After a hidden marriage with the president

To go on a business trip without saying a word, without mentioning the time and place, this is not at all Zuo Chen's style.

Song Qingran couldn't see anyone for more than ten days in a row, and the phone couldn't be reached. The weather gradually turned cold. Song Qingran Zuo Chen couldn't take care of herself alone. She went downstairs to the company several times. She hesitated for a while but still didn't go up.

After returning home, Song Qingran still couldn't hold back and called Hezhou.

Zuo Chen's call was not answered, but Hezhou's call was answered immediately.

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

Song Qingran asked: "The weather is getting cold, do you need me to deliver some clothes to Zuo Chen? Where are you on business trip?"

"No need." He Zhou refused coldly.

Song Qingran was a little embarrassed for a moment, and it was only after so many days that she was told that something had happened. After hesitating for a while, she still asked, "Mr. He, is there something wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the breathing on the phone suddenly became faster, and a suppressed roar came, "It's all your fault!"

Song Qingran was taken aback for a moment, her heart skipped a beat.

"Song Qingran, from the moment you appeared until now, Brother Chen has done so much for you. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be able to rest like this yesterday, and would he still come here to play tricks on others?!"

He Zhou's suppressed voice made Song Qingran a little out of breath, her hand holding the phone was tight, her throat was a little dry.

There was still the sound of He Zhou's heavy breathing on the phone.

"I'm sorry..." Song Qingran choked up twice, and didn't ask any further questions.

He Zhou seemed to have calmed down, "If you are really doing it for Brother Chen's good, then protect yourself in the future, don't do those dangerous things, and don't make him worry."

"Okay." She replied hoarsely.

When she understood everything, Song Qingran could no longer blame Zuo Chen for ignoring her.

He did all this for her.

When she thought that Zuo Chen might not be able to rest or eat well for so many days, she felt a little guilty.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingran thought about it carefully, it seemed that Zuo Chen had been protecting herself for such a long time.

In the final analysis, she was still too cowardly and incompetent, she had to make herself stronger in order to be worthy of him.

Zuo Chen still doesn't go home very often, and when he does go back occasionally, he always leaves early and returns late. The two of them seem to have returned to the time when they first lived together.

Both of them live in the aunt's mouth, 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 left without breakfast.

Song Qingran felt 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 the things to the front desk and asked her to help deliver them.

She will not leave until the front desk comes down again.

At the beginning of November, Zuo Chen disappeared completely. Song Qingran asked the auntie, and the auntie said that the husband hadn’t come home for many days. Zuo Chen’s and Hezhou’s mobile phones couldn’t be reached at the same time. Assistant He He was not there, and they didn't know where they went.

Song Qingran couldn't do it, she was really worried that she couldn't contact Zuo Chen, so she took some time to go back to Zuo's old house.

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

"Tuk-tuk-"

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

Song Qingran pushed the door open and went in, just in time to meet the old grandmother's eyes, she clearly saw the old grandmother's muddy and dull eyes suddenly filled with light.

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

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

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

The old grandmother's eyes flickered, and the pool of stagnant water was restored in an instant.

"Is he still refusing to 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 windows wrapped in a blanket, with reading glasses pinned to the bridge of her nose, she looked much older again.

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

　 Song Qingran opened his mouth and said, "Grandma, Zuo Chen... is gone."

Song Qingran's eyes were lowered, and he could clearly see the old lady's shaking hands.

"What do you mean... disappeared? What's going on?" The old grandmother was a little agitated, and lost the blanket on her body.

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

　"Grandma, don't get excited, I'm here to ask if you have any news about Zuo Chen."

　"I don't have any news! He hasn't talked to me for a long time because of you. Now you come to tell me that he is gone. How can you calm me down!"

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

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

For some reason, Song Qingran was not afraid of such eyes, but felt guilty and guilty.

Her eyes were sore, as if tears would burst out in the next second, she bent over to the old lady, "I'm sorry grandma, it's my fault. But I really can't find Zuo Chen now, if you have If he has any news, can you please tell me."

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

She sat back on the chair tremblingly, pressed the center of her brow wearily, "I really don't have any news about 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 miss.

Song Qingran was a little disappointed, "I see, grandma, then I'll be leaving first, you should rest well."

"Wait a minute," the old lady stopped her, Song Qingran turned her head at the door of the study, "Qingran, I was a little excited just now, sorry."

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

She pulled the corner of her mouth, "It's okay."

"Qing Ran, don't worry too much. Chen'er has always been very sensible since he grew up. He has his own reasons for doing things properly. Can you tell me when he comes back?"

　 "it is good."

Leaving from Zuo's house, Song Qingran knew that no matter what method he used now, he couldn't find Zuo Chen, so he could only wait.

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

She watched the works of the city-level jewelry competition for the past five years, and recorded them when she was inspired. If she was not inspired, she just sat and looked at the works, and her life passed quickly.

As the end of the term is approaching, she has few classes. Because she usually works hard, she doesn't have to cram to review 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 Song Qingran a lot of profits, which made the Song family's funds turn around and grow bigger and bigger.

Song Qingran's unique talent in jewelry has made the Song family gradually become the largest in city A in the jewelry industry, and her status as the female president of the Song family is also widely known.

However, Song Qingran had always kept a low profile and didn't like to show his face, so he asked people to contact the major media and newspapers, and they were not allowed to take photos of the front, and even if they did, they had to make a mosaic.

When she had time, she recruited an assistant, a young girl who had just graduated from a famous university. Many old people objected, saying that finding an inexperienced young girl would not be a big deal, and she didn't know a little bit about the world.

But Song Qingran likes this kind of thing. The little girl who just graduated has not been polluted by this society.

The little girl's name is Fang Wei. She is one year older than Song Qingran, but she has a baby face and looks very small. She knows how to be grateful and is down-to-earth. She joined this big company as an assistant just after graduation, and she was very happy. She just graduated, she has too little experience, and her emotions and anger are all displayed on her face.

Song Qingran saw through it at a glance, she smiled and asked: "Are you so happy?"　
Fang Wei looked at her with starry eyes, "President Song, thank you so much."　
"Thank me for nothing. Your ability is not inferior to those people. I chose you because of your strength."

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

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

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

"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 it's my first time to be the president, but you see, as long as I'm willing to work hard , the same can be done well, can't it?"

"..." Fang Wei ended her initial surprise and understood what the CEO said.

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. He heard some rumors about Su Yiran, but he didn't know the details.

Seeing that Song Qingran had lost so much weight now, he subconsciously asked, "What happened?"

"It's okay." Song Qingran shrugged pretending to be nonchalant, "Master, don't you care if you accept your apprentice? It took so long to come back after running away."

As expected, Liu Yansong was successfully diverted from the subject, and pointed at her with a smile, "Why doesn't Master care about you? Are the lessons you teach every night for nothing?"

Song Qingran stuck out her tongue with a smile.

The two discussed the competition works in his office, and the afternoon passed without knowing it.

It was already dark, Liu Yansong proposed to take her home, Song Qingran shook his head, "I won't go back yet, the company still has some matters, I have to deal with them."

Anyway, she will be alone when she goes back, and she has nothing to do when she is free, so she might as well go to the company to read the documents, at least she can make money.

Liu Yansong also knew about the ups and downs that the Song family had experienced recently, from half-dead to the current leader in the jewelry industry, all of which were spelled out by Song Qingran alone.

While feeling relieved, he was also a little distressed.

It really hurts that such a young girl struggles alone.

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

Song Qingran nodded and entered the company building.

During off-duty hours, the office building is dark, and the occasional flashing green "safe passage" lights in the corridors also make people feel a little scary.

Song Qingran took the elevator to the top floor, and suddenly saw lights coming from his office.

She paused, who is still inside so late?

She walked over slowly, the door of the office was ajar, she saw a small figure lying on the sofa through the crack of the door, and the computer on the coffee table was still turned on, emitting a faint light.

It's Fang Wei.

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

Song Qingran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she was afraid that she would catch a cold if she slept like this, so she had to wake her up.

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

"I'm sorry, I'm going to clean up the office right now."

Song Qingran casually picked up a piece of paper to read, 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 homework. She had just arrived, and Song Qingran hadn't arranged an office for her yet, so for convenience, she let her work here first.

Fang Wei blushed a bit, "You are also very busy, how dare I bother you."

Song Qingran was about to say "I'm not busy", but then remembered whether she was asked to go into seclusion just now, so she shut up.