Qin Zhiyan didn't say anything and sat quietly. About ten minutes later, Qin Zhiyan saw their car parked at an intersection.
Go straight in the direction of the apartment where she lives, turn right, and less than a kilometer away is Hengsheng Hospital. Qin Zhiyan looked at Fu Yusheng, who was surrounded by a cold feeling, and summoned up the courage to say.
"Dean Fu, let's go back to the hospital. The right car is at the hospital. I'll drive back by myself in a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, the red light turned green, Qin Zhiyan felt a strong push on his back, and then watched their car rush out towards the straight road ahead.
At this time, the atmosphere in the car had dropped to freezing point. Qin Zhiyan had never seen Fu Yusheng so angry before. He was so scared that he did not dare to speak. He sat helplessly in the passenger seat, holding the seat belt tightly on his chest with both hands.
About ten minutes later, they finally arrived at the apartment where Qin Zhiyan lived. As soon as the car stopped, Qin Zhiyan hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt and rushed out of the car. When he closed the door, he looked at Fu Yusheng and said boldly.
"Thank you, Dean Fu, for sending me back. Please be careful on the way."
After saying that, Qin Zhiyan crossed over from the front of the car and walked towards the apartment building. But after walking a few steps, he heard the sound of a door closing behind him. The next second, he was pulled to the side of the car, his whole body pressed against the car body.
Fu Yusheng blocked her with both hands, imprisoning her unable to move.
Qin Zhiyan leaned back with his head pressed against the car. He looked nervously at Fu Yusheng, who looked cold and solemn, and nervously grabbed the cloak on his chest.
"Dean Fu, you..."
"Qin Zhiyan, don't you like me? Why are you pushing me to other women?"
Fu Yusheng was furious. He suddenly felt that he didn't understand women very well. It was clear that this woman had been pestering him, but why did she suddenly push him to others? Could it be that she had given up after her freshness period.
When Qin Zhiyan heard this question, she frowned, and a trace of doubt arose in her heart. But when she thought about it, there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes, and she said quietly.
"Miss Du is a patient."
Hearing this answer, Fu Yusheng smiled coldly.
"Humph, patient, then the patient should go to her attending doctor, take medicine on time, and cooperate with the treatment."
Perhaps because of her anger, Qin Zhiyan felt strong pressure coming on her, making her dare not raise her head, so she could only lower her head and whisper.
"I'm sorry, it's me who's nosy. Dean Fu, please rest assured that I won't be nosy in the future."
Saying that, Qin Zhiyan tried to push Fu Yusheng away, but Fu Yusheng firmly supported the car body with both hands, and Qin Zhiyan's push did not waver at all.
At this time, Fu Yusheng's cold and deep voice was heard.
"Humph, don't you have enough things to worry about?"
Qin Zhiyan felt uncomfortable at this time. Although she was Fu Yusheng's female companion tonight, Fu Yusheng's attitude towards her was cold and indifferent all night, but he and Mo Yurou kept talking and laughing.
Qin Zhiyan has been working hard for so long, but there seems to be no hope at all. This man's heart will always be pulled by Mo Yurou's every move, and she seems to always be a recluse.
Seeing the gloomy expression on Fu Yusheng's face, Qin Zhiyan suddenly exploded, pushed Fu Yusheng away angrily, and shouted loudly.
"That's enough. I've already said I'm sorry. What else do you want from me? Kneel down and apologize to you? I only helped you get through because I saw it was the hospital's phone number. How did I know that it was Miss Du who was there again?
Noisy. I know that you have been thinking about Miss Mo, but she is already married. She and Mr. Xiao are living very well now. You also saw it tonight. They are very affectionate. Why can't you let go? I did that
Too much, in your case, becomes nosy, why don’t I mind other people’s business, why can’t anything I do get your attention, why can’t you give me a little bit of hope.”
As she spoke, Qin Zhiyan burst into tears. She was not a person who liked to shed tears, or she knew that crying would not change anything at all, but at this time, she just couldn't control it. She was a woman, and she also had a weak side.
Qin Zhiyan wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes randomly, looked at Fu Yusheng with a complicated expression in front of him, and suddenly smiled bitterly.
"Others say that you, Fu Yusheng, have a cold face and a warm heart, and that you are a warm-hearted man. But why can't I feel it at all? Fu Yusheng, you are just a cold-blooded and ruthless bastard."
After saying that, Qin Zhiyan ran into the building.
Fu Yusheng has never seen Qin Zhiyan lose his temper like this. In his impression, Qin Zhiyan is always gentle and generous, capable and steady at work, as if her life has been arranged steadily for a long time.
Seeing Qin Zhiyan's leaving figure, Fu Yusheng was stunned for a moment. When he realized what he was doing and chased after her, Qin Zhiyan had already entered the elevator and gone upstairs.
Fu Yusheng reached out to press the elevator, but when his finger was about to touch the button, he hesitated.
Suddenly, Fu Yusheng smiled bitterly, then withdrew his hand, turned around, walked out of the building, got in the car, started the car, and drove away from the community.
Qin Zhiyan returned to the apartment, took off her shoes, and stepped barefoot on the floor. Suddenly, she felt a sense of expectation in her heart. She hurriedly walked to the window sill and looked down. The only trace of expectation in her eyes was eventually replaced by disappointment.
Downstairs, it was pitch dark, with only the mottled shadows of trees left under the dim light. The asphalt road was wide and there was not a single car.
Looking at the empty road downstairs, Qin Zhiyan finally collapsed and squatted on the ground and cried loudly. It turned out that there were some things that he could not get by working hard.
It takes about forty minutes to drive from Haoting Hotel to Haotianju. After getting in the car, Xiao Zichen asked Mo Yurou to lie down, resting her head on his lap and said softly.
"Let's take a rest. I'll call you when I get home later."
Mo Yurou was also a little tired. After wearing high heels all night, her legs hurt, especially her injured knee, which was sore and swollen.
Mo Yurou took off her high heels, curled her legs up on the chair, and kept kneading her injured knee with one hand. Seeing this, Xiao Zichen took Mo Yurou's hand and took the initiative to help her knead it.
"Knee hurts again?"
Mo Yurou shook her head and said.
"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little sore and swollen. It's an old problem. Just cover it with hot water when you go back and it'll be fine."
Listening to Mo Yurou say this so calmly, Xiao Zichen's brows could not help but wrinkle together, and then a sigh came from the carriage, and then Xiao Zichen's voice sounded in a low voice.
"Okay, you can take a rest."
After saying that, Xiao Zichen took a blanket to cover Mo Yurou and gently pressed her knees.
Mo Yurou originally wanted to close her eyes and rest, but suddenly she thought of the woman she met in the hotel just now, and she became curious and asked casually.
"Who is that Miss Shen? How come she still lives in your house?"
Mo Yurou was so soft that she didn't have any ideas. It was just that the contact with Shen Leyi just now gave her a strange feeling. She seemed to have a harmless face, but she always felt that this girl's innocent eyes contained ambitions that were rarely seen in ordinary people.
When Xiao Zichen saw Mo Yurou asking Shen Leyi, he didn't think much about it and explained.
"Have you ever heard of Shen Peiqiang of the Kyoto Bureau of Commerce? The youngest minister, who was a deputy ministerial cadre under the age of forty, officially became the head of the Ministry of Commerce the year before last, and is Shen Leyi's father. My mother and Mrs. Shen are best friends and have known each other since childhood.
At that time, Shen Peiqiang was the director of the Los Angeles City Commerce Bureau. Because of the relationship between my mother and Mrs. Shen, the two families had always had close contacts. About ten years ago, Shen Peiqiang had the opportunity to be transferred to Kyoto, but it is said that there were several people competing for that position at the time.
, so before the situation became clear, they fostered Shen Leyi in my home. My mother had always wanted a daughter, but she had never been able to achieve it, so she was very happy to agree to it at the time, but she lived in my home for three years.
A few months later, her parents took her to Kyoto."
Hearing this, Mo Yurou also roughly understood Shen Leyi's family affairs, and it seemed that she was someone who could not be messed with. After all, her family members were all officials in Kyoto, and they were high-ranking officials.
"Have you seen each other in these years? From what your mother said just now, it seems that we haven't had much contact with her in these years."
Hearing what Mo Yurou said, Xiao Zichen smiled coldly, stroked Mo Yurou's long and smooth curly hair with one hand, and then said lightly.
"After all, we are officials in Beijing. If we keep in touch too frequently, it will appear that we have some agenda. But it is also understandable. Something happened to the Xiao family back then, and even those relatives and friends stayed away, let alone a friend. Well, as for Shen Leyi, she is just a child, so what kind of connection can there be with her?"
Hearing what Xiao Zichen said, Mo Yurou felt a little sentimental.
This is probably the most realistic social relationship. People often like to associate with people who are more powerful than themselves, but how many of those powerful people will sincerely make friends with people who are not as good as themselves?
Social relationships are inherently complex interest relationships. When mutual interests are combined, the social relationship will appear unbreakable. But when this social relationship may affect each other's interests, the relationship will also fall apart.
Xiao Zichen looked at Mo Yurou who was thoughtful, smiled slightly, pinched Mo Yurou's delicate cheeks and said something.
"Okay, let's not talk about these irrelevant people. Have you figured out how to spend your weekend tomorrow?"
Xiao Zichen didn't want these old events to affect Mo Yurou's mood, so he randomly found a topic to divert Mo Yurou's thoughts.
When Mo Yurou saw Xiao Zichen asking this question, she suddenly thought of something, hesitated for a moment, and said.
"Zhuang Junze made an appointment with me for dinner tomorrow, and I agreed."
When Xiao Zichen heard this, he frowned and asked in a low voice.
"He? When did he date you?"
"It's just tonight. He is also here at the banquet. He is relatively far away from us. I just met him when I went to see Cole. He asked me to meet him at the coffee shop downstairs of the company, and I agreed."
After hearing this, Xiao Zichen was silent for a moment and said.
"I'll accompany you."
When Mo Yurou heard this, she immediately refused.
"No, don't worry, there are so many people in the cafe, nothing will happen. Just in time, I want to ask why the Sifu Group copied our design drawings."
Hearing what Mo Yurou said, Xiao Zichen smiled coldly and said.
"Huh, do you think he will tell you?"
Mo Yurou said with a smile.
"Maybe, so I have to see him. If you are worried, just wait for me at the company."
Mo Yurou took a step back and promised Xiao Zichen to go to the company with her. Seeing Mo Yurou's firm attitude, Xiao Zichen could only nod in agreement.
At this time, Mo Yurou thought of what Cole said to her before leaving, looked at Xiao Zichen and said.
"Let me tell you good news. Cole will no longer live at my place. She will come over tomorrow to pick up her luggage. She is now engaged to Luo Mingxuan. Aunt Zhao felt relieved and gave her the key to the apartment in the city. She will live there in the future. Apartment, won’t bother us again.”
After saying that, Mo Yurou stretched out her hand and tugged on Xiao Zichen's tie, giving him a provocative look.