When he was about to return to the project, Lin Qingqing began to get busy again. Although those people outside the office still like to talk about her as a hot topic after dinner, it still doesn't affect her determination to bury herself in work.

In the past few days, in addition to going home and sleeping every day, Lin Qingqing has been forcing himself to study development plans in the office, or hold meetings with people from the resource group, and then discuss later building materials. This high-intensity life made her busy, and then gradually became less uncomfortable.

"Sister Qingqing, this is the final construction plan!" Xiao Li knocked lightly on the false door, and walked into the office with the documents after getting Lin Qingqing's consent.

It was another afternoon, and Lin Qingqing collapsed in his chair. Continuously staring at the computer and processing files made her eyes sore, and her gaze drifted outside through the window, she couldn't help but sigh, it was really late autumn.

Glancing at the papers, she suddenly felt a little tired. After a period of high nervous tension, she will also be exhausted. "Okay, you put it here first, I'll look at it tomorrow." Today she is a little tired and wants to leave work early.

Autumn seems to pass exceptionally quickly, and winter is just around the corner. Somehow, Lin Qingqing became sentimental inexplicably. In the past six months, her life has been like all kinds of bloody plots, all kinds of returns, betrayals, heartbreaks, and sadness. A series of emotional changes made her feel that she was much older in an instant, and she couldn't help but feel sad when she saw this breezy scene.

Sioux City seems to have been much quieter in the past two days, and the cause of sending flowers has come to an abrupt end. It's better this way, except for the partnership, she doesn't want to get herself into too troublesome relationships, she doesn't have the energy to deal with these messy things.

It's been a week since she last became a hot topic, so now everyone's enthusiasm for her has faded. This world is like this, there are always new hot topics that can replace the previous ones, and as time passes, everyone's will become dust in the torrent of years. The dust settled, and there was no reverberation.

Before she could reach the elevator, Fang Min stopped her from behind. "Qingqing!" She was gasping for breath, and she looked like she had just run down.

"What's wrong, Sister Fang Min?" Now it seems that a conditioned reflex has been formed, as soon as he hears Fang Min's voice, Lin Qingqing subconsciously stiffens. It's really not because she is afraid of Fang Min, but because she knows that once Fang Min looks for her, it means that Ou Yuanlan is looking for her.

Fang Min grabbed her, as if he was afraid that she would run away. "Don't leave yet, Mr. Ou has something to do with you." She finally relaxed, gasping for breath incessantly.

She almost didn't catch up with Lin Qingqing just now, and she almost couldn't give them Mr. Ou. Although the relationship between Ou Yuanlan and Lin Qingqing is confirmed, the last time there was such a fuss in the company, everyone was in a fog. In short, about this woman, they must not be offended. And everyone understands in their hearts that Lin Qingqing must not be an idle person for Ou Yuanlan.

Looking at Fang Min's pleading gaze, Lin Qingqing actually wanted to say that she couldn't do it if she didn't go. But this kind of question, even if she doesn't have to ask it, knows the answer. Instead of being dragged up by Fang Min in the end, it is better to walk up now.

Lin Qingqing mourned silently in his heart, and then nodded. "Let's go." She replied, then lifted her hand and pressed the elevator.

It seems that since the last incident passed, Ou Yuanlan has not looked for her much. I haven't been to the forty floors for several days, and now I'm going up, and it feels a little strange.

The people in the office poked their heads out and looked as if they were interested in the drama going on outside. The elevator opened the door with a ding-dong, and Lin Qingqing and Fang Min walked in. Before the elevator door closed, she raised her head and glanced at the melon-eating crowd in the office. Maybe her glance was so sharp that someone actually shrank their head back.

After staying in the position of project manager, Lin Qingqing suddenly realized that only by standing in a high position did she not have to wronged herself. Although her position was given to her by Ou Yuanlan, she also made her own efforts.

The elevator went up one by one, and Lin Qingqing and Fang Min were relatively speechless. In fact, Fang Min had a lot of things she wanted to gossip about, but under the pressure of Ou Yuanlan, she still didn't dare to ask.

Until the elevator door opened, Lin Qingqing didn't want to speak. She didn't know what was going to happen now or even now, all she could do was accept it, struggle again, and accept it again.

As Fang Min walked to the door of the president's office, she patted Lin Qingqing on the shoulder, and then said earnestly: "Qingqing, you can go in by yourself." Come on! Her eyes were full of worry.

In fact, after staying by Ou Yuanlan's side for a long time, Fang Min was already roughly familiar with this man's temperament. This morning, Ou Yuanlan's office was shrouded in a gloom that could not be dispersed, although I don't know why, but she always felt bad.

Lin Qingqing nodded lightly, the relationship between her and Ou Yuanlan has become the tense it is now, and it can't be worse anyway. "Okay, I got it." She replied briefly, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"You're looking for me?" She stood in front of Ou Yuanlan, her eyes looked directly at him, although her tone was unconfident, her eyes were not dodging.

Ou Yuanlan's brows furrowed, and this woman seemed to be more and more presumptuous in front of him. "Talking to the boss in this tone?" He also raised his head and looked directly at Lin Qingqing, a pair of deep eyes that always made people feel that they couldn't see through.

It seems that every time no matter how much psychological preparation Lin Qingqing has made and how much courage she has injected herself in advance, as long as she meets Ou Yuanlan's eyes, her heartbeat will immediately accelerate, and her courage value will plummet. At this time, in the face of Ou Yuanlan's reprimand, she chose to remain silent.

"I told you last time that the wedding is going on this week." Ou Yuanlan glanced at Lin Qingqing coldly and said.

Lin Qingqing was shocked, although she did hear Ou Yuanlan say it last time, but she didn't take it to heart at that time. After all, the two have been married in contract for more than three years, what is the matter with holding a wedding now? "Is this necessary?" She asked, frowning.

Since sooner or later it will end, what is the need to tell the world now? For Lin Qingqing, the more complicated the form, the more troublesome it will be when the time comes to separate, especially for her.

Ou Yuanlan's gaze was cold. "If I think it's necessary, it's necessary." He threw out a sentence coldly. He didn't know that three years had passed, and there was no need for him to hold a wedding now. But it's not necessary now, and it won't be necessary in the future.