She couldn''t read any more. She was lying in bed and tossing around. Her mind was full of complicated contents. She couldn''t sleep for a long time. She didn''t sleep until late at night until she put on the quilt.


    Mo Shiqian simply calculated the time difference and called her at 8 a.m. in Lancheng.


    The cell phone is silent, it lights up beside the pillow, and the woman is still sleeping.


    At two or three p.m. Paris time, he was sitting in a cool office. He was holding his eyebrows with his fingers. He looked down at the cell phone that had been automatically hung up. He wondered whether she was awake or unwilling to answer his phone.


    Finally, he slowly weaves a text message and sends it to the past.


    As soon as I put down my cell phone, the door of the office was knocked.


    "Come in."


    Song Shu pushed through the door. She wore a simple and capable professional dress, which was a little less powerful than Wenyi''s, and more exposed softness. "President, Kangding said you want me."


    "Well," the man did not lift his head, picked up the prepared document from the side and handed it to him. His voice was low and pleasant. "You have to deal with this whole thing yourself."


    Song Shu took a look at him, reached for it, looked down and swept it quickly. Her beautiful face immediately showed amazement. Subconsciously, she asked, "have you divorced your wife?"


    "Well."


    Song Shu opened her mouth. She didn''t show much shock because of her professional quality, but she didn''t retreat for a while. She is now the Department Manager of the clod sur public relations department. She did deal with the divorce when she announced it.


    She asked tentatively, "madam, this time Didn''t seem to come back with you? "


    Mo Shiqian looked up at her, and said softly, "is there anything else?"


    Song Shu naturally understood what he meant. Holding the document in her fingers, she bowed her head and said, "the president, I''ll go out first."


    He didn''t reply, and his eyes fell back on the screen of his notebook.


    …………


    After getting up, Chi Huan naturally sees his missed calls and messages -


    back, don''t you know when to call again?


    She threw her mobile phone on the bed, got out of the bed, washed, tied her hair and came out just when she saw that the mobile phone on the bed was on, she pursed her lips, and finally went to pick up the mobile phone.


    The caller ID is indeed Mo Shiqian.


    She pursed her lips and finally took them.


    "Up?"


    "Well."


    The man chuckled, "why don''t you call me back?"


    "I have nothing to look for you," she said in a rather bland voice


    "Breakfast?"


    "No."


    "Go to eat first, and then call me. If you don''t, I''ll call you back in an hour."


    Chi Huan, "..."


    She pinched the phone.


    What does the man really say makes people angry.


    It''s late. She turned over the stock she bought the day before yesterday. It''s too late to cook porridge or anything. She made a simple sandwich, made a cup of hot milk, and even made a meal in the apartment.


    An hour later, moshiqian''s phone call arrived as promised.


    She didn''t want to pick it up a bit, but when she thought that he was in Paris now, he still picked it up. Sitting in the big revolving chair in the study, she looked at the bright roses on the desk.


    She said lightly, "you have something to tell me."


    He said in a low voice, "I received a message temporarily yesterday. I wanted to call you on the way to the airport, but someone has been reporting to me Call you and you hang up again. "


    Chi Huan sneers, "it''s my fault?"


    "Blame me."


    She thought of course, but she didn''t speak.


    For a few seconds, Chi Huan heard a woman''s voice on the other end of the phone. It was soft, comfortable and clear. "President, this is a statement. If you have a look at it, I will send it tomorrow morning."


    This voice


    After five years, Chi Huan has met many different kinds of people in these years. For Song Shu, who has not met or talked with many times, she should not have remembered her voice, but she recognized it as soon as she spoke.


    When she heard Mo, she said modestly, "put it down, I''ll see later."


    "OK."


    A few seconds later, it was Song Shu who left. The man''s tone of indifference was a little gentle. "There are a lot of things here, it will take a while to finish --"


    he paused. Chi Huan held the mobile phone tightly without any reason. She knew that there must be many things waiting for him to deal with. Now Wenyi is still being dealt with by him Sent to Jiangcheng, things will be more.


    But think of their feelings, and a good day on the quarrel, another day he returned to Paris.


    This is supposed to be the time to eliminate the separation and cultivate feelings, but they are separated from each other, not in a time zone, not in a world.Then she listened to Mo Shiqian''s low and slow way, "if you don''t take the script recently, come to Paris to accompany me. When things are over, I will accompany you to settle down in Lancheng."


    Chi Huan is stunned. To be exact, she is stunned. "What?"


    "Come and stay with me for a while."


    Who asked? She asked the latter.


    Seeing that she didn''t speak, moshiqian murmured in a demagogue tone, "you should come here and play for a few days, travel or shopping, and go back if you have another job, eh?"


    After returning to the peak, Chi Huan was lazy again. When she was relatively poor, she tried to make money from various notices. Now she basically makes movies, acts as a spokesperson, occasionally receives advertisements, and basically doesn''t touch others.


    In the past, Tang Yueze used to squeeze her as a cash cow. Now, when there is ink, he is modest in this relationship. Even if she has all kinds of willful big brands, he also turns a blind eye.


    Instead of answering this question, Chi Huan said something irrelevant, "is that Song Shu who just said that?"


    Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows. "Can you hear that?"


    "She''s your secretary?"


    The man didn''t talk, smiled, or that kind of smile which sounded very happy.


    Chuckles pool Huan to be angry for a while, "laughs again I hang up the phone."


    His voice is low and mellow, and there''s also the fun with laughter in it. "Jealous?"


    She snorted, "I haven''t eaten your wife''s vinegar. I''ll eat her."


    "Then do you have a special question?"


    "Do you have an opinion?"


    "No," the man replied in a low voice, "she''s a department manager. She doesn''t have much direct contact with me at work. Besides, she has a stable boyfriend these years. You don''t need to be jealous."


    Chi Huan hums and laughs lightly, ignoring him.


    "I''ll have a schedule for you, eh?"


    She wanted to promise to settle down in Lancheng for her understatement. Although she didn''t want to let him give up so much, even though cloud sur was not what he wanted at the beginning, his thoughts in these years are all solid.


    People must have feelings for what they have spent their time on.