Wordless Love [Rebirth]

No matter how heartless Meng Chilang was, he sensed that something was wrong. He thought in his heart that he didn't fall asleep in Zhao Lingyu's arms like before.Dazedly feeling that Zhao Lingyu woke up, he struggled in the light dream for a while, pulled himself together and got up, followed lightly to see Zhao Lingyu's situation.

Under the lamp, in front of the case, is Zhao Lingyu carefully reviewing the documents.

After reading one book, I put it in the drawer and quickly found another one, as if I could never finish it.He secretly watched for a while, and saw that Zhao Lingyu frowned subconsciously from time to time, or leaned back on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, and soon returned to work.

Meng Chilang was stunned for a while, only to feel his nose sore.

He really wanted to rush in and scold Zhao Lingyu, but he didn't dare, his feet stuck to the ground as if they weighed a thousand catties, and he couldn't lift them up no matter what.He has such an intuition that Zhao Lingyu, who has never mentioned anything to him, does not want him to appear at this time, and if he imposes negative emotions on him like this, it will only increase his burden.

After a while, he sneaked back to the room.The door of the room was ajar. Zhao Lingyu didn't close it tightly because he was afraid that his opening the door would wake him up.He stood in the room blankly for a while, and then opened the door suddenly, making a loud noise.

Sure enough, Zhao Lingyu soon appeared in front of him.

Meng Meng.

Before his footsteps stopped, he reached out and hugged him first, lowered his head and asked him nervously what's wrong.

"You, what are you doing up?" His voice was a little hoarse, and he secretly suppressed his sobs and made his tone very pitiful, like a child who has been greatly wronged.

Zhao Lingyu wondered if he had a nightmare, but he didn't see him getting angry when he woke up, so he hurriedly took him back to the bed and comforted him carefully. I can't laugh or cry.

At such a big age, no one in the world who is more arrogant than him usually can't tell that he will be frightened by a nightmare.Thinking of it this way, he was very receptive to his dependence and showing weakness in his heart, hugged him tighter, and patted his back to comfort him like a child.

Meng Chilang became confused after a while, but he kept remembering in his heart that he couldn't be allowed to work overtime. He slept very restlessly, waking up repeatedly to see if he was still there. Even Zhao Lingyu fell asleep with him. I was woken up several times, and neither of us slept well all night.

The next day, Meng Chilang unexpectedly got up early in the morning.

He explained to Zhao Lingyu that there was something wrong with the company. Secretary Zhang asked him to go there, and said that he hadn't driven for a long time, and he wanted to visit his own horse in person. Zhao Lingyu was not allowed to send him off, so he obediently received some driving safety education and went out. .

After the car was on the road, he called Secretary Zhang first, and then called home.At this time, there was a busy tone on the other end of the phone. Meng Chilang put away the phone, stepped on the gas pedal with a frown, and hurriedly let go of his foot when he realized that he was going too fast.Fortunately, it was not the rush hour for work, and there were not many cars on the road. Otherwise, even if there were no minor accidents at this time, a few scoldings would be inevitable.

Sitting on his father's office chair, Meng Chilang looked around the office environment somewhat unrealistically, thought for a while, and then called home.

This time it was connected after a few calls, and it was his father who was talking, so he asked him why he called home early in the morning, Meng Chilang blurted out: "Dad, when are you coming back to work?"

From the other end came his father's teasing, "Why, I'm too busy or can't do it?"

Meng Chilang didn't know what to say for a while.

Meng Hui waited for him for a while, and then said: "My dear son, if you don't know anything, feel free to ask others. There is nothing embarrassing about it. You have done a good job, and Dad knows that you can do it."

This kind of praise, in Meng Chilang's ears at this time, was more angry than guilty.He couldn't hide the anger in his heart, and said: "Just pretend I didn't say it!" and threw the phone back.

He is not angry with his father, he is blaming himself, he has been only thinking about his little selfishness, and he took it for granted that Zhao Lingyu gave him the indulgence and help, never thought that these would put pressure on Zhao Lingyu, would It won't bother him.

However, in front of those closest to him, he still couldn't help venting his anger.

In the past when he was in the most difficult time abroad, he was able to shoulder all the pressure independently, and did not complain about his hard work to anyone or even his family members. After living alone for a long time, he also got used to not relying on others. Even the parents, everything is completely handled by themselves.

But... In the past two years, he was almost 'crippled' by Zhao Lingyu.

The feeling of self-blame was too suppressed, he found that even his ability to deal with emotions was deteriorating, and just now he lost his temper with his father in a very ignorant manner on the spur of the moment.

Such a self is really terrible!

He was sullen for a while, and inadvertently saw a family portrait on the desk.That was a photo taken when he was a teenager. He was still childishly standing on a high place, lying on top of his father's head, strangled his father's neck with one hand, and stretched out his hand like a pair of scissors.

The innocent look in his eyes made him feel faintly uncomfortable.He looked at the time anxiously, took a pen and wrote a few serial numbers on the paper, trying to calm down and plan the day's work, but he couldn't find any clues.

He twirled the pen with ten fingers irritably, his hands resting on the desk, frowning.

It was only when he caught a glimpse of his own eyes reflected in the pen that he realized in a daze that his brows and eyes at this time were like those of a teenager who doesn't know the world in the photo...

Carefree, heartless, the depth left in his eyes after so many years of wandering and wandering, he didn't know when it disappeared.But there is one thing that is beyond doubt, it has absolutely nothing to do with Zhao Lingyu.

He was depressed for a while, but gradually calmed down.

That depressing feeling quickly turned into a driving force. He wrote a few words on the paper, but he couldn't hold back any more, so he thought that the worst would be the soldiers coming to stop him. Three or four times, simply ignore him.

Not long after, Secretary Zhang arrived at the company on time. At his request, he did not send the documents to his home as he did a few days ago, but brought them back to the company.

"That's all?" Meng Chilang asked as he flipped through three black hard plastic folders.

Secretary Zhang: "That's all for today. The main thing is that you need to review the final audit of the accounts and the dividend plan for shareholders. Oh, by the way, have you processed all the previous documents?"

"I, I forgot to bring it here."

"It doesn't matter, but it's best to bring it to me tomorrow. I need to sort it out. I will use these materials at the shareholders' meeting on the 25th."

"Okay, I know."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go out first. Do you need coffee?"

"...No, thank you." He wanted to nod casually, but recently he drank coffee less and less. That stuff hurts his stomach. In the morning, Zhao Lingyu prohibited him from drinking too much, let alone at this time drank.

Facing the three file folders, Meng Chilang stacked them up and patted them on the table. After tidying them up and putting them away, he solemnly took one, cheered himself up, and opened it.

Soon, Meng Chilang learned what is ideal and what is reality.

The reality is to break your imagination in the shortest time or even less than a second after you have planned for several hours.

Meng Chilang was flipping through the pages faster and faster, he was at a loss, he could understand every word, but if it wasn't for the words "annual report" on the first page of the document, he wouldn't be able to do it at all. Know what it is, let alone what it is used for.

He quickly took the other two books. This time, he read them word for word. Finally, he wanted to tear up the papers!

What exactly do these mean?

What else do you need him to do?Haven't you already reached a conclusion?The same goes for these numbers. They are clearly placed here. Does he need to use a computer to superimpose them to see if there are any calculation errors?Is the chairman used to do this kind of thing?

He is completely helpless.

When he picked up the phone, he was about to call Secretary Zhang to come in and ask him what he needed to do, or how to do it.He ended up not, and that would be a shame.He thought of the illusion that he was very capable because of Zhao Lingyu's creation, and for a moment he felt that he was shooting himself in the foot.

But ask him to lose face, 'don't be ashamed to ask'... It doesn't even meet the standard of a star person who suffers but also saves face!

Gritting his teeth, Meng Chilang took the first document and read it from the beginning.

He didn't notice the time, the secretary's office had been busy for a while, and Secretary Zhang didn't see him coming out, so he dutifully called the inside line and asked if he needed to order food.

Meng Chilang responded indiscriminately, his mind was filled with numbers, his ears were buzzing, and his temples were throbbing with pain. If there was such a thing as a psychological measuring machine in the world, he would know what he is doing right now. The violence index is soaring at a multiplied speed!

Silently, madly.

When Secretary Zhang came in with the takeaway, he had a fierce look on his face, which was very deep in his deep eyebrows and eyes.The old secretary's heart skipped a beat. Is there a big omission in the report or something?

Meng Chilang waved him out, and by the time he remembered to eat, the delivery was already cold.

He touched his empty and uncomfortable stomach, afraid that Zhao Lingyu would see something in the morning, so he was in such a hurry that he didn't wait for Zhao Lingyu to finish his breakfast before leaving. He was so nervous that he forgot about the hungry stomach.

He opened it and took a look. He was a little disgusted by the greasy food after cooling, but he looked at the documents that he hadn't figured out all morning, and then he looked at himself in the photo with a stupid face, holding a fearless Mood, start eating.

He is too spoiled, isn't it just a cold meal?When he used to have no money, no rent, and stubbornly refused to talk to his family when he was abroad, Baishui Bian lived well for two consecutive months, what is this!

Why can't he suffer?Damn, he can't do it from extravagance to frugality?He's not mentally retarded, so he can't handle it well?

After taking a bite and swearing at himself, Meng Chilang didn't realize how difficult it was for him to swallow, and the expression on his face was worse than that of bitter melon.

When Zhao Lingyu came in, he saw him poking a few times into the lunch box with chopsticks and then chewing with one chopstick in his mouth. His whole body felt a sense of depression when he stretched out his hand, and he couldn't lift his energy.

Hearing the sound, he looked in his direction, and the expression of patience and complaints that paused there made Zhao Lingyu helpless.

He walked straight to the small sectional sofa for guests, put down the documents he brought, and placed the food he brought on the table. Seeing him still in a daze, he waved to him.

Stop eating and come here.

Meng Chilang got up obediently, took two steps, and then seemed to come to his senses, and threw himself on Zhao Lingyu.

——"Why am I so useless!"