Possessive relationship

I picked up the phone, and there were a few unread messages, which were sent by my assistant and Zheng Liyang, and the other shareholders remained silent.They are all busy with a small meeting now, and since they haven't contacted me yet, it means they haven't come up with an answer yet.

I dialed the number of my assistant and asked, "Hello, Xiao Wan? Today is New Year's Day, and everyone is on holiday. After the holiday, shareholders will be notified to hold a meeting and all must be present. Tell them, I will make arrangements at that time."

The assistant agreed, and she tentatively asked me how to solve it. I sneered and said, "External funds or postponement of the repayment date are two ways, and I can always do one."

I hung up the phone and told Zheng Liyang that I wanted him to call our people to a meeting to settle how much short-term projects could be settled.In fact, I know that no matter how I count, I am nothing more than making a choice.

Chen Zhiyao, or Gu Zhenlin?

Different people, different prices, which one can I afford?

I have been immersed in various figures all afternoon, and the involvement of various relationships has made me a little dizzy. The final result is that it will take at least half a year for us to turn around.

For half a year, I sat in the office chair and tapped my fingers on the table, and my temples began to throb and hurt again. I let out a long breath and asked, "Can it be shorter?"

"This is already the limit, and half a year, still under the condition of ensuring that there are no errors in several projects and timely payment. If we can't delay for half a year, our company's prospects will be very bad."

It's too bad to be polite, if Chen Zhiyao is serious about punishing me, I'm doomed to go bankrupt, unless...someone is willing to invest in me at this time.

I rubbed my temples, looked at each of them solemnly, and everyone here also looked at me with worry or trust, and I said, "Okay, I will find a way to buy half a year, please believe me In addition, I also want to ask and trust everyone. After half a year, we can get back on track and operate well. At the same time, we have to start working on a new liquidity ratio and solvency adequacy ratio. There is a certain reason that our structure is not stable enough, I hope this incident is a lesson for us, and I hope we will have the opportunity to learn from this lesson and apply it.”

After the meeting, I drove back with a heavy heart and found that the traffic jam was extremely severe today, so I remembered that today is New Year's Day.

It's not a good sign that I'm about to face such a dire situation on the first day of the new year.

The car was blocked and unable to move. Except for me, everyone should be busy visiting relatives and friends, right?Being called out for this kind of meeting today, they probably won't be in a relaxed mood.

In half a year, anything can happen.I know what Gu Zhenlin wants, but I don't know what Chen Zhiyao's purpose is.Taking a step back, even if he still wants me, how can I get out after half a year?

However, Gu Zhenlin...I think of his indifferent contempt when he talked about Qingqing, and Qingqing recalled the fear of childhood, I don't know what decision is the so-called right one.

I never think that I have the right to decide the fate of others, because fate always plays tricks on me.For Qingqing, going back means danger and rebirth.I think, if he was given a choice, he would choose to go back without hesitation, right?

Unfortunately, this choice is unfair, because there is no option called freedom.

And me, do I have the courage to watch him free?Do I have the courage to watch him leave, do I have the courage to challenge what I really have in my heart?

Taking advantage of the traffic jam and being unable to drive, I simply parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and went to the cake shop next door to buy a small cake and a candle. The proprietress smiled and asked me if I needed to write. I thought about it For a moment, say, "Just write, happy birthday."

By the time she finished the cake, the traffic was much less, so I put the cake in the trunk and drove home.

Qingqing still waited for me to go back. I kept silent and asked him to bring me clothes and change shoes. When he leaned over to untie the shoelaces, I touched his hair. It was still so soft, and it flowed smoothly along my fingers. Like his whole being.

I don't have a good appetite for dinner, but Qingqing has been eating well since she started exercising, her body has grown very fast, and in a blink of an eye she is no longer the thin and thin boy she was back then.Now he is in the transitional stage from boy to man, it is the sunniest age.

He eats quickly but quietly, and the way he eats is very good. Seeing him eating will make people unconsciously have an appetite.I put down the bowl, and when he saw me stop, he also put down the bowl and looked up at me. I picked up a chopstick for him and said, "Look at what I'm doing, eat yours, no leftovers."

Seeing that I didn't leave, Qingqing began to munch on the lotus root I gave him again. The supple look made me feel better. I stroked his hair and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Yes." He nodded, swallowed the food, and added, "It's delicious."

"Halal is really good, never picky eater." I praised, "When I was your age, I was picky, and I didn't eat anything I didn't like."

"But, it's really delicious." Qingqing quietly accepted the food I gave him, and looked at me as he ate it bite by bite.

"It's not a question of whether it's delicious or not. I was busy competing at the time, so my body didn't grow well. Now I regret it and it's too late." Haruka gave up on letting me eat those strange medicinal diets, and I thought it was a kind of victory in the struggle. "Tell me what you like to eat, and I'll let the kitchen do it."

"Thank you, master." Qingqing smiled brightly, and then asked hesitantly, "Master, can I stop drinking milk in the future?"

"No." I put on a straight face, two glasses of milk in the morning and evening is my order, although I sometimes can't remember it myself, but Qingqing always remembers it. "You're still too skinny, compared to normal boys your age."

"Normal, boy?" Qingqing looked up at me, lowered her head and whispered: "Among the people Qingqing knows, Qingqing is no longer thin, she was before she came here."

I recalled his waist that was almost thinner than a woman's when he first came, and I couldn't help reaching out to touch his thin waist with firm muscles now, and I was quite satisfied with my results.A healthy and beautiful half-grown boy, he deserves to be raised by me.

"They all really think that the slaves are perverts, and they only pick on little boys, although it's true." I sighed, seeing Qingqing also put down the bowl and chopsticks, rubbed his shoulders, and said, "Let's go, I'll show you what normal boys look like."