The room is full of banners, hanging on the four snow-white walls of the room. There are thousands of them stacked on top of each other. At a glance, you can see various names, different reasons, and different words of thanks.
Each scene may have a good story. This is the first time Mo Xiyu understands Leng Shaotian from another angle.
"Xi Yu, why are you here?" Suddenly, a familiar male voice sounded from behind.
Turning around, she met Gu Hai's inquiring eyes. Mo Xiyu pushed her bangs behind her ears with some embarrassment. Then she looked up at Gu Hai and raised the bag with the banner in her hand, "Our company is famous."
Always ask me to send a banner to Mayor Leng!"
Gu Hai said "Oh..." meaningfully, and then took the banner from Mo Xiyu's hand, pulled it apart and looked at it one by one, and said with a calm expression: "Oh, then, thank you for Shaotian.
Mr. He, you put it inside first, and then wait here, Shaotian will be down in a while!"
Hearing this, Mo Xiyu's expression suddenly froze, and she turned to stare at Gu Hai, "Is there a tolerance?"
Gu Hai smelled fear from Mo Xiyu's eyes... He frowned slightly, a little confused.
"No, there may be a typhoon landing in Hezhen tonight. Shaotian will go over to guide the work!"
"Typhoon?" Mo Xiyu's face suddenly became solemn, and she walked around Gu Hai with her slender legs, biting her lip and said: "Every time a typhoon hits that place, it will be the hardest hit area without exception, with casualties and casualties.
Countless, and I read the reports, it might land in the evening!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It's almost noon now. You guys drive there, and when you arrive, it's probably almost night, will it be...
…too dangerous?”
"Oh, I originally tried to persuade Shaotian like this, but he didn't listen. He insisted on saying that as the mayor, I have to go on-site to guide the work and appease the people's emotions. After all... it is very likely that after this typhoon, there will be no
A young family might..." Gu Hai chose to omit the rest of the words, and Mo Xiyu also lowered his head.
Y City is a coastal city. Although its economy is much more developed than that of the mainland, the annual typhoons are enough to make people choke.
At this time, the elevator door opened, and Leng Shaotian and a few officials-looking people came out of it. When he saw Mo Xiyu, Leng Shaotian was obviously a little surprised. He tugged at the edge of his clothes and faced the people around him.
He nodded one by one, "You guys go out first, I'll be right back!"
Also leaving together was Gu Hai.
"Why are you here?" After everyone left, Leng Shaotian asked in a lukewarm voice.
"Are you going to Hezhen?" Mo Xiyu didn't answer him, but instead asked anxiously.
"Yeah!" Leng Shaotian flicked the cigarette ashes on his clothes and responded casually.
"Isn't it dangerous to go now?" The words in my brain came out without thinking.
Leng Shaotian was startled, looked up at the sky outside the door, then turned his head, took a step forward, pinched Mo Xiyu's forehead, and said sarcastically: "Why, you are expecting me to leave and never come back.
So you can remarry?" He deliberately ignored the concern implicit in her words and spoke rudely.
Mo Xiyu waved away his hand, gently rubbed his chin that hurt from his slender fingers, inhaled and inhaled again, and then said, "Be careful."
No matter how angry she is with him, she will still worry about him in her heart. Although, as her husband, she does not want to acknowledge him and would rather ignore him. However, as her brother who has lived with him for decades, she cannot help but worry and care.
, after all, there are too few people in this world who can be called her relatives.
"Before you make sure I'm not dead, you'd better give me some peace of mind!" However, Leng Shaotian didn't seem to appreciate Mo Xiyu's sentiments. He turned around and walked two steps, then turned around and said this:
If it's not related to cattle, the tone is commanding.