"Mr. Qiao, there is a call from Europe."

In the president's office, Qiao Wenhan was immersed in checking the financial report of the new quarter, and made an exclusive interview with a well-known domestic financial reporter to have a dialogue on the current development of Jinqiao Group. Qiao Wenhan attaches great importance to it, and in the past, due to his playboy style, he received excessive attention from gossip magazines, so he did not like to be in the media.

But now it's different, and he needs to use the media to fight a good PR battle.

And the well-known financial reporter had just finished interviewing dignitaries in Davos, and Qiao Wenhan naturally thought that it was that person calling.

Without saying a word, he let the secretary cut into the inner line.

"Hey, I'm Qiao Wenhan."

Magnetic voice, but the tone is serious.

For a long time, no one spoke, and only a faint breath was heard. Qiao Wenhan thought that the signal was not good and almost hung up.

"Wenhan ......"

A gentle woman's voice, not loud, but very clear.

Qiao Wenhan had already realized that it was not the financial reporter who called, because the person would not call him "Wenhan", and more importantly, the reporter was a man in his thirties.

This kind of harassing phone call is not unreceived, and his contract lovers in the past have also re-contacted him through various methods, and even did not hesitate to call from abroad, pretending to be customers.

Qiao Wenhan was no stranger to such a technique, but he did not hang up the phone directly, but continued to listen.

I don't know what curiosity is at work, Qiao Wenhan suddenly felt that the voice was full of magic.

Too familiar, too unfamiliar.

"Hello, I'm Qiao Wenhan, may I ask ...... you?"

Qiao Wenhan was still communicating with the other party in a polite but indifferent tone, and he didn't want the person to whimper quietly after listening to a few words.

Qiao Wenhan was confused, most of his previous women would be eager to talk to him, even if they pretended to be customers, they wanted to chat with him more. The woman didn't say anything, but cried on the other end of the phone.

"I don't know who you are, if it's nothing important, I'll hang up."

As he spoke, he took down the phone and was about to hang up.

A terrible shout suddenly came from the other end of the phone, and even though it was far away, it still felt harsh.

"No!!! No!!!! ”

Qiao Wenhan simply put the phone on the table, and the woman successfully attracted his attention. It's not because of feminine charm, listening to this voice, the woman's age should not be young, and she is not within Qiao Wenhan's hunting range at all. And An Xiaoxi's face appeared all the time, reminding him that he would die a miserable death if he cheated.

"Don't hang up, I'll say slowly......"

The woman's voice became soft and soft again.

Qiao Wenhan grabbed the earpiece again, didn't say anything, looked at the watch in his hand, and planned to give the woman another three minutes.

"I heard that your grandfather is sick, you must have a hard time...... I also heard that you always can't sleep, and it rains...... It's easy to sleepwalk on rainy days...... Is it better now...... That sleeping blanket is at Su's house, and when you can't sleep, you ...... It should be taken back and kept with you...... That's when you were a kid, you used it...... It's soothing......"

The woman's voice was choppy, as if every word was hesitant, and it seemed that every word had been drafted hundreds of times in her mind, and she knew how to say it.

Qiao Wenhan sat in place in shock, his eyes were empty.

My mind drifted back to that rainy night that year.

The taxi picked up his mother, and he watched her leave on the windowsill on the second floor, and the night when he didn't say "goodbye" was thunderstorm and heartbroken.

"Wen Han, are you still listening?"

The woman said a lot in fits and starts, long past the three-minute time limit. Qiao Wenhan neither replied nor hung up, but his eyes were red unpresentably. A wave of heartache poured in, hitting his heart and brain, and he was about to go into shock.

"Hmm."

Reluctantly made a voice to reassure the woman that Qiao Wenhan was still listening.

But after the woman had finished what she wanted to say, she fell into a silent silence with nothing to say. The phone did not hang up, and the two people listened to each other's breathing through the radio waves.

"I'm sorry for you."

How many years have passed, Qiao Wenhan has hated, cried, masochisted, and indulged, and he just wants to wait for this "I'm sorry". But when I really heard this, I didn't feel anything, neither relieved, nor more angry, unexpectedly calm.

"Shall I come back to see you? If you agree. ”

The woman's voice was a little aggrieved, but Qiao Wenhan still didn't say anything. There was another long silence.

"Mom."

Qiao Wenhan tentatively squeezed out the word, and his tears burst suddenly.

He thought he wouldn't cry, he thought he was an adult, he thought he was in charge of the Jinqiao Group, he thought he was invulnerable.

But he is still a poor worm who was abandoned by his mother in childhood.

This title is enough to become a bombshell and blow Qiao Wenhan's feelings to pieces.

Compared with Qiao Wenhan's silent tears here, his mother over there couldn't cry anymore.

Since he loves his son so much, why did he leave in the first place, and since he was so reluctant, why did he not contact him for many years, so that Qiao Wenhan grew up in loneliness and loneliness. Qiao Wenhan is not a narrow-minded person, but he has never been able to tolerate such a mother with a tolerant heart.

"I saw your photo, then I saw your business card, I cried for a long time that day, I wasn't deliberately avoiding you, I was ......"

In the middle of speaking, Qiao Wenhan's mother's side suddenly lost the signal.

When Qiao Wenhan dialed it again, it was no longer possible to connect.

Such a one-way connection is even more sad than losing contact, and it is full of a deep sense of powerlessness.

Qiao Wenhan tilted his head and wiped the corners of his eyes with a square towel. Turning to face the floor-to-ceiling windows, he didn't want the passing employees to see that he was not strong.

The road is full of traffic, a lot of snow melts, and there is a dilapidated remnant of snow everywhere, even in the high-end CBD business district. Qiao Wenhan's mood at this time was like remnant snow, in tatters.

Explain to the secretary, and when you receive a call from that person, you must notify him as soon as possible, no matter what he is doing at the time, you can interrupt it.

When I was nearly thirty years old, I heard my mother's voice again and had mixed feelings.

Qiao Wenhan rubbed his temples, and a large bag was nervously puffed up on both sides, and it was extremely sore to press it, and the psychological exhaustion was more tiring than the physical exhaustion.

……

"Excuse me, are you An Xiaoxi?"

There were very few people in the fruit shop, only a few sporadic customers in the nearby community, An Xiaoxi asked the clerk to help her cut melons, and she didn't notice that there was a person standing next to her.

Hearing someone suddenly call her name, she instinctively clutched her chest. "I'm scared to death."

"I'm sorry to scare you."

She is a very elegant and polite woman, wearing a light gray dress, elegant and high-end, with a long black trench coat and a string of pearl necklaces, I don't know which rich lady it is. An Xiaoxi is always reluctant to get angry when she sees beautiful people, which is why she repeatedly let Qiao Wenhan go.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm An Xiaoxi."

An Xiaoxi took the melon given by the clerk and couldn't help but taste it first.

When the woman saw it, the corners of her mouth turned up, with a little smile.

"I don't know when Miss An will be free, I want to ask you out to talk."

An Xiaoxi almost choked on the melon.

is not related to this woman, and the first time they meet, they have to have a deep talk, this kind of god unfolds, except for Qiao Wenhan's family, I have not met it in other places.

Thinking of the previous experience of being forcibly dragged away by Qiao Youyi, An Xiaoxi was still afraid.

"I'm free today, but I don't know you're ...... yet"

Seeing An Xiaoxi's doubts, the woman didn't hide it.

"I'm Wen Han's mother, and I want to talk to you."

The words "Wenhan's mother" are like four atomic bombs, An Xiaoxi was blown up so that his brain died, and he could hardly think.

"You're really...... Qiao Wenhan's ...... Mother? ”

An Xiaoxi couldn't help but ask again, even though she knew that it was rude to do so.

"Yes, I just came back too, and I haven't seen him yet, so I want to come and see you first."

When An Xiaoxi heard this, she saw the shadow reflected on the glass window cabinet.

An Xiaoxi, who didn't put on makeup, didn't comb her hair, wore a tracksuit and a down jacket, and still had snow boots on her feet, and even, when she got up today, she only brushed her teeth, and she didn't have time to wash her face. In such a situation, I met my boyfriend's mother.

It's not too exciting!

"Auntie, can I go back and change my clothes, if you don't dislike it, wait for me in the café next to me for a while, soon, about twenty minutes!"

An Xiaoxi swore by it, and the little girl's heart was immediately seen through.

Qiao Wenhan's mother nodded, and An Xiaoxi carried a box of melons and rushed upstairs.

Wash your face, wash your bangs, put on makeup, change your clothes.

I didn't dare to delay for a minute, and twenty minutes later, I appeared in the café downstairs on time.

Compared with the grizzled appearance just now, it is a lot more delicate and elegant, and now it looks like Qiao Wenhan's mother is from the same world.

"I heard that you and Wen Han have been together for a year."

An Xiaoxi muttered in her heart, the Qiao family's intelligence network is really not built, Qiao's mother has not contacted Qiao Wenhan for so many years, and she knows everything about him.

"Well, almost a year."

An Xiaoxi called the waiter and ordered a cup of iced American, and Qiao's mother didn't drink coffee herself, so she ordered a cup of rose hot tea.

"A year is not a short time, I came back this time, mainly to ask you what you mean."

An Xiaoxi only took a small sip and pricked up his ears to listen.

"When are you going to get married?"

Qiao's mother said it very seriously, not like a joke at all.

In fact, in the process of changing clothes and waiting for the elevator, An Xiaoxi had already made up N pictures in his brain. For example, Qiao Wenhan's mother took out a card and asked her how much money she was willing to leave her son, and chatted about conflicts, and Qiao Ma splashed a glass of water on her face.

Idol dramas are really harmful, and her mind is full of these scenes.

So when Qiao Wenhan's mother said that she was getting married, An Xiaoxi was really scared and almost choked on her own ice American.

"You mean, I, and, Qiao Wenhan, get married?"

An Xiaoxi repeated suspiciously, she felt that she was playing the role of a hearing-impaired person, and she had to repeat everything to understand.

Qiao's mother smiled faintly.

"Yes, you two get married."