Chapter 44

The first time I went upstairs, I was told by the secretary that Gu Shaoqing was holding a shareholders' meeting.

"Madam, President Gu said that if you come up, you will wait for him in the office." Smell the secretary put a cup of coffee in front of her, the aroma is beautiful: "what else do you need?"

"No, thank you."

Since Gu Shaoqing ordered Wen Secretary to call Mu Jiutian "wife" in Gu's group, Wen Secretary knew that Gu always loved his first girlfriend. After five years of being single, he was finally led by Mu Jiutian to enter the tomb of love.

It's said that the sweet way to drink is very good, which makes Gu Zongai infatuated.

But only Wen's secretary knows who is the one with good means.

It's not the first time for Gu Shaoqing's office to come to mujiutian. She sits down on the sofa and keeps flipping through the papers. When she sees the doubts, she wants to mark them on it. Then she finds that she doesn't have a pen with her.

I got up and walked towards my desk. Before I took out my pen, I saw the invitation on the desk.

The company above looks familiar. It seems that I have seen it somewhere.

Pick up to play, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, the man's voice is gentle: "wine sweet, you come."

"Well."

Long legs forward, warm and precious face in her hands to see the invitation, instantly cool down, line of sight like a big net general wrapped, brewing obvious shade.

Mu Jiutian was stunned: "what's the matter?"

"Nothing." Looking back, Gu Shaoqing naturally took the invitation, opened the drawer and put it in. In a weak tone, he said something unimportant: "the auction in the south of the city is for you. Do you have any problem?"

"It's OK for me to assist, but I'm afraid I can't convince the public if I lead."

It's not that she hasn't participated in the auction abroad, but it's the first time for her to be so large and important.

After a pause, her mind still lingered on the invitation: "is that invitation your friend's?"

Mu Jiutian suddenly remembers why she is so familiar with the name of the company. It turns out that the company is what Han Jin stayed after returning home.

If you remember correctly, Han Jin said that his company boss and Gu Shaoqing knew each other.

At that time, she was not a rumor. Now it seems that she is true.

Gu Shaoqing pauses, and Kurosawa's eyes are warm and light, with a look that people can't understand.

It took a long time to say, "well, it's a friend's."

"Put it directly on your desk. It seems that this friend is very important. Is he a member of the circle?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose: "no, it's important."

Not long later, mujiutian thought of this conversation, and finally realized the reason why Gu Shaoqing stopped, and how he blurted out the last four words.

In such a moment, I don't know how much he thought.

Qu Qi's fingers knocked on the table. Gu Shaoqing changed the topic: "I'll give you this auction. I'm very relieved. Last time, Qi Xing's acquisition was very beautiful." Wen Dan's voice is shallow: "of course, success is the best. If you don't succeed, it will be your first practice."

Without waiting for mujiutian to respond to anything, her elegant and noble thin lips hooked up and looked down at the documents in her hand: "just after the meeting, I have something to do. If it's OK, you can go to work first. I'll pick you up after work."

There's something wrong with the atmosphere.

Mu wine sweet bit bit lip, just feel a moment seems to have what change, as if not hot and cold free.

Looking down at the pen in hand, slowly adjusting the breathing.

Gu Shaoqing is on her side, without giving her any eyes, silent elegant alienation.

Put the pen back into the pen holder and cover your face with long hair: "OK, I'll go out first."

The door was closed by backhand, and Mu Jiutian stood at the door for a while. He happened to see Wen's secretary coming with the document: "madam, why don't you go in?"

"Just came out."

His soft voice was warm and shallow. Mu Jiutian nodded to him and gave way to the door.

Seeing and smelling that the secretary went in, she took out the new mobile phone she bought yesterday and walked down the stairs slowly.

The phone call was quickly picked up: "Hey, sweetie."

"Dix, is the contract signed?"

"Of course." Dix kept smiling, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "do you think if this contract can't be signed, I can still answer your phone?"Hearing the sound of high-heeled shoes colliding with the floor echoing in the quiet space, he suddenly paused: "sweetie, are you in the stairwell?"

"Well, what's the problem?"

No problem.

But mujiutian always only when she is upset, she will go up and down the stairs to relax. Every step seems to step on her own heart.

And this time, is it because of the man she worked with, or

Dix suddenly remembered the figure who flashed by the elevator after signing the contract.

Tentative opening: "sweetie, guess who I saw today?"

"Who?" There was no expression on his soft face. He said with a light smile, "is it the God of wealth that you care about?"

"It's not the God of wealth, but someone plays the God of wealth and helps us fill in the 20 million gap..."

His voice was getting lower and lower: "who do you think this person might be?"

It's him!

It must be him.

The footstep is fierce, eyes flow, gradually become cold and deep down, the sound of the heel rubbing the floor appears sharp in the lonely space.

For a long time, mujiutian didn't say a word.

Closed eyes, chest as if filled with something: "I know."

That end also want to say what, but by Mu wine sweet heartless hang up.

There was no phone to call in again, but she held the phone and didn't call out.

Squinting apricot eyes, staring at the mobile phone, mixed with countless satire.

Yesterday's quarrel seemed to reverberate in my ears. What is Bartley's purpose, to make up for it, or to stop her?

Don't you think it's funny?

Put the mobile phone back in the pocket again, Mu Jiutian looked up at the floor number of the wall, and happened to arrive at the floor of the finance department.

Slowly open the door of the stairwell, suddenly a timid voice came into her ear: "I can't get it now, there's a new comer, will you wait for me for another two days?"

New people, don't they talk about themselves?

Take back your hand, leaving a thin seam enough to see the figure outside.

Zhang Yuqin covered his mobile phone, full of panic, quickly shook his head: "no, I don't mean that, I will use the fastest time to get, please wait."

I don't know what the other side said. She was in tears and nodded her promise.

The last sentence, dragging cry: "OK, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yuqin stood in the same place for a long time, with his back against the wall, slowly squatting on the ground, arms around his knees, and buried his head in. The whole person presented a helpless and frustrated atmosphere.

The low and shallow cry is lingering, slightly inaudible.

Mujiutian glared at her squatting down, standing in the same place for a long time without moving.

Until the other party cried enough, got up to dry the tears on his face, turned and left, then came out from the stairwell.

She looked down at the scraped marks on the wall, and then at the invisible figure of her back. Her eyebrows and eyes were smiling. She was only warm and cool.

The play is too bad.