Divorced, still making trouble?

On the way back, Qiu Ye informed the secretary to postpone the meeting until after ten o'clock.

The old man will also attend today's meeting. The other party arrived at the company early, and when he heard that Qiu Ye had neglected his duties again, the old man was so angry that he immediately called someone.

Seeing his call, Qiu Ye didn't answer it, and turned off the phone directly.

The plane is about to take off, and the flight attendants are standing in the aisle and explaining various precautions.

Qiu Ye turned his face to the porthole, covered his mouth and sneezed softly. When he went from a cold place outside to a warm place, his nose was blocked. He rubbed it uncomfortably, feeling like he had a cold.

The flight attendant distributed blankets to each passenger, and Qiu Ye covered himself with it to rest for a while, but he didn't fall asleep until the plane took off and entered the stratosphere for more than half an hour.

During this year, his sleep quality was very poor. When he closed his eyes, he would always dream of Ji Mingzhe being tortured by the 'teacher', so that every time he woke up from the nightmare, he didn't dare to sleep again.

Gradually he began to rely on sleeping pills, but this time he didn't bring the medicine with him when he came out, so Qiu Ye could only stare at the clouds outside with two dark circles in a daze.

The passenger next to him snored slightly, and when the white clouds outside began to hurt his eyes, Qiu Ye looked away.

He took out his mobile phone with airplane mode turned on, found the recording function, then connected the earphones, clicked on a stored recording that lasted more than an hour, and listened.

The content of the recording was the conversation with He Wenyuan last night. He planned to keep as much as possible of every conversation when he saw the other party in the future.

Maybe it will be useful in the future.

Qiu Ye lowered his eyes. Although there is no evidence that He Wenyuan is the teacher, and his uncle has not admitted it, he is more inclined to believe Ji Mingzhe in this matter.

He Wenyuan said that the other party did this to sow discord, but in Qiu Ye's view, Ji Mingzhe was completely unnecessary. The other party was not the kind of person who likes to torture others, even if he hated him, he would just deal with him neatly.

If the other party is coming for the power in their hands, then there is no need. With Ji Shaoze and Mu Zixing backing him, what can he not get?

Besides, with Ji Mingzhe's character, if he is not absolutely sure.He will not point at each other casually and say that he is a "teacher".

Qiu Ye rubbed the headphone cable with his fingertips. From unconditional trust in a person to wavering trust, it is a very painful and difficult thing to have doubts.

But once there is a crack, it will expand and spread like a spider web. Qiu Ye doesn't want to but begins to doubt the motives of everything He Wenyuan did in the past.

More than two hours later, the plane landed at T2 Airport in City H, and the assistant was already waiting for him outside.

"Mr. Qiu," the other party handed him a packed breakfast, and then began to report on today's work arrangements.

While eating, Qiu Ye turned on the work laptop brought by the other party.

"The chairman is still waiting for you in the company. It was almost ten o'clock in the past. Does Mr. Qiu need to notify all departments to prepare for a meeting?"

Qiu Ye browsed the meeting summary and nodded, "Let's notify."

When he arrived at the company, Mr. Qiu held a cane in his hand, looked at his grandson who had returned from the dust with a stern face, and said in a deep voice, "Where did you go again? Do you know how important today's event will be?"

Qiu Ye took off his tie, went to the rest room that came with the office to wash up quickly, and then changed into a new suit, then came out and said to the obviously angry old man, "Grandpa, I know what's in my heart, don't worry .”

The old man still wanted to teach others a lesson, but due to time constraints, he had no choice but to go to the meeting room with Qiu Ye first.

On the way, the old man thought of something and said, "The Cheng family's youngest daughter is coming to the house today, and you will meet me at night."

As if he didn't hear it, Qiu Ye quickly walked a few steps, stepped forward and opened the door of the conference room and said to the old man behind him, "Grandpa, please."

The old man's dark face suddenly became darker, but he didn't show it due to the crowd.

All the participants had already arrived. After the old man took the main seat and Qiu Ye greeted everyone, he asked his assistant to release the PPT and entered the theme of the meeting.

The old man didn't make much noise during the whole meeting, watching Qiu Ye clearly and uniquely explaining to everyone the new product research and development that he was about to invest in.

Qiu Ye has very keen market insight and company management ability. It only took him one year from the very beginning to airborne the company's management and made everyone unconvinced to secure his current position.

This kind of ability satisfied the old man very much, but the same Qiu Ye, like his father, refused to obey discipline at all.

Thinking of this, the old man snorted coldly, and planned to wait until the meeting was over before beating Qiu Ye well.

However, at the end of the meeting, when everyone was gone, Qiu Ye fell into the leather chair as if unable to support himself.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face also showed an abnormal redness.

"President Qiu, are you feeling unwell?" the assistant came over and asked.

Qiu Ye felt that he must have a fever, his face and ears were very hot, and his throat seemed to be on fire after talking non-stop for two hours.

"Maybe I have a cold, tell the chairman, I won't accompany him for dinner, go to the hospital first."

Qiu Ye left the company in a daze. The driver Xiao Chen was waiting downstairs, and when he got into the car, he let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion.

In the last few minutes, Qiu Ye could hardly open his eyes, and his whole body was aching. When he went to the hospital to take his temperature, his fever almost reached [-] degrees.

The doctor hung up the water for him, and the assistant rushed over after that. Qiu Ye rejected the other party's proposal to hospitalize him, and then sat in the chair in the infusion room and took out his mobile phone.

He suddenly wanted to send Ji Mingzhe a message.

But what to post, Qiu Ye cut and deleted and typed for a long time, and finally only typed one sentence: Have you eaten yet?

After waiting for 10 minutes and no reply from the other side, Qiu Ye continued to send: Last night, I planned to only go to City C, but I missed you so much, so I changed the flight.

——It's too cold in G city, you should dress warmly when you go out, I even caught a cold.

When it was over, he took a picture of himself hanging the water with one hand and sent it to Ji Mingzhe.

Qiu Ye has never been so pretentious with anyone, but at the beginning, it doesn't feel bad.

Yuxi Dujia.

——I miss you very much, this year I miss you every day so much that I can't sleep.

……

Messages were sent one by one, and Ji Mingzhe never replied, but Qiu Ye couldn't get enough of it.

But afraid of disturbing the other party's rest, Qiu Ye finally stopped typing after half an hour.

Ji Mingzhe was eating in the staff restaurant, and the photo on the cell phone beside him was the photo sent by Qiu Ye.

In the photo, the back of the opponent's hand was pierced with needles, and the slightly raised blue blood vessels were clearly visible, while the half of the wrist protruding from the cuff was almost bony.

Lei Shao once said that Qiu Ye was looking for him all the time, and he was in a very bad condition. When he saw Qiu Ye that night, he also saw Qiu Ye's thinness visible to the naked eye.

But Ji Mingzhe's eyes are calm at this moment, and his indifferent face makes it impossible to guess what he is thinking in his heart.

After eating, he put down his chopsticks, stared at the other's hand for a while without expression, then zoomed out the picture, read the messages sent by Qiu Ye, and then chose to delete all of them.