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In the late afternoon, Gu Xingfeng rose and drove here alone. This is a restaurant located by the lake, where you can see the lush lake and is close to the sparkling lake.

Inside, Zhang Yingshui calmly held a bone china tea bowl.The amber tea fragrance wafted in the bowl, her eyes drifted to the distance, and her thoughts drifted to the distant memory, that was eight years ago, when spring and summer also intersected.

"Sister Zhang, it's not easy to cooperate with **, to get her approval, to gain her trust, if you have concerns..." Gu Xingfeng's voice was magnetic and thick, as if it was still Text from yesterday.

Zhang Yingshui responded at the time, "Master, I was able to walk out of the countryside thanks to the support of the Mohist Education Fund. I am willing to do things for the Mohism, and for you."

Mo Yisheng said sincerely, "With **, you may just be a secretary, a housekeeper."

The implication could not be clearer, her major, her career, her future, will all be affected.

Despite this, Mr. Zhang replied firmly, "Master, I am very satisfied that I can go to college, work in Meituan, provide financial resources for my parents, and provide education for my brothers and sisters."

"Thank you, Sister Zhang!" Mo Yili said lightly.

Zhang Yingshui was flattered, "Master, I should thank you."

"Squeaking..." Pushing open the door, a tall and strong body came into view.Zhang Yingshui put down his tea, stood up immediately, and gestured respectfully, "Please," "Hello, young master!"

The same "please" Mo Yi gestured, "Hi Zhang, long time no see."

They haven't seen each other for a long time, even though they are in the same city, but being missing doesn't mean they don't know.

When Zhang Yingshui got married and had children, she received a large anonymous cash gift, which together was enough to cover the down payment for her purchase of a house in Xijing.

Zhang Yingshui sat down and made a bowl of Liu'an tea.He handed it to her.He doesn't drink tea, but only drinks Biluochun from his own manor.But he didn't refuse.He picked up the cup and went straight to the subject, "Zhang, I want to know how Zhao Meilan has been these years."

Needless to say, Zhang Yingshui also knew what she wanted.

"Especially if she didn't do anything to shame the Mo family," Gu Xingfeng added.

Zhang Yingshui nodded, thought for a while, and then said, "Yes, master. As far as I know, Zhao Meilan and Shiyuncheng Mingyuan Group once had very close contact with the mediocre Mingyuan Group's girlfriend, a very close friend, and invested in Mingyuan together. Far Group's project."

Shiyun Mingyuan Group is an old rival of Jingdong Group, and Jingdong Mall has been splitting each other for profit.

Gu Xingfeng signaled her to continue.

Zhang Yingshui also expressed that Zhao Meilan's hype, fraud and investment in these years are imminent. She said: "Zhao Meilan is still in the secret room. It seems that she has made a special deal with someone from the Mo family. I don't know the exact situation. She It is very mysterious to do this, except for her brother Zhao Gangqiang, no one knows."

After hearing this, Mo Yicheng still said calmly, "Okay, sister Zhang, tell the truth first, sort it out, and give me news as soon as possible."

Zhang Yingshui nodded, "Yes, young master."

Dinner for two, but even when faced with a table of delicious food, no one really enjoys it.

The sky was beaten blue and purple, followed the creek into the cubicle, scared away by the lights inside, looked at the office windows on the twentieth floor, already lit up, the amnesiac stars in the west were replaced by the lights of the city .

Cheng Qingran started to work overtime again. She closed her eyes and looked at the clock on the table. It was already pointing to 8 o'clock in the evening. She stretched herself and shouted, "Stop, stop, neck, skull, body."

The work seems never-ending, like the darkness outside the window.

Zhang Mengfei glanced in despair, "Xiaohua, your pain is almost worse than mine. I am the pain of the lymph, the pain of the pancreas, and the pain of the soul."

Cheng Qingran snorted, "You really know how to joke, Zhang."

Zhang Meng leaned over the table, lazily arranging himself like a terracotta worm. "I'm not kidding, just now, I had a stomachache. I went to the hospital and it was pancreatitis. My lymph nodes were swollen.

Cheng Qingran laughed, and asked with concern, "Zhang, are you okay?"

Zhang Mengmeng tilted her head and smiled, "It can be anything, I can't die for the time being, take medicine."

"Well, you need to pay attention to your body." Cheng Qingran lamented, "Sister Zhang, if you still need to go to the hospital, call me."

The two smiled at each other.

Zhang Meng is an outsider.It is not easy to just struggle in a skilled metropolis like Xijing.One is sick, one is checking, one is taking medicine, one is crying, one is laughing, one is crying, one is laughing, as if to achieve... "one."

Cheng Qingran wanted to give her warmth and strength.

After packing up her documents, she walked out of the group building, a breeze broke her tiredness of the day, and she walked into the Huangjing apartment with brisk and refreshing steps.

The elevator took her all the way to the 33rd floor.

Thinking about it, I slid all the way to the 18th floor of hell.

At this time, the eighteen levels of hell in her heart were empty, white and deserted.

"Ding Dong," she was pulled back to reality.Coming out of the elevator, the "thump-thump, thud-thump" high heels hit a lonely rhythm on the floor.

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"Huh? Courier, how did you deliver it to the door? Did Chu buy it?" A khaki paper box at the door of the apartment.

Chu Ci is losing his memory, is out of reach, and evaporated in the world.

Cheng Qingran bent down, picked up the cardboard box, didn't seal it, and didn't say his name, what was that?Out of curiosity, she slowly opened the box with her fingers, and she was greeted with layers of wrapped newspapers, "Such a tightly wrapped, mysterious gift?"

When looking for the key and opening it, the door was still open, "Ah..." With a bang, the carton and its contents fell not far away.

An agitated, terrified spirit of hers beat against her chest, but she still couldn't beat the fear, couldn't beat it.

Taking a closer look, not far away, there was a black coffin with ribs, and there was a dead mouse in the small coffin, it was a dead mouse.

She took a step back, covered her mouth with her hands, frowned, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

"Little Merton, can you do me a favor?"

Gu Xingfeng looked at her face, her eyes were full of fear, and asked, "What's the matter? Come in."

Cheng Qingran shook his head, grabbed his arm, and pointed to the corridor.

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Gu Xingfeng followed the line of sight of her fingers and found a small black coffin. The coffin lid was separated from the box, and a dead mouse lay not far away.

Gu Xingfeng took her by the arm, walked into the room, put her on the sofa, made another cup of calming tea for her, and handed her "Well, you have nothing to be afraid of."

Cheng Qingran looked helpless and just nodded.