Chapter 987

"Well, can I recommend a company for you?"

"Oh?"

Qiao Yun smiles deeply and slowly pushes Rong Mingyuan's business card out.

Zhang Yunman holds the famous brand and says, "why?"

"Don't you always say you want to return my favor? This is an opportunity. "

She star Mou tiny PICK: "I can go to help you fight for next, but success or failure, is not a person I can decide."

"Of course, I understand. Thank you."

************……

After discussing for a long time various countermeasures and possible situations, song Lei took the instructions to the company to convey.

Lunch was delivered by Mo Qianyu, but at that time Rong Mingyuan ignored her and let her go with her things.

And now it's 2:30 in the afternoon, he suddenly hungry, picked up next to a cut good apple to eat, put the apple core accurately into the next garbage can.

Just thinking about whether or not to call for some takeout, he noticed the sight coming from the door and looked up. He saw song ruochu standing at the door of the ward with a thermos bucket. He didn't know how long he had been standing.

Song ruochu smile, only raised his hands to help him clap: "Rong total shooting technology is really accurate, admire."

He really didn't expect that this woman would come to me on her own initiative, but no wonder: "it's Miss Song who came to see the life-saving benefactor. Did she bring food for me? That's right. I'm hungry. Bring it He honestly and impolitely stares at the thermos bucket on her hand, some eyes are really hungry and green.

"You're welcome." She turned her lips and had to admit that he was right.

He's really her savior now. No matter how hard Xu Jinghua embarrasses her, she can't deny this fact. So no matter how she resisted, no matter how she didn't want to appear in front of him again, she had to come and have a look.

To the side down the insulation bucket, poured a bowl of porridge handed over: "here you are."

Qingcong seems to be indifferent to the common, but I don't know what she put in it, so the fragrance overflows. His eyes lit up again.

"Take it." Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, song ruochu twisted his eyebrows.

He raised his head, eyes with a smile: "my hand has no strength, you feed me."

Some people just like to push their nose and face. She is not angry: "you hurt your stomach, not your hand. How much weight does a bowl of porridge have, and you don't have strength. Do you want to drink it or not? I'll go if you don't drink it."

Rong Mingyuan shook his head bitterly: "now people are so heartless, they are always tearing down bridges. Forget it, I don't want to eat. I really don't have the strength. It's more difficult to clean up if it's overturned. You'd better put it on." He nuzui toward the bed - head cabinet beside him, and then sighed, "I'm really cheap, good to go up the mountain to find someone, if you don't go up the mountain, which will be so serious..."

"Enough, enough!" The biggest thing for song ruochu is that someone asks for favor from him, as well as his garrulous thoughts. I can't see that he has such ability. I can't stand it, so I have to raise my hand and surrender, "OK, OK, I can feed you. Open your mouth!"

She dished out a spoonful of porridge and handed it to her, full of a spoonful. Although she also took a few mouthfuls symbolically, there was a lot of porridge, and the temperature inside was still very hot. Rong Mingyuan took one mouthful and spat out the whole hot mouthful. Now she had to stare at her with resentful eyes. Her tongue was scalded, and she also spoke with a big tongue: "song ruochu, do you mean it, Don't feed me if you don't want to. Did my elder offend you? "

She felt guilty and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please calm down."

Rong Mingyuan snorted, and suddenly felt that the taste in his mouth was good. He smashed it a few times: "what did you put in the porridge?"

"Do you think it's delicious?" Song ruochu's mood is much more beautiful.

Rong Mingyuan smelly face: "I ask you what you put in the porridge, you answer honestly, where to come so much nonsense."

She ah a: "delicious on the line, ask so much to do what, it is difficult to you still want to go back to boil ah." She said about him, but she refused to tell Rong Mingyuan how to make this porridge.

In fact, she didn't know how to do it. Because it was left by Mr. Feng. It was a big pot. It tasted really good. She was full of praise for it. But where can she finish eating so much? It's a pity and a waste, so She thought of the Savior.

Rong Mingyuan's mouth hurts, so she continues to blame her angrily. At first, she bows her head to let him say, but no matter how good-natured a person is, he has a bottom line. In the end, he really doesn't like it, so he retorts in a low voice: "I told you to let you eat by yourself. You have to feed yourself. I haven't eaten it. How can I know whether it's hot or not?"

"Then you can eat it first and feed it to me." So unreasonable a word export, two people are Leng. Also including the door just to a Mo thousand language, pale face standing there, the body crumbling.

Song ruochu half opened his mouth and spat at him: "Rong Mingyuan, how many months do you think you are yourself? There is no brain in speakingMo Qianyu's muscles at the corners of her eyes and mouth are twitching. The porridge in the heat preservation bucket on her hand is spilled all over the ground. Her body is shaking. She can't stay any longer and leaves angrily.

Song ruochu is dull. Although she hates Mo Qianyu's arrogance and acrimony, this time she misunderstands her. She just wants to make an excuse to leave, so she chases out with her bag: "Miss Mo, wait a minute, Miss Mo -

she catches up with Mo Qianyu who is still waiting in front of the elevator door. She's a little panting, so she says," Miss Mo, you're welcome ……”

"Don't say it." Mo Qianyu turned his eyes full of cold and disgust, and sneered, "song ruochu, I really belittle you. How nice it is to say, isn't your husband rich and capable, or are you unwilling to be lonely and want to try other men? Bah, you are such a shameless bitch. Don't show up in front of me in the future. You make me sick

Mo Qianyu completely ignored how many people were waiting beside him, so he poured dirty water on song ruochu.

The audience who didn't know why looked at Song ruochu with disgust. Song ruochu suddenly felt that he couldn't explain clearly. The elevator just came, and Mo Qianyu was the first one to go in with Xiang in both hands.

The people nearby also fish in and see song ruochu want to come in. These people in the elevator frown one after another. The rumor is fiercer than a tiger, and their eyes can kill a person.

Well, song ruochu was forced to step back this time and stood aside waiting for the next elevator.

But obviously, many people didn't leave, and she just heard Mo Qianyu's indignant words. She felt that she couldn't stay and walked to one side of the safety stairs.

*********

when she met Qiao Yunshen in the corridor, she only bent her head and walked forward, completely unaware of his shock.

He just thought of calling her, but another clear female voice came from the side: "Qiao Yunshen." It's Yang Qingge with exquisite makeup.

Song ruochu immersed in his own thoughts, so indifferent from the shocked two people walked by.

Yang Qingge slowly calms down. Seeing Qiao Yunshen's appearance, she has no reason to tremble. After so many years, seeing such a woman similar to Su ran, he can still show this kind of expression. What else can she say. She lost from the beginning: "Qiao Yunshen."

Qiao Yunshen gave a sound and finally drew his attention back to Yang Qingge: "Hello, Miss Yang, what can I do for you?"

"Oh." Yang Qingge accompanied the old man to the hospital for routine physical examination. As a result, she saw Qiao Yunshen from a long distance. She was not reconciled and had to come to say hello. His posture was really chilling. She gently raised her sideburns, "remember what I said to you at the beginning? When I see it today, I still hear it. "

"Yes, I'm sorry." Qiao Yunshen's apology makes Yang Qingge suddenly not know how to deal with it.

"Why apologize? Don't you always think you're right?"

"I didn't do anything wrong, but I'm sorry for forgetting you and hurting you."

Yang Qingge was stunned: "do you remember?"

Looking at the shock of her eyes, Qiao Yunshen really felt a little heartache. Yes, he remembered that he had recovered all the lost memories in a limited jumping exercise.

His parents, his grandfather, his past, everything, including Yang Qingge.

She used to be so lovely and innocent. He once took her hand and walked under the cherry trees in the sky. He once chased in the snow and made a promise that this generation would only let her be their bride.

Unfortunately, as time goes by, they are no longer innocent children. Their childlike innocence is no longer there.

Yang Qingge's tears rolled down without warning: "it's late. Do you know it's all late?"

Yes, it was late, so he was sorry: "I'm sorry."

"What's the use of saying I'm sorry? Can you compensate me?" Her eyes were stained with tears, and her face was filled with tears. Her crying attracted the attention of the people around her.

Seeing this, Qiao Yunshen took out a square towel from his coat pocket and handed it to her: "wipe it."

Yang Qingge took the towel and turned over. Qiao Yunshen didn't know what to say.

All this has gone beyond Yang Qingge's expectation. She is also at a loss suddenly. According to the originally scheduled plot, she takes out a silver invitation from her bag: "tomorrow is my birthday. There is a party in the evening. If you feel sorry for me, prepare a big gift for me."

The invitation was thrust into his hand, and she turned away with the kerchief in her hand. The Dior perfume is still on the invitation. Open, the final signature is Yang Qingge and her husband - Zheng Zhiyuan.

This invitation is just in time.

Zheng Zhiyuan is one of the most famous businessmen in the city. He is well-known in business. He made a fortune in his early years. He is the largest financial investment company in China. He is also the executive officer of a listed financial company in Hong Kong. Now he is the president of Rongcheng financial chamber of Commerce and a member of the National Committee of the Chinese people's Political Consultative Conference. No matter in the market or in the officialdom, they are all important people.Just really did not expect, Yang Qingge actually married such a man. Although he is powerful, he is sixty years old.

Is this really the age that modern people believe in, not a problem?