went on a business trip without making a sound, and didn't say anything about the time and place, which didn't seem like Zuo Chen's style at all.

Song Qingran couldn't see anyone for more than ten days, the phone couldn't get through, the weather gradually became colder, Song Qingran Zuochen couldn't take care of herself alone, and walked downstairs to the company several times, she hesitated for a while and still didn't go up.

After returning home, Song Qingran still couldn't help but call Hezhou.

Zuo Chen's phone was not answered, but Hezhou was able to get through as soon as he called.

He Zhou's tone was not very good, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Song Qingran asked: "The weather is a little cold, do you need me to send some clothes to Zuo Chen?" Where are you traveling? ”

"No, you don't." He Zhou coldly refused.

Song Qingran was a little embarrassed for a while, so many days of unusual and obvious obvious telling her that something had happened, after hesitating for a while, she still asked: "Mr. He, is it something?" ”

As soon as her voice fell, the breathing on the phone suddenly became much faster, and a suppressed roar came, "It's all your fault!" ”

Song Qingran was stunned, and his heart jumped.

"Song Qingran, from your appearance to the present, how much has Brother Chen done for you, if it weren't for you, he would not have been able to rest like yesterday, and would he still come here to make peace with people?!"

He Zhou's suppressed voice made Song Qingran a little breathless, her hand holding the phone tightened, and her throat was a little dry.

There was also Hezhou's heavy panting on the phone.

"I'm sorry......" Song Qingran choked up twice and didn't continue to ask further.

He Zhou seemed to calm down, "If you really want Brother Chen's good, protect yourself in the future, don't do those dangerous things, and don't let him worry." ”

"Okay." She replied in a hoarse voice.

When everything was understood, Song Qingran could no longer blame Zuo Chen for ignoring him.

He did it all for her.

Thinking that Zuo Chen might not have rested well and eaten well for so many days, she felt a little guilty of herself.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingran thought about it carefully, as if Zuo Chen had been protecting himself for so long.

In the end, she is too cowardly and incompetent, and she must make herself strong to be worthy of him.

Zuo Chen still doesn't go home often, and occasionally goes back, but he always goes out early and returns late, and the two seem to have returned to the time when they first lived together.

Each other lives in the mouth of the aunt, Song Qingran sometimes asks the aunt about Zuo Chen's situation, and the aunt will say that the husband seems to have lost weight again, and he left without breakfast.

Song Qingran was a little distressed, and when he came back from school at noon, he made some delicious food and sent it to Zuo Chen, he didn't go to school, but handed over the things to the front desk and asked her to help deliver them.

She won't leave until the front desk comes down again.

At the beginning of November, Zuo Chen disappeared completely, Song Qingran asked her aunt, and the aunt said that Mr. had not been home for many days, and Zuo Chen and He Zhou's mobile phones could not be connected at the same time, she went to the company to find it, and the employees inside said that the president and Assistant He were not there, and they didn't know where they went.

Song Qingran couldn't, she was really worried that she couldn't contact Zuo Chen, so she had to take some time to go back to the Zuo family's old house.

The old grandmother was alone in the study, and after Aunt Zhong opened the door for her, she went upstairs.

"Tuk-tuk—"

"Come in." The old grandmother's voice came through the door.

Song Qingran pushed the door in, just staring at the old grandmother, and she clearly saw that the old grandmother's originally cloudy and dull eyes were suddenly full of light.

"Qingran...... You, why are you here? ”

Her eyes kept looking back, as if she were looking at a familiar figure.

Song Qingran lingered at the door for a while, and said softly: "Grandma, don't look at it, he's not here." ”

The old grandmother's eyes flashed, and in an instant a pool of stagnant water returned.

"Still won't he forgive me?"

Song Qingran heard the old lady's murmur, she walked into the study, the old lady was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a blanket, reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, and she looked a lot older.

Song Qingran squatted down in front of her, the old lady took off her glasses, her eyes flashed slightly, and she asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Qingran opened his mouth and said, "Grandma, Zuo Chen...... It's gone. ”

Song Qingran's eyes drooped, and he clearly saw that the old lady's hands were shaking.

"What do you mean...... It's gone? What's going on? The old grandmother was a little excited, and threw away the blanket on her body.

Song Qingran picked it up for her and put it on her again.

"Grandma, don't get excited, I just want to ask you if you have any news from Zuo Chen."

"I don't have any news! He hasn't paid attention to me for a long time for you, and now you come to tell me that he's gone, how can you calm me down! ”

The old lady stretched out her hand and waved away the blanket she sent, and even Song Qingran was pushed and staggered.

She stood up on the table, and the old lady stood up too, resentment and tears in her eyes.

For some reason, Song Qingran was not afraid of such eyes, but only felt a little self-blame and guilt.

Her eyes were a little sore, as if tears would spurt out in the next second, and she bent down to the old lady, "I'm sorry grandma, it's my fault." But I really can't find Zuo Chen now, if you have any news about him, can you please tell me. ”

Her weak tone made the old lady unable to get angry anymore.

She sat back in her chair trembling and pressed her eyebrows tiredly, "I really don't have any news of Chen'er here, I haven't seen him for a long time......"

The old lady's tone was full of melancholy, and her eyes were full of longing.

Song Qingran was a little disappointed, "I know, grandma, then I'll go first, you have a good rest." ”

"Wait a minute," the old lady called out to her, and Song Qingran turned around at the door of the study, "Qingran, I was a little excited just now, I'm sorry." ”

She knew that the old lady would care about her because of Zuo Chen.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, "It's okay." ”

"Qingran, don't worry too much, Chen'er has always been very sensible when he grows so big, and he has his own reasons for doing things in a measured way. Will you wait for him to come back and tell me a word? ”

"Okay."

Leaving from Zuo's house, Song Qingran knew that no matter what method he used now, he would not be able to find Zuo Chen, so he could only wait.

The municipal jewelry competition is about to start, and Song Qingran goes to the company every day in addition to going to class, and prepares for the competition in Liu Yansong's office.

She watched the works of the municipal jewelry competition for nearly five years, and she was inspired and recorded.

Towards the end of the semester, she has few classes, and because she usually works hard, she doesn't have to scramble for revision before the exam, so she saves a lot of time to come to the company.

The cooperation between the Song family and the Liu family brought a lot of profits to Song Qingran, which made the Song family's capital turn around and become bigger and bigger.

Song Qingran's unique talent in jewelry has made Song the largest in the jewelry industry, and her identity as the female president of Song is also widely known.

However, Song Qingran has always been low-key and doesn't like to show his head, so he asked people to contact major media and newspapers, and he was not allowed to take pictures of the front, and even if he did, he had to make a mosaic.

When she had time, she recruited an assistant, a little girl who had just graduated from a prestigious university, and many old people objected, saying that it was impossible to find an inexperienced little girl to do great things, and she didn't understand a little human sophistication.

But Song Qingran likes this, the little girl who just graduated has not been polluted by this society, she is easy to bring people, after all, she uses people by herself, she looks pleasing to the eye.

The little girl's name is Fang Wei, one year older than Song Qingran, but she has a baby face, she is very small, she knows how to be grateful, and she is also down-to-earth, she just graduated and entered this big company as an assistant, and her heart blossomed.

Song Qingran saw through it at a glance, and she asked with a smile, "Are you so happy?" ”

Fang Wei looked at her with stars in both eyes, "Mr. Song, I thank you so much." ”

"Thank me for what, your ability is no worse than those people, I chose you because I fancy your strength."

"But I still have to thank you," Fang Wei said sincerely, "I have no experience, if there is something that I don't do well, Mr. Song, you just scold, I can bear it!" ”

"Poof," Song Qingran was amused, patted her on the shoulder, and asked, "What do you think of me as a president?" ”

Fang Wei said: "Mr. Song, you are the youngest female president I have ever seen, beautiful and powerful." ”

"But I want to say that I haven't graduated from college yet." Song Qingran talked to her unhurriedly, "This company was left to me by my parents, and I was also the first time to be the president, but you see, as long as I am willing to work hard, I can do a good job, right?" ”

"......" Fang Wei ended his initial surprise and understood what the president meant by this.

Liu Yansong came back at the end of the month, and went to see Song Qingran first, and found that the little apprentice seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and he heard some rumors about Su Yiran, but he didn't know the specifics.

Now seeing that Song Qingran has lost so much weight, he subconsciously asked: "What happened?" ”

"It's okay." Song Qingran shrugged as if nothing had happened, "Master, don't you have to take care of the apprentices?" Ran out for so long to come back. ”

Liu Yansong was really successfully diverted by her, and pointed at her with a smile, "Why didn't Master care about you?" Are the lessons you give every night for nothing? ”

Song Qingran smiled and stuck out his tongue.

The two discussed the contest's work in his office, and before he knew it, the afternoon had passed.

It was already dark, Liu Yansong offered to send her home, Song Qingran shook his head, "I won't go back first, there are still some things in the company, I have to deal with them." ”

Anyway, she will be alone when she goes back, and she has nothing to do when she is idle, so it is better to go to the company to read the documents, at least she can make money.

Liu Yansong also knows the twists and turns that the Song family has experienced recently, from half-dead to today's leader in the jewelry industry, these are all spelled out by Song Qingran alone.

He was relieved and a little distressed at the same time.

It really hurts to have such a young girl struggling alone.

Liu Yansong sent people to the company, and by the way, she wanted to take advantage of the next few days to explain the company's affairs, the competition was about to start, and she needed to retreat for a few days to precipitate herself.

Song Qingran nodded and entered the company building.

After work, the office building is dark, and the occasional flickering green "safe passage" lights in the corridors make people feel a little frightened.

Song Qingran took the elevator to the top floor, and suddenly saw a light coming out of his office.

She paused, who was still in there so late?

She walked over slowly, the office door was hidden, and she saw through the crack in the door that there was a small figure lying on the sofa inside, and the computer on the coffee table was still on, emitting a faint light.

It's Fang Wei.

Song Qingran tiptoed in, only to find that the sofa and table were full of information documents, Fang Wei was probably tired and fell asleep on the sofa.

Song Qingran couldn't cry or laugh, afraid that she would just sleep like this and catch a cold, so she had to wake people up.

"Mr. Song," Fang Wei rubbed his eyes, saw someone coming, and suddenly remembered that he had made a mess of someone's office, and woke up in fright.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll clean up my office right now."

Song Qingran picked up a piece of paper and looked at it, and on it was the development history of the Song family.

She smiled, "It's slow to read the information, why don't you ask me, I'll tell you faster." ”

Fang Wei was quietly doing her homework, she just came, Song Qingran hadn't arranged an office for her, so for convenience, she let her work here first.

Fang Wei blushed, "You are also very busy, how dare I trouble you." ”

Song Qingran just wanted to say "not busy", and then remembered whether she had just said something about letting her retreat, so she had to shut up.