Whether at the negotiating table or on any occasion, this man who never admits defeat took the initiative to cease the war this time.
Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief.
The world is finally peaceful!
The three of them were busy eating, making almost no sound except for an occasional small sound.
When Luo Xiaoqian was almost finishing her porridge, there was a knock on the door again.
This time, a man and a woman walked in.
The man is Jiao Yang's driver, and the woman is Irene who came from Beijing.
Two people each walked to their boss.
"Mr. Leng, I have prepared the necessary donations according to your instructions." Aileen smiled at Luo Xiaoqian, and then handed over the booked air tickets and the new mobile phone specially prepared for Leng Zimo from the bag, "This
It’s the return ticket and your ID you want. In addition, I have notified the board members to reschedule the board meeting to the afternoon, so you can make it in time!”
"Mr. Jiao, the car has been inspected and there is no problem. When are we going to Yaqing Temple?" the male driver asked Jiao Yang.
Jiao Yang put down the chopsticks in his hand, "Let's take Mr. Leng to the airport first, and then go to Yaqing Temple."
This time, Jiao Yang came to Sichuan, firstly to collect folklore, and secondly, to discuss cooperation with the local government on a cultural project.
Like Leng Zimo, Jiao Yang has always been a madman at work. Last night, when he rushed from Aba to Yaqing Temple overnight, he happened to meet Luo Xiaoqian who was asking for help.
"No need to trouble you, I'll just take a taxi to see him off!" Luo Xiaoqian said hurriedly, "It's already taken up a lot of your time, work is important."
These two finally had to go their separate ways, and she would never let Jiao Yang send Leng Zimo to her again.
Jiao Yang's eyes stayed on her face for a few seconds, catching the worry in her eyes. He did not insist, "What about you, are you going back to Beijing too?"
"I want to go see Xiaomei, and there are some unfinished tasks." Luo Xiaoqian said.
"Okay!" Jiao Yang laughed, "I should be able to come back tomorrow. Then, we will go back to Beijing together!"
"But, have I booked all the air tickets?" Irene turned her head and looked at Leng Zimo questioningly.
Leng Zimo stood up and looked sideways at Luo Xiaoqian, "Can I help you change your ticket for the evening?"
He, who has always been authoritarian, actually took the initiative to ask her for her opinion.
Luo Xiaoqian was startled, and then immediately agreed, "Okay!"
Jiao Yang stood up and extended his palm to Luo Xiaoqian, "Okay then, let's... see you in Beijing!"
"See you in Beijing!" Leng Zimo reached out first and held his palm across the table.
The two men held each other's hands, sparks flying in their eyes.
"Ahem!" Luo Xiaoqian coughed lightly, "You two... work is important, work is important!"
He had already guessed exactly what role Irene was, and said hurriedly, "Yes, Mr. Leng, if you don't leave, you will be late!"
The driver standing behind Jiao Yang also smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air, and took a step forward, "Mr. Jiao, it's time for us to leave. There are a lot of cars on the main road now, and there may be a traffic jam!"
Luo Xiaoqian also smiled, "Jiao Yang, I'll see you off first!"
"No, I don't want to ruin your image!" Jiao Yang raised his hand and cut the messy hair on the side of her face behind her, "Goodbye!"
His movement was too fast and sudden. Luo Xiaoqian had no time to dodge, and Leng Zimo was naturally unable to stop him.
