she fell from the galaxy

clubhouse entrance
Yan Qing's car was waiting early, and when he saw Mo Sihan coming out, he hurriedly got out of the car to help him.

Mo Sihan is addicted to cigarettes, but not to alcohol, and his drinking capacity can only be considered average at best.

Having been with the boss for so many years, Yan Qing rarely sees him drunk.

But recently, the frequency of Mo Sihan getting drunk is a bit high.

Anyone who drinks alcohol has experienced drunkenness, and the whole person is light and light, as if stepping on a cloud.

It's as if any depressive things, any sad things, can slowly drift away with drunkenness.

Either way, a short indulgence is also a temporary relief.

Otherwise, even Yan Qing, an old man who has been with Mo Sihan for many years, also feels that the nearest boss is a bit difficult to serve for some reason.

He is still like this, let alone others.

On the way back, the car went up along the road around the mountain. The environment was quiet and the night view was charming.

The car was very quiet, Mo Sihan seemed to be asleep, there was no sound at all.

Yan Qing worriedly looked at the rearview mirror several times until she judged that Mo Sihan had really fallen asleep.

When they arrived at the villa, Yan Qing and several servants worked together to carry Mo Sihan upstairs, and heard him still shouting Zhu Wuyou's name along the way.

The servant asked Yan Qing, "Is there still no news about Young Mistress?"

Yan Qing shook her head: "..."

"Hey!"

A home without women, a man without women, everything seems to have changed.

……

The next morning, at exactly [-]:[-], before the alarm clock rang, Mo Sihan opened his eyes.

His biological clock has always been on time, for decades.

The throbbing of the neurons on the sides of his head reminded him that he was drunk again last night.

Mo Sihan's mind went blank for a short while, then he lifted the quilt and went into the cloakroom to change.

Whether it's a hangover or crying, the sun always rises after a night.

In front of the mirror in the cloakroom, Mo Sihan put on a suit and a black woolen overcoat, looking like a successful person.

It's the winter season, and this formal style of dressing is very suitable for Mo Sihan.

While tying the tie, Mo Sihan's mind suddenly flashed the image of Zhu Wuyou helping him tie the tie.

"Zhu Wuyou, do you know how to wear a tie?"

The man's tone was a little impatient.

After a while of confusion, the woman told the truth: "No."

The man looked at her with disgust, full of sarcasm: "You can't even tie a tie, so what can you do?"

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, and stammered, "I... have only ever worn a red scarf."

"Ok?"

Mo Sihan once thought he heard it wrong, but when he saw the woman's cheeks flushed, he teased her with great interest, "What? Say it again?"

"I mean...what's the use of wearing a tie in winter? It's not warm, why not wear a scarf."

"Are you going to give me a scarf? Could it be that this is your Christmas present?" Mo Sihan said arrogantly, "It's not good to spoil things in advance. A gift without a surprise is not considered a gift."

"..."

Seeing her silence, the corner of the man's mouth raised a beautiful arc: "Then I will wait and see."

He has said everything, what else can she say?
The next day, Zhu Wuyou dug out a hand-woven men's scarf from the bottom of the press box and gave it to Mo Sihan.

There was a trace of doubt in Mo Sihan's eyes, and he said leisurely: "The scarf was woven in a day? Super fast?"

"Not really." Zhu Wuyou was a little shy, a little hard to say.

Mo Sihan looked her up and down with scrutiny, and joked, "I didn't think you had time to knit a scarf last night."

That's right, lingering all night, where's the time to weave scarves?

Zhu Wuyou explained to him in a low voice: "This is actually a scarf I knitted before."

"Weaved it before?" Mo Sihan's complexion changed, and he spoke with a strange tone, "Zhu Wuyou, you really know how to use resources rationally. Could it be that you gave me the scarf that was rejected by other men? right?"

"Forget it, don't forget it."

Mo Sihan stuck it up from behind, wrapped his arms around her small waist, and whispered in a low voice: "Zhu Wuyou, how many men have you ever liked before?"

How many can there be?Isn't it just you.

The man's breath blew on the back of her neck, making her ears red: "I don't know."

"You are so insatiable!"

What he meant was that since she was born, she could only have a crush on him, and any one else would be guilty.

The man's magnetic and seductive voice rang in her ears, and Mo Sihan pushed her onto the big bed and leaned over to press her.

Ambiguity grows wildly, and the tenderness in the room suddenly rises.

……

Under jealousy, Mo Sihan pulled her to be gentle again, so that she would remember who was her man.

When going out, Mo Sihan casually threw the scarf into the trash can in front of Zhu Wuyou.

From the loud closing sound of the door, it can be seen that he is still dissatisfied and very angry.

Sometimes, creatures like men are so naive as to be cute.

After he left, Zhu Wuyou picked up the scarf from the trash can, washed it again and put it away.

Mo Sihan may never know that this scarf, which has never been delivered, was knitted for him by her.

It's just that the way she loves him has always been cautious, for fear of being known.

Pulling back his thoughts, Mo Sihan let out a long breath: "Why did it take so long to go from summer to winter?"

Yes, the seasons change, summer turns to winter, and the person he was waiting for still hasn't come back.

……

At 58:[-], the president's exclusive elevator made a sound.

The four secretaries of the president's office stood ready and greeted Mo Sihan politely: "Mr. Mo, good morning."

Mo Sihan's face was always tense, his awe-inspiring presence cast a terrifying sense of coercion without saying a word.

What's the use of having a good complexion if a person has an excellent complexion?

If the face is gloomy, no matter how good the skin is, it will make people feel intimidated.

Secretary Gong's heart kept beating at a high frequency, and he followed Mo Sihan and began to report today's itinerary: "President Mo, you have a meeting at eight o'clock in conference hall 3."

"In the afternoon, Mr. Liu from Furui's Asia-Pacific region wants to discuss cooperation matters with you."

"Also, you have an important dinner tonight..."

"Anything else?"

Mo Sihan didn't even look at her, his tone was a little impatient.

Everyone's nerves are kept on high tension, their president is notoriously difficult to serve, especially recently.

"Not anymore, President Mo." Secretary Gong lowered her eyes.

Mo Sihan took big strides, pushed open the door of the meeting and walked in, with a cold face the whole time.

The high-level people who were fidgeting stood up one by one to greet them, as if they were welcoming their masters.

Mo Sihan sat on the main seat, crossed his hands, and stared at the people below with a stern expression.

Several senior executives spoke one after another, waiting in a panic for the boss to give instructions.

Mo Sihan frowned, and said in an unhappy tone, "Is this the plan you discussed at the meeting?"

"President Mo, do you think this plan is inappropriate?"

"Inappropriate, change."

"Okay, President Mo, we'll change it right away."

Mo Sihan: "Next."

The people below looked at each other in blank dismay, trying to make excuses with their eyes, wanting the other party to die first.

Mo Sihan's eyes were sharp, and he said in a deep tone, "No more? If there's no more, the meeting ends."

"Also, and..." came the unanimous answer.

"Then continue."

Judging by the atmosphere, everyone here may not be spared today.

Since the opening is not good at the beginning, the probability of remaining unlucky is very high.

Sure enough, after the meeting ended, the executives came out of the meeting room with bitter expressions on their faces.

*
Back at the president's office, Mo Sihan stared at the computer in front of him with a stern expression, his eyes a little empty.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Before his ass was hot, there was a knock on the door outside.

Mo Sihan closed his brows, and shot his sharp eyes towards the door: "Come in."

Duan Jingtian opened the door and came in, and said in a relaxed tone: "Si Han, I heard that all the managers who attended the meeting just now were scolded by you. Who asked you to provoke you this early in the morning? Like gunpowder."

Mo Sihan glanced at him, and said coldly: "If you have something to say, get out!"

"You asked me to investigate the dynamic news of the Lin family brothers, do you still listen to it?" Duan Jingtian didn't worry about him, his leisurely demeanor seemed to be visiting his own house.

Duan Jingtian is probably the only one in the whole company who is not afraid of Mo Sihan, the two of them are not brothers better than brothers.

Mo Sihan couldn't help restraining his eyebrows, and his tone was cold: "Say one more nonsense, believe it or not..."

"I said, I said." Duan Jingtian changed his blustery attitude and said seriously, "Since Lin Yunlang resigned from the position of Lin's president, the first rotating president of Lin's is Lin Yunfei, the second young master of the Lin family, that is, the red-haired Purple star."

"According to reliable sources, since Big Star Lin became Lin's president, he has only shown up in the company at the beginning and end of the month for two whole months. What's even more ridiculous is that the big star CEO only did one thing on his first day at work. That is to help people sign. The next morning, the scenery of the entire Lin's office can be described as full of flowers, and I heard that even the female colleagues who usually don't wear much makeup also put on makeup."

Mo Sihan sat arrogantly, without saying a word.

Duan Jingtian went on to say: "What's even more outrageous is that after two months, Lin Yunyi, the eldest son of the Lin family, should have assumed the position of rotating president. Unexpectedly, Lin Yunyi, who did not play cards according to common sense, chose to run away the day before. What fashion show did Europe participate in?"

Mo Sihan: "Then who is the president of Lin's now?"

"I heard it's the fifth son of the Lin family, Lin Yunpeng, lawyer Lin."

"Other of the five brothers of the Lin family, apart from Lin Yunlang, Lin Yunpeng is probably the only one who is qualified for the position of president."

"But..." Duan Jingtian paused for a while, and said deliberately, "Lin Yunpeng himself seems to have not agreed, and the position of Lin's president has always been vacant."

Mo Sihan snorted coldly: "Hmph! No wonder Lin Shaoshan handed over half of the Lin family to Lin Yunlang, and his other sons have no interest in the business world at all. The old fox's wishful thinking was to recruit Lin Yunlang As a son-in-law, it's a pity that his daughter was cut off by me."

Duan Jingtian covered his mouth and coughed: "Let's not talk about the past, let's continue the topic just now, shall we?"

"By the way, Sedum, have you investigated it clearly? Didn't Lin Yunlang really retreat to the second line? Could it be that Lin really let him go?"

"Well. After news of his marriage to the granddaughter of the gambling king came out, Lin Yunlang and Meng Li went to Hong Kong City. He has been dealing with people from the Meng family recently. It seems that the news of the engagement is true. Listen It is said that the King of Gambling thinks highly of Lin Yunlang, although the Meng family doesn't like Meng Li very much, but they all seem to like Lin Yunlang quite a bit."

Duan Jingtian: "Si Han, if you two were not rivals, maybe you would cherish each other, after all heroes see the same thing."

Mo Sihan showed a look of contempt on his face: "Whoever wants to feel sorry for him, please don't compare me with him."

"Good, good, good."

Mo Sihan asked another question he was most concerned about: "Sedum, I asked you to find out who the relatives and friends of the Lin family have been in touch with. Have you checked?"

"checked."

"Any clues?"

"No."

"Are you sure there is no fish that slipped through the net?"

"Well, I'm sure."

Mo Sihan's eyes dimmed a bit.

Country H's investigation has also reached an impasse, and it seems that it is really a needle in a haystack to find Zhu Wuyou.

Even though the chances are slim, Mo Sihan will not die until the Yellow River.

What can be done?
He just didn't give up and couldn't let go.