Qi Haotian sat on the chair in the office, changing the cigarettes in his hand one after another. The ashtray on the table had been piled up into a hill by cigarette butts. When the last cigarette in the cigarette box was extinguished, he tiredly
Close your eyes and meditate.
The entire Qiheng Group employees did not dare to approach the office door. Ever since President Qi came back, he had never given them a good look. If they were not careful, they would be blown to pieces by the powerful firepower.
And yesterday, a child suddenly appeared. He was simply a replica of Mr. Qi. He opened the door to the CEO's office without fear. As a result, the two of them stayed all night without coming out...
※※※※Qi Haotian in the office has stopped smoking, but there is still a strong smell of cigarettes in the whole office. Looking around, it is foggy.
Today is already the second day.
After the search and rescue team sent back came back, the answer they gave was that they had searched the islands near the Pacific Ocean and the woods and beaches along the coast, but no human footprints were found. Such an answer was undoubtedly another heavy blow to Qi Haotian. According to
Their theory meant that Lin Weiyang was still soaking in the sea. She couldn't help but feel shocked. The salt water would rot her skin.
Opening his eyes, resisting the worry that was coming like a bullet, he carefully opened the first page of the diary. The white paper was slightly yellowed, and Lin Weiyang's elegant font was neat, with only three words on it.
:I miss you.
This was the first thing Qi Ming gave to him after learning about the incident. Yesterday, Qi Ming said to himself so seriously: "Daddy, I don't blame you, but I know you are Mommy who is thinking about you in New York."
Five years of people.”
At that moment, Qi Haotian felt a little absent-minded. Three simple words, but he expressed a kind of deep love. Thinking of this, he felt that his heart was hit hard and the pain was heartbreaking.
...
In the quiet office, there was no other emotion except sadness and desolation. Qi Ming was sitting on the sofa, his eyes were frighteningly black. No wonder, he hadn't slept for two whole days. When the news reported the plane crash
, he just told himself that he was a man and couldn't cry. At that time, he couldn't think of anyone he could rely on. He just silently dug out the diary that Lin Weiyang carried with him in the hotel, and hurried to Qiheng Group...
There was a stack of documents about the Anneli family on the coffee table. He dealt with it with expectation. After the search and rescue team gave the answer, he lowered his head and continued to work attentively, wanting to devote himself to his busy schedule and temporarily let himself forget these things.
pain...
It's just...he really misses his mother.
Bang, bang, bang. The office door suddenly rang, and Assistant Liu's cool voice sounded outside the door, "Mr. Qi, there are documents from the Anne family."
He looked at the door irritably, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyebrows. Just when he was about to speak out, Qi Ming said first: "Send it in."
....
The door was opened, and the strong smell of smoke irritated Assistant Liu's nostrils. She frowned and suddenly realized that their always strong and domineering Mr. Qi had become so haggard overnight.
"Don't disturb daddy's rest. Just send me any documents."
When Assistant Liu heard the sound, he immediately looked in the other direction. A handsome little boy was sitting on the sofa, looking at her slightly angrily. She couldn't calm down for a moment, and her thoughts were still stuck on the sentence "Don't disturb Daddy's rest."
"In the words.
Is this... the illegitimate son of Mr. Qi? He has an impressive maturity at such a young age, and has a charming little face that looks just like Mr. Qi's. I'm afraid he will be equally harmful to others when he grows up.
Assistant Lin was dumbfounded and didn't understand, which quickly aroused Qi Ming's strong dissatisfaction, "Why are you standing there? Send it over quickly." "Yes." She walked up to him and put the document in her hand in front of Qi Ming.
"Anne Saga's press conference will start at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Is there any problem?" Qi Ming opened his lips slightly, and a low business voice came out decisively: "No problem."