Yang arrived early in the morning and bought some fried dough sticks on the way, also bringing a basket for Meng Xi. When he arrived at the guest room department, he heard from other colleagues that Meng Xi was taking a leave of absence.

  She thought of Meng Xi's diarrhea before getting off work yesterday and immediately called to ask about it.

  Meng Xi's voice was very low and there were many background noises in the microphone, making it hard to hear clearly.

  "I'll go to the hotel this afternoon, we can talk when I arrive."

  Yang brushed off the dawn and told her not to catch a cold before hanging up the phone.

  "Yang Wu Xiao, 29th floor, looking for you!"

  A colleague outside called out, Yang Xiao responded with a sound, locked his mobile phone in the drawer, got up and went out of the guest room department.

  As soon as Yang Zhenxiao walked out of the door, the people in the guest room department began to discuss it one after another.

  "Is this guy sneaking up on our gold master or something? There's been someone looking for him upstairs these past two days."

  "Who knows, those two interns are even more mysterious than us regulars."

  Yang Fuxiao was quite calm this time, after all, the gift box yesterday was handed over by her, and it's not unreasonable for Gu Qingcheng to find her.

  At the office door, Fang Shu opened the door for Yang Muxiao and said, "General Manager Gu has asked you to go in directly."

  Yang Mu Xiao rushed towards Fang Shu and smiled as he stepped inside.

  Before she came up, she had adjusted her mood, so she pushed the door and entered. Seeing the person behind the office desk, she looked at his dark eyes and said calmly: "Mr. Gu, the gift box I left at the front desk this morning, my sister asked me to return it to you, did you receive it?"

  Gu Qingcheng looked at the delicate face with light makeup in front of him and tapped his index finger on the table, "Received."

  Yang Mo Xiao smiled slightly and waited for Gu Qing Cheng's next words.

  Next to the computer was a meal tray, containing three sandwiches, milk and fruit salad, which should be Gu Qingcheng's uneaten breakfast. On the right hand side was a stack of documents, Yang Xiaoxiao knew it involved MSC Group's internal secrets, but still couldn't help taking a peek.

  It turned out to be Yang's investment plan book.

  Yang's project is actually not worth much money, it may make a profit in the later stage, but Yang knows clearly that he just wants to borrow funds to fill the financial gap.

  "The form you submitted yesterday had two incorrect data, I've already asked Secretary Fang to correct it," Gu Qingcheng pulled out a document from the bottom of the file, "Give it to Manager Zhou."

  "Yes."

  Gu Qingcheng's phone on the edge of the table rang. He picked up the phone, answered it, and got up from his chair, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window with the phone in hand.

  Yang Fuxiao stood still in front of the office desk, gazing at the natural light projected from the floor-to-ceiling window onto the person in front of the window, casting a deep shadow on the ground.

  Gu Qingcheng's words were all "uh-huh", "okay", "I know" and the like, which was fine for work and private life, but the office was very quiet, and Yang Duoxiao was still very sensitive to hear that the other end of the phone call was a woman.

  "I'll pick you up tonight and take you to the hospital..."

  "I'll have the secretary arrange for a fruit basket and flowers..."

  Yang Mu Xiao listened to Gu Qing Cheng's tone and inexplicably felt a sour nose, thinking of Xu Mu Huang.

  Xu Muhuang would occasionally use an extremely gentle tone to speak with her, while at other times he would only respond with a single word "en" "yes" "good", clearly just perfunctorily. When he was annoyed by her chatter, he would press her against the wall and kiss her randomly, then look into her autumn water eyes, stretch out his finger to poke her red face, "Anything else you want to say?" Yang Fuxiao shook her head like a rattle drum, Xu Muhuang's fingers rubbed against her lip corners twice, a smile with a hint of evil: "Good girl."

  At that time, Xu Muhuang's every word could easily pierce Yang Fugao's heart.

  Now, thinking back to the scene of that year, Xu Muhuang can still pierce her heart, just one sentence of memory, and it's enough to make her collapse.

  When Yang Mo struggled out of her memories, Gu Qingcheng in front of her had already finished the call and was staring at her intently. She almost didn't jump out of her memories, luckily, the secretary's "Director Gu" behind her intercepted the two words "Mu Hang" that were already on the tip of her tongue.

  Fang Shu stood at the door, "Director Gu, Mr. Yu has arrived, he's in the reception room."

  "I'll be right there," Gu Qingcheng stood up and turned to Yang Fu Xiao, "You can go."

  Yang Mu Xiao uttered an "oh" and walked to the elevator entrance, turning her head to glance at Gu Qing Cheng who had walked to a conference room on one side. She thought to herself, wasn't he supposed to come up and talk about the three million yuan necklace? Hadn't he had time to say it or had he forgotten, or was it that he never planned on saying it in the first place?

  The elevator opened in front of her, Yang Fuxiao walked into the elevator and pressed the floor number, casually flipping through the report that Gu Qingcheng had handed over to her.

  The numbers in front are roughly the same, and when I flipped to the last page, there was Gu Qingcheng's signature.

  The handwriting is still familiar, but the signature seems a bit strange.

  A bolt of lightning flashed through Yang's mind at dawn.

  She knew why she felt familiar with the handwriting!

  Next floor elevator, Yang Fuxiao directly pressed the elevator's open door key, rushed out of the elevator and ran up to the safe passage on one side.