone waiting in front of him.
It is He Sangsang.
Stopped the car, Song Qiyue got out of the car and He Sangsang stepped forward, "Miss Song, please come with me."
Mo's export business is second to none among the port city enterprises, and Mo Zhengyan will come to the terminal for verification regularly. This is what Song Qiyue knew. Today, it is Mo Zhengyan's inspection day.
In the sunlight ahead, Qian Jue was standing next to Mo Zhengyan holding an umbrella.
Surrounded by a group of people, Mo Zhengyan was walking while talking to everyone.
After walking for a while, I realized that the sun was so strong that I couldn't open my eyes when the sun was on my face.
The air in front was a little burnt, blurry light and shadow.
When they came to him, He Sangsang shouted, "Ms. Mo, Miss Song is here."
Everyone turned back to look at Song Qiyue. Faced with so many eyes, she smiled slightly without stage fright.
Mo Zhengyan said to the lower-level manager, "Secretary Qian, please record first."
"Yes, President Mo." Qian Jue took his orders.
Mo Zhengyan took the umbrella in Qian Jue's hand and walked towards Song Qiyue.
He walked up to her and said, "Talk as you walk."
Song Qiyue nodded, ignoring the inquisitive gaze behind him, and followed him to the other direction.
The two walked side by side, the umbrella in his hand, the shadow under the umbrella blocked the sun, and finally no longer glare.
After walking for a short distance, he remained silent.
On the contrary, Song Qiyue couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "You are not curious, why am I looking for you this time?"
Mo Zhengyan walked by her side, his pace was not fast or slow.
"You want to ask me, Boss Gao, did I do it?" She hadn't picked up the topic before, but unexpectedly, he directly pointed it through.
Immediately, Song Qiyue was stunned.
He has always been accustomed to roundabouts, and he is so direct at once, but he really can't accept it.
Song Qiyue came back to his senses, "So, is it right?"
"Yes." He replied a word, today he is straightforward and thorough.
After being verified by so many people, Song Qiyue was not surprised by the result.
However, she still had questions, and her pace stopped, "Why did you do this?"
Mo Zhengyan's pace also stopped. The two were in the dock, surrounded by huge containers.
He asked her back, "What do you think."
Looking straight at her, it turned out to be hotter than the sun.
Song Qiyue felt too dazzling, she was speechless for a while.
After a while, she frowned and said, "Mo Zhengyan, you can give me a word, what on earth do you want to let me go?"
In his deep eyes, Song Qiyue saw her own reflection.
I only heard him say, "Maybe you don't believe me, I just can't, I see you being bullied by others."