On the Mortal Path of the Protagonist

On the large conference table, several documents were put down one by one. The young lady sitting on the lower right picked up the documents and looked through them when she heard Mr. Qu who was sitting on the top say: "This is the result of Guo Qing's current research. Research results and reports of benefits achieved.”

"Projects implemented at the beginning of the year..."

The data on the file is very impressive, even for a family business, it is a considerable fortune. The young lady put down the file with a smile and looked at Qu Lao. looked at the others.

"From here we can see that investing in Guo Qing is a long-term development project. Of course, because the investment in the later stage will be even greater, I hope that everyone can seriously consider this opportunity."

Some old and hearty voices stopped, and the meeting room also fell silent. Everyone seemed to be thinking hard.

The lady still smiled and looked at the table in front of her without saying a word. In fact, everyone has the answer in their hearts. Guo Qing's planning is so good that he has described a perfect future for everyone. These vampires will not give up. A sliver of chance.

"I agree." Another elder said aloud.

"I agree." The young lady's voice was submerged in the words.

Qu Lao looked at the crowd with a smile on his face, and after he calmed down, he continued: "I believe we will all get what we want, but before that, I hope we can all guarantee one thing."

The young lady felt somewhat inexplicably that Qu Lao said these words to herself, contacting the inexplicable phone call she answered in the morning, she didn't know why she felt a little palpitation.

"Guo Qingneng is alive until he finishes his research."

Mr. Meng laughed a few times and said, "Mr. Qu, you just worry too much. No one can enter Guo Qingna's laboratory except himself."

"You can't forget that Guo Qing was assassinated in the laboratory a few days ago." Qu Lao asked with a smile, "There are different people, some people are looking for future benefits, and some are interested in Guo Qing's research. As a result, this different purpose has different intentions, so let’s talk about it now, so as not to tear our faces later.”

Young Master Han knocked on the table, the sound was particularly loud in the empty meeting room, and the sound seemed to hit his heart, he answered in a timely manner: "Mr. Qu was joking, they are all people who understand the overall situation, these No. Besides, it’s just Guo Qing, so Mr. Qu thinks too much of it.”

Elder Qu laughed a few times, glanced at Miss and said to Young Master Han, "I still want to live on Guo Qing for a few more years, so let's do it today."

The young lady didn't express much when she heard this, she just smiled and nodded, then got up and went out with everyone.

After getting in the car, the lady quickly said to the driver: "Uncle Chen, hurry back to the villa."

Uncle Chen was a little surprised that the lady was anxious, but he didn't ask any more questions, so he stepped on the accelerator and drove away into the distance.

The villa was as quiet as ever. The young lady walked in quickly and saw Uncle He who was cutting flowers. Before he could speak to Uncle, she asked, "Uncle He, where is that child?"

"Fall asleep in the music room, just put a blanket on her." The young lady let out a sigh of relief and walked upstairs quickly.

He Bo watched from behind and shook his head with a smile: "I'm old!" After finishing speaking, he started cutting flowers again.

When she reached the music room, the lady slowed down, raised her right hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response.Gently unscrewing the door lock, stood at the door without moving.

After hearing what Qu Lao said, she felt that something was wrong. She was afraid that the person she wanted to protect was lost under her nose, and she was even more afraid that that person would not be found, even if she knew that all this was just a dream. That's all.

The young lady took a deep breath, raised a smile, opened the door to look at the piano, and then walked slowly.

"I still like to be alone so much." The young lady picked up the lonely blanket lying on the ground and said with a smile.

The light of colored glaze imprinted on the empty stool beside the piano, telling something mercilessly.

The author has something to say:

Gu Yuesheng said helplessly: "It's my fault for sleeping too well."