When Meng Zijin wanted to withdraw the message, he had already exceeded the time limit, looked at the screen for a while, and did not wait for Song Yunshen's message to reply, then turned off the mobile phone again, found a quiet place, and looked up at the vast western mountain.

In the high-rise of the Fangting Garden, Song Yunshen, who had just finished the meeting, leaned on the back of the chair to rest, Guo Jiamu rotated the swivel chair left and right, and the whole conference room was surprisingly quiet.

One had a deep face, and the other couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"You say, why has Zheng Hehe been so good to me in the past two days." Guo Jiamu stretched out his legs and kicked back, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart.

Song Yunshen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't mean to pay attention to him.

"I must have been conquered by my charm." Guo Jiamu muttered to himself, crossed his arms and looked at Song Yunshen with concern, "You and Mencius haven't finished arguing yet?" ”

Their methods of doing investment banking are fast and ruthless, but in the past few days, Song Yunshen has obviously eaten gunpowder, not to mention the company's subordinates, even his partners can feel his anger.

The only one who can provoke Song Yun is Mencius.

Only Mencius had that courage and ability.

Song Yunshen opened his eyes at this time, and gave him a slap in the face.

"Fang Ting has earned enough, and your thirtieth birthday is not far from you, fight for some anger, brother, it is important to marry a daughter-in-law." Guo Jiamu also chatted with him when he was in a good mood.

In the past few days, I have been working overtime for several days for a merger and acquisition case, and I can't stand such a toss even if I am an iron man.

Seeing that Song Yunshen ignored people, Guo Jiamu had no choice but to talk about other topics: "Are you still working overtime tonight?" ”

Song Yun glanced at him deeply, and his voice was low: "No." ”

Guo Jiamu was very satisfied with this answer, and said happily: "Nacheng, go and pick up my sister tonight to sit in your house." ”

"You really make my house your home?" Song Yunshen sat up straight, raised his hand and loosened his tie, the tiredness on his face was obvious.

"My dad didn't look for me tightly, hide with you for a few days, and I'll move out when the house is almost renovated." Speaking of this, Guo Jiamu raised his eyebrows and teased, "By the way, if you live under the same roof with Mencius, you won't have some ambiguity?" ”

Song Yun paused slightly, slowly shifting his gaze to his face.

"It seems that the position of vice president is too little."

"Don't, I won't ask, you sit slowly, I'll go, go pick up my sister from work." Guo Jiamu stood up in a dashing manner, turned around and walked out of the conference room humming a little tune.

"Disgusting." Song Yunshen used this word to evaluate a person for the first time.

Guo Jiamu, who was sharp-eared, specially turned back and said after hearing this: "At least I have someone who cares." ”

Indeed, in the past few days of overtime, Guo Jiamu can always receive supper made by Zheng Youhe himself, and Song Yunshen is also jealous for the first time.

After that incident, the chat messages between him and Meng Zijin decreased day by day, although they talked about it, but it happened to be a merger and acquisition, and the two of them inexplicably became distant.

Sighing helplessly, Song Yun pondered how to coax people, so he reached out to pick up his mobile phone and unexpectedly saw the sentence from Mencius that it was love at first sight.

He couldn't think so much, so he clicked on the voice call.

Dozens of seconds later, no one answered, Song Yunshen subconsciously clicked into the contact, but his fingertips slammed, and his nervous heart sank.

He didn't have Mencius's phone.

I have always relied on WeChat to contact, and I have never been able to contact him, so I missed the other party's phone number.

So after some twists and turns, he still obtained Mencius's phone number from Secretary Chen's file.

After dialing it, it prompted to turn off the phone, Song Yunshen frowned, and after a few seconds of silence, he dialed Guo Jiamu's number instead: "Ask Zheng Hehe next to you, where did Meng Zijin go." ”

"You're old and your brain isn't good? I was out of the conference room for less than ten minutes, when I flew over to pick up someone! Guo Jiamu was driving the car, seeing that the weather was not right, so he raised his speed, "Wait, I will receive someone in ten minutes, and I will help you ask when the time comes." ”

He has been busy these days, and no one cares about Song Yunshen, whether it is bleak or not, he is regarded as an elder, and he is willing to help inquire.

"Give me her phone." Song Yunshen had already arrived at the underground garage and was about to go back to the apartment to find someone.

Don't say ten minutes, he doesn't want to wait a minute.

"Who's?" Guo Jiamu asked knowingly, "Hey, hey, hey?" Can you hear me? Damn the signal is not good. ”

"Beep-" The call was hung up.

Song Yunshen scolded secretly and stepped on the accelerator directly.

"Tsk, it's still my wit." Guo Jiamu breathed a sigh of relief and continued to drive towards the art training center where Zheng Hehe was located.

Zheng Youhe didn't say a lot of good things about Song Yunshen when he was with him, if she received a call from Song Yunshen, she was afraid that she would be able to boast for a month.

For everyone's good, this call is given early and late, anyway, not now.

Song Yunshen went back to the apartment, but he was empty, so he contacted An Ku, who said on the phone that Meng Zijin was on leave today, and the specific reason was unknown.

Song Yun was so anxious that he pinched his eyebrows in place, so he had to contact Secretary Chen, who had already gotten off the morning shift: "Check the information of Mencius Zijin's itinerary today." ”

Secretary Chen was stuck in a traffic jam on the way home, stunned for a few seconds, and changed lanes while getting down: "Okay." ”

The world is big, the president is the largest, the president is above, and the president's wife is the largest.

The rain became louder, and Song Yunshen didn't even know when it would start raining, so he hurriedly waited for news in the house and made voice calls to Meng Zijin over and over again.

The message was not received, and the voice call went unanswered.

After Guo Jiamu received Zheng Hehe's inquiry about Meng Zijin, he sent the phone to Song Yunshen, and Song Yunshen called as soon as possible, but the prompt tone was turned off.

Irritability and restlessness dominated the whole body, and Song Yun twisted his eyebrows deeply, refraining himself from calming down and waiting for Secretary Chen's news.

On the coffee table was the set of rose gold tea sets he gave to Mencius, the teapot was filled with tea, Song Yunshen poured half a cup into the teacup, picked it up and sniffed it, and hesitated to put it in his mouth.

The color and taste of the tea is undoubtedly fresh, proving that this pot of tea is freshly brewed in the morning.

Song Yunshen suddenly blamed himself, regretted going out early and returning late, and didn't greet her in front of her.

Staring at the message she sent on his phone, he suddenly didn't want to hide it, and wanted to tell her now that he had coveted her for a long time.

So, he replied with a word under the message.

[S]: Yes.

It's love at first sight, it's goodbye.

The rain was heavier again, and it was not easy for Secretary Chen to find out where Meng Zijin was, and after sending an address to Song Yunshen, he couldn't help but worry and reminded that it was raining now.

It was raining heavily, and Mencius was climbing the West Mountain.

There is a mountain in the west of the city, called West Mountain, which is so high that it takes at least five hours to reach the top of the mountain on foot.

Song Yun stood up with a deep sigh, and after going downstairs, he drove the car in the direction of Xishan.

The climb and descent of the mountain added up to at least eleven hours, and when he went to work at eight o'clock this morning, Mencius had not even gotten up, so it was conceivable that the time of departure was not very early, and the rain was so fierce at this time, and the mountains were steep, and no one knew what would happen.

He only knew that Mencius was trapped in the West Mountain, maybe on the top of the mountain, maybe on the mountainside, he imagined all the possibilities, and finally only hoped that Mencius could find a place to hide from the rain.

But in the West Mountain, how can there be a place to hide from the rain?

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When it rains, Mencius still stands on the top of the mountain to pick up the scenery, and many people here are waiting for that round of sunset, but unfortunately it ends in wind and rain.

Many people did not have umbrellas and hurried down the mountain.

Mencius opened his mouth, trying to remind them to be careful of slippery roads, but the words did not come out of his mouth.

Presumably no one listened.

The rain fell suddenly, without warning, just like Song Yunshen's love for her, it was also without warning, and it was difficult to guess.

What a hateful man, who inexplicably occupies her heart.

Meng Zijin admitted at this moment that he had at least a little liking for Song Yunshen.

The camera hanging around her neck is her most important thing, and when she goes out with it, Mencius must bring a protective cover and an umbrella to prevent falls and rain.

Fortunately, the wind is not strong, although the rain is fierce, but the west mountain is lined with a unique style.

Mencius was wearing a mountaineering sportswear, his shoes and trouser legs were half wet, and he held an umbrella in his left hand, standing at the highest place to take pictures of the rain scene in the West Mountain at this time.

I didn't see the sunset, but I saw a smoky fairyland.

The rain in the mountains seems to have a purifying washing effect, and Mencius stands on a high place with a custom-made rose gold umbrella, his eyes slightly closed, feeling the romance of the rain.

What she didn't know was that she was not the only one with an umbrella at the top of the mountain.

Some people shoot scenes, and some people shoot people.

She thinks that the beauty of the world is the scenery in the mountains, and some people think that the beauty of the world is the person who is taking pictures of the scenery.

The moment the rain stopped, the scenery in the mountains was all new, Mencius was so shocked that he was anxious to capture the picture, but he forgot that the earth was easy to slip after being washed by the heavy rain, and he stepped on fine stones, and his feet stumbled, and the whole person fell straight to the ground.

She subconsciously wanted to protect the camera hanging around her neck, but without the protection of her hands, she knocked down and faced down, her chin and left side of her face were burning pain, and the position of her buttocks and hips was also faintly painful.

Someone saw her throw her umbrella and ran over to help her up, and she thanked her while fiddling with her camera and tucking it back into her protective case.

"I have to say that your equipment is indeed more important than this face." The person who helped her up was probably a colleague, who also had a camera on him.

Meng Zijin endured the pain and squeezed out a smile with difficulty: "Your waterproof protective cover doesn't look cheap. ”

The man laughed, helped her to a flatter place, and then turned back and put away the umbrella on the ground: "Second-hand, it's too good to buy, by the way, my name is Yao Zhong, get to know me?" ”

After making sure that the camera was okay, Mencius carefully put it back in his bag before looking up at him: "Mencius." ”

The pain on her face became more and more obvious, she had no intention of shooting, moved her legs, and made sure that there was no other place to hand and smiled at Yao Zhong: "Thank you, I have something to do and go first." ”

She must be embarrassed right now.

If you want to make friends like this, it will be miserable.

However, Yao Zhong had no intention of giving up, and followed her in a few steps: "It will take a few hours to go down the mountain, and it will be dark by then, so I will accompany you, and I should make friends in the mountains." ”

Mencius thought it was quite interesting.

After all, I didn't make friends in the mountains.

I've never made friends so embarrassed.