He said this, and her world was all frozen, as if those thousands of years were too far away, but this moment was so real. %d7%cf%d3%c4%b8%f3 is real in front of her eyes, but she can't confirm whether it's true or not. So she didn't move, frozen in place like a fossil.

He opened his arms to her, took her into his arms, and completely embraced her into his arms.

It's his breath, the familiar breath, the companionship of every night, I don't know when it has entered my heart and lungs. But his repetition made her never understand, she never seemed to understand him, and they shouldn't have hugged and held hands like this, and said those vows to leave here together, which was too undeserved.

But the rose in his hand is still in his hand, the branches and leaves are tender and green, the flowers are in full bloom, and the petals are so delicate that they are burning and blooming in the eyes.

He hugged her tightly into his arms. Song Qiyue felt the warmth, it was the warmth of the summer heat, he should have felt too depressed, but why did he fall for a moment, thinking of drowning in this scorching heat, he would never open his mouth to ask for help!

It was like a drowning man. I gave up the last struggle, and I only wanted to sink to the bottom of the water, even if I would never come back again!

July, I love you.

It was his voice, faintly spreading in my ears.

Song Qiyue's whole person was still, the stopped heartbeat slowly recovered, in the face of his embrace, her world continued to fall, the balance seemed to be tilting again, tilting to the original position, those who shouldn't have become so nothing, her hand trembled and stretched out, the budding desire was still so strong.

She wanted to hug him, to touch him, to hold on to her ......

I can't sort out my thoughts yet. When he didn't know where to go, the hand was already gently touching his clothes.

But she couldn't, she still couldn't, she still couldn't hold it, so her fingers trembled, and she couldn't really grasp it!

"Let's go back to Jiangcheng and go back together, okay." He asked again.

Constantly muttering, "Okay", he asked her for an answer.

After waiting for a long time, she refused to answer, he asked and lowered his head, he kissed her lips, his breath was so hot, it was his breath that sprayed all his ears. over her lips.

"July." He called her name.

This is really a demonic barrier, so the voice will come from the depths of her body, from the depths of her throat, she can hardly restrain it, it is the heat surging in her chest, it is the thought that he bewitches. His lips were lingering and warm, her gaze slowly closed, and finally, his hand gently closed, closing her eyes.

The soft kiss, like a cloud, was very light and floating, his hand hugged her, he kissed her, stepped on the cloud, maybe this is what it felt. Gradually, the kiss became entangled, and in the fierce kiss, he wrapped around her, his steps were messy, leaning against the table, then against the wall, and slowly falling down the wall.

It was the curtain of tulle that flew faintly, it was he who was still reading her name in his ear, the wind was so gentle, the evening sunset receded, it was his kiss that fell on her eyes, casting another layer of blurred brilliance. At this moment, those rights and wrongs have become far away, and they seem to be dispersed by the wind, so they forget and can't take care of it, so they will fall into a dream.

This dream is soft and beautiful, whether it is true or not, but it makes Song Qiyue not want to wake up.

The hot body, lingering hugs, and eager kisses are all intertwined. The clothes were all gone, and they were in this attic, completely owning each other, until it was also dark, and they fell asleep when they were exhausted.

Night is coming.

In the villa of the old house, the cake in the hall was still on the cart, but the candles on the cake had burned to the end.

On the sofa next to him, there was a constant buzzing vibration faintly, as if shouting for someone to answer. But after all, there was no one, and there was silence in the hall.

In the dead of night, everything around you will be heard very clearly, and the sound of the wind will pass through your ears, and it will be accompanied by the slight sound of dressing. There was a candlelight burning in the attic, and it was Mo Zhengyan who put on his shirt, and he didn't button it immediately, but he picked up Song Qiyue, who was lying asleep on the floor, with a blanket.

He carried her out of the attic study and down the stairs to the bedroom.

At this time, the servants in the old mansion have all returned, and Sister Lan has also returned with Shaoyu, but in the early hours of the morning, they all fell asleep, so it has been quiet.

Mo Zhengyan came to the bedside with Song Qiyue in his arms, gently put her down, adjusted the pillow for her so that she could sleep well, and gently pulled up the quilt and covered her body. When she was asleep, she was quiet like a sleeping beauty. He looked at her for a while, then went to the bathroom to take a shower, and immediately changed his clothes.

On the bedside, she was still asleep.

When he changed his clothes and turned back, she was still like a sleeping beauty. He walked over again, his fingers gently brushing her hair away, and in the dimly lit room, he didn't wake her up, but leaned over and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

"I'll be back soon." He whispered, and the voice dissipated, and with it the breath.

The sound of footsteps was also far away, and after the door was closed, it was all gone.

Mo Zhengyan went downstairs, the hall was still full of flowers, he stepped out of the entrance, Qi Jian and He Sangsang waited for a long time outside, Qi Jian said, "Mr. Mo, the car is ready, you can go to the airport." ”

"Let's go." He raised his hand and put on his suit jacket, and walked calmly, as if he had embarked on a long journey.

The car drove away from the old house at midnight and past twelve o'clock in the morning.

Everyone in the villa was sleeping peacefully, and the whole city seemed to be asleep.

I couldn't hear it clearly, but I could feel the sound of the car's tires running over the ground, and in the dark room, her eyes moved slightly, lying on this big bed, she curled herself up so tightly.

---- tomorrow is your birthday, but I won't be in Hong Kong City tomorrow and can't spend it with you, so I'll pass it early.

Today is July 20th.

He was supposed to leave for a foreign country on the 19th, but he stayed overnight and left in a hurry in the early morning of the 20th.

The candlelight of her birthday, the blessing of her birthday, the study of the attic, the vows of the roses, swirled in her mind, and the waves swept her to shore and into the sea.

The sea that night was really rough because the wind was blowing.

On a hot summer day, the sea breeze on the pier is also hot, and by midnight, there are no people. On one side of the wharf, there were containers scattered in the distance, but there was a car parked here. The car had been parked for a long time and had not moved for a long time. It had probably been hours, from before evening until midnight.

The mobile phone in the man's hand kept dialing, and finally the echo from the other end was the female voice of the system, "I'm sorry, the user you dialed has been turned off......"

No one answered one second ago, and now it finally turns off.

The sea breeze was gentle, but not too gentle, and it blew the man's face, and he turned around to get in the car and leave.

When he opened the car door, his eyes swept over, but he saw that the car mini refrigerator on the rear seat was still placed, and he opened it to see, inside was a beautifully packaged gift box, with English patterns on it, and only a small part of the English was displayed, which was the word "birthday".

The man closed the box, and he finally got into the car and left the dock.

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When I woke up the next day, the old house had returned to its usual pattern, Sister Lan was with Shaoyu, and the child was still sleeping. Steward Zhao prepared breakfast, but today he cooked noodles, Steward Zhao said, "Young lady, I wish you a happy birthday, the young master has ordered, today's breakfast will prepare longevity noodles for you." ”

"Thank you." Song Qiyue thanked him in response.

After breakfast, when he left the old house, Song Qiyue saw the flowers in the hall, which were still placed there and decorated, and the whole hall was like a sea of flowers, fragrant and charming.

Song Qiyue drove away by himself, flushed his mobile phone and turned it on, and found that there were countless missed calls, but they were all from the same number. These numbers, from last evening, until about the wee hours of the morning, did not end. The car stopped at the traffic light, and she held her phone still, leaning her head back against the back seat, unable to move her fingers, not knowing how to reply.

When I returned to Mo's company, as soon as I entered the department, I found the curious attention of the staff, probably because Mo Zhengyan came to pick her up in person yesterday, Mo was surprised and secretly guessed.

Shao Fei saw her coming, and immediately brought coffee, "Can you not be so high-profile?" ”

Song Qiyue looked at him, Shao Fei was miserable, "You said, how do I answer them?" Just let the one in your family forget it publicly! Anyway, you even have a 100-day banquet for your son! ”

At that time, the banquet was full of wealthy businessmen and celebrities, well-known people in Hong Kong City, and for the ordinary employees of the company, they were not qualified to be invited, even a few high-level people did not come. And the reason why they were able to attend was probably because they had a good personal relationship with Song Qiyue. But now, picking her up openly like this is tantamount to semi-public.

"I know that you are thin-skinned, and I will go and ask Mr. Mo when I turn around." Shao Fei had already judged himself and retreated.

The coffee was at hand, but Song Qiyue had no intention of tasting it.

She sat for a long time with the notebook in her hand, and then turned on the computer, and several more emails came from the mailbox.

----Where are you?

----What happened?

---- Xiaoqi, answer me!

Answer him, but how will she answer him? I don't even know it!

It's hard to sit on this day, and the whole heart can't be quiet on this day, until the evening comes again, and the mailbox sends another email----Xiaoqi, the old place is waiting for you at night!"

"No one came to pick you up after work today, right?" When it was time to get off work again, Shao Fei came to do the handover and asked by the way.

Song Qiyue just said "En", but she didn't get up, Shao Fei spoke again, "You're not leaving?" ”

"There's still a bit of work to be done."

"Then you are busy slowly, I'll go first."

"Go ahead."

The crowd dispersed, the day was over, and the building began to be quiet. It was getting dark, but she had been sitting in this office for a long, long time and had not moved. I don't know how long it took, the security guard came to inspect and found the light, he came to knock on the door, "Manager Song, it's so late, haven't you left yet?" ”

Song Qiyue smiled at him, "I'm leaving." ”

Actually, it's not too late, it's only about ten o'clock, but it's only ten o'clock.

Song Qiyue finally lifted the satchel, she went downstairs, she took the car and drove out of the parking lot. The road sign ahead, she headed all the way to the west of the city.

At the wharf in the west of the city, some lights flashed in the night, and the car drove smoothly to the old place, the place where they met.

Song Qiyue was sitting in the car and saw the car parked there from a distance, with the man in front of the car leaning on it. He didn't smoke, he just looked at the sea, and when he noticed her coming, he looked sideways at her.

Song Qiyue got out of the car, she came out with a notebook, and she walked towards the man.

The man waited for her, the two faced each other, he stared at her in silence, and she spoke, "I'm sorry, I missed the appointment yesterday." ”

"Thought something had happened to you."

"Nope."

"Why don't you reply?" The man asked.

Looking into his eyes, the sound of the waves in his ears was beating so clearly, as if it were beating her heart, as if the ship was about to dock, but it hit the reef again, such a chaotic blow to her heart. After a long time, the man said again, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, Xiao Qi, give me something." ”

He asked for her, standing tall in the sky, Song Qiyue looked at him, her eyes were red, and those eye sockets seemed to have been cut by the cold wind, so they were so red!

"Little Seven!" He snorted.

"I'm sorry." She trembled, but it was an apology.

Only in apology, she bent her knees and knelt down in front of him, "I'm sorry, I can't!" ”

"Are you going to die stupidly! What are you going to do now! ”

In the face of his questioning, the anger was like a shocking wave, she was so sad and helpless, she apologized over and over again, but even she knew that it was too insignificant, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

He stood in front of her, and she whispered, "I want to get out of here, I want to leave." ”

The waves came one after another, and there was no other sound on the dock at night, except for the man and the woman in that side of the world, and the woman kneeling in front of the man.

……

Mo Zhengyan walked for many days, and this summer of July has reached the end of the month, but the midsummer is still the same. It was the third day after Mo Zhengyan left, and the phone from Bona's office called Song Qiyue, and it was Cheng Qingning who called, "Manager Song, the contract has been sent, please sign and implement it." ”

"Received and processed as soon as possible." Song replied.

"By the way, there is another personal matter to tell you, my treatment is over, and Dr. Kent has returned to the United States." Cheng Qingning's words came, "I am very grateful to him, and of course thank you." ”

The words of thanks have already been said once, but at this moment, Song Qiyue is frozen.

"Nothing else, goodbye." She smiled in response, and the call was over. Taishi Demon No.

In fact, Song Qiyue was not surprised by Kent's departure, but he didn't expect that it would be so sudden, and he had already left. Not long after Kent left, Fang Yang contacted her, and talked about Kent in her words, and when she learned that Kent was leaving a few days ago, she planned to invite him to get together again, but she originally thought that she would call Song Qiyue together. But who knows, Kent refused.

"I guess I was in a hurry to go back to run errands, that's why I left in such a hurry." Fang Yang said with a smile.

"Probably." Song Qiyue replied softly.

"We can only meet again next time, when we go to the United States, or he comes to Port City." Fang Yang laughed again.

Since then, the port city has been so empty, so empty, except for Shao Fei, except for her son, there is no one else around her. And another, and one who has never returned, who is still far away.

On the 31st of July, it was the eleventh day of Mo Zhengyan's departure.

It was a very ordinary day, it was a Wednesday, and there was a meeting in the morning, and everything was business as usual, working in a step-by-step manner. A moment ago, Shao Fei was still asking her which meal to order at noon, and Song Qiyue was also thinking about which one to order, when her mobile phone suddenly rang, making her raise her eyebrows and remind, "Fei'er, your phone." ”

Shao Fei glanced at it, but he didn't want to answer, and he even pressed it.

Looking at this, Song Qiyue also guessed whose call it was, she couldn't help but say, "It is said that women love Naqiao, but I think men love Naqiao, I advise you not to regret it, when the day comes, she really ignores you, you can't find a place to cry if you want to!" ”

"You can't find a place to cry!" He immediately dismissed her, and the two sword eyebrows were furrowed together, still ignoring it like this.

Song Qiyue sighed, her voice softer, "Don't reply to her call quickly, don't let her wait." ”

"Got it, women are trouble." Shao Fei was unwilling, but he still turned around and left the office to call back.

But at this moment, I received a call from Bonafang, it was Li Chengyi's confidant Secretary Xie, Secretary Xie said at the other end, "Manager Song, I'm sorry, because there are some problems with the capital accounts of Longyuan Zhonghe Company, so this afternoon's meeting cannot be held as scheduled, Mr. Li specially asked me to inform you." ”

Song Qiyue still wanted to ask, but the other party no longer told the details, only saying that Mr. Li would contact him again and stop like this!

What kind of situation was unknown, until the afternoon, Mo Boyao's secretary arrived, and the other party came to invite her, "Manager Song, Yao always invites you to come over." ”

At this time, Mo Zhengyan was not in the country, and the affairs were handled by Mo Boyao, and Song Qiyue thought that it must be for Bona's affairs. When she came to Mo Baiyao and confronted him, she was surprised by what she learned.

Mo Baiyao said, "Just now the police station contacted the company, there are some problems on Bona's side, you are responsible for the project here at Mo, Manager Song, you go to the police station and make a record of the friendly cooperation with the police, so that you can clarify the situation as soon as possible." ”

"When you get to the police station, you look for Superintendent Wei, go now." Mo Baiyao almost commanded.

Song Qiyue had to go to the police station out of difficulty, and when she found Superintendent Wei, she came to the interrogation room.

Superintendent Wei introduced himself, "I am Superintendent of the Commercial Crime Bureau, my surname is Wei, Miss Song, hello. ”

Commercial Crime Bureau!

"Hello, Superintendent Wei, I want to know what the hell is going on?" Song Qiyue asked blankly.

Superintendent Wei said, "The start-up funds for the project cooperated by Mo's Jiuyuan and Bona Company were washed away, so on this matter, please come to the police station to cooperate with the investigation!" ”

Missing funds? Washed and swept away? How is this possible? How could this be!

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