How A Queen Was Made

On that day again, the secretary looked at the time, then got up and walked to the office door, knocked once, and only turned the doorknob to enter after hearing the sound of "come in" inside.

"Chairman, it's one o'clock." After dutifully reminding the time, the secretary went out.

Xiahou Xuecheng's pen, which was busy approving documents, stopped suddenly, and he didn't recover until the secretary went out.

The secretary returned to his seat, seemingly continuing to work hard, but kept paying attention to the situation in the office from the corner of his eyes.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the chairman put on his coat and came out, "Let Manager Liu go to today's negotiation, and anyone who finds me will say that I am not here."

"Yes." The secretary who had been with Xiahou Xuecheng for five years did not raise any doubts, nor did she emphasize to him how important today's negotiation was. Perhaps it was because of this that she was not fired and remained in the position of secretary.Although she is also very curious about who or what made her, the chairman of the board who is more enthusiastic about work than his wife, abandon all jobs, and this happens every year.

After 10 minutes, the secretary silently counted down in his heart, "3,2,1, [-], [-]..."

"Dingling..." The phone rang on time.

"Hi, hello, this is the chairman's office..." He answered the call professionally.

On the other end of the phone was also the secretary's familiar, pretentiously gentle voice, "Is your chairman going out again?"

"Yes, ma'am." The secretary secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, knowing it clearly, and calling to ask every time.

"Then did he say he would come back for dinner tonight?" The person at the other end didn't respond, but continued to ask.

"The chairman didn't say it before he went out."

"Okay." The phone hung up neatly.

The secretary grimaced at the hung up phone, but was caught by the person who came up.

"What is the lovely Xiaomi doing? Who offended you?" Feng Hua, who hadn't changed much, sat down on the table and fired at the secretary.

"You!" The secretary was not polite to him, "Why are you here again, the chairman is not here."

"I know, Xiahou will go there every year today." Fenghua didn't know what to think of, and his expression also sighed.Before the secretary could comfort her, she began to speak glibly again, "So I'm here to see you. May I ask this lady, would I have the honor to treat you to a meal?"

"No! Yes!" I don't know why Fenghua pestered her secretary to refuse recently, she didn't want to have an affair with this big radish.

Leaving aside the happy couple in the office building, at this moment, Xiahou Xuecheng was driving his car towards the suburbs.

An hour later, the car stopped outside a cemetery, and Xiahou Xuecheng walked up the steps, letting himself be immersed in his memories.

I remember that person said, "A person's life cannot continue because of the lack of someone. Everyone is just a passerby. If you want to die or live for one person, what I see is not his affection, but his cowardice. So, Xue Cheng, don’t learn from those cowards, especially as we bear not only our own destiny, but also that of our family.”

Therefore, after Xiahou Xuecheng left, apart from doing some crazy things in the first year, he began to calmly accept the marriage that his father had arranged for him, calmly began to take over the Empire Group, and did everything What should be done as a "Xiahou Xuecheng".

Only allow yourself to miss that person indulgently on this day of the year, only one day...

Unknowingly, he walked to the tomb of that person, Xiahou Xuecheng knelt down, stroked the three words "Chu Sicheng" carved by himself on the stele, and stared at the politely smiling face of the person in the photo.

"But, you didn't say, what should I do if I can't forget the passers-by in my life, am I really a coward..."

I don't know when it started to rain, from small to heavy, it fell on Xiahou Xuecheng's face, and slid down together with the tears from the corners of his eyes.

By the time Xiahou Xuecheng left the cemetery, his clothes were completely soaked, but he was like an unconscious wooden man, with a wooden face, he got into the car straight away, and sped away, except for the reddish corners of his eyes, he couldn't see it at all. Emotions surged in his heart.

Xiahou Xuecheng did not drive back to that so-called home, but went to Jinghua College.

After that fire, the building was no longer in use, and Xia Houxue had someone rebuild it, and decorated the man's office exactly as it was before it was burned down.

After entering the office, Xiahou Xuecheng sat in the place where the man used to sit, and just sat there, dripping wet, until Bai Maqian came.

"He has already left." Bai Maqian leaned against the door.

Xiahou Xuecheng didn't respond, the room was silent, only the sound of breathing remained, Bai Maqian seemed unable to bear the atmosphere, left without saying, "He doesn't like you like this".

After a long time, I remembered a hoarse voice, "I know, so after today, I am still that vigorous Xiahou Xuecheng, and I am still the chairman of the Imperial Group, haha..."

Looking around, the room is still the same as when that person was there, but there is no trace of that person's breath, and he doesn't know what he is remembering...