To You, My Beloved

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the morning that Tang Shi sat up straight, started the car, and drove slowly back to the city.

Instead of going back to his apartment, he went directly to the company.

Fortunately, Tang Shi returned to the city a little early. When he arrived at the company's underground parking lot, the traffic conditions reported on the car radio said that the road he had just been driving on was blocked.

Sheng Tang's normal working time is ten o'clock, and Tang Shi usually arrives at the company around nine fifty-five, so when the front desk lady saw that Tang Shi stepped into the company just at nine-fifty-five, her face was full of excitement. He was stunned, but he stood up quickly and shouted respectfully: Mr. Tang Zao.

Tang Shi nodded slightly and walked into the elevator.

After the elevator door closed, one of the front desk ladies whispered: Didn't it say that tomorrow is our Mr. Tang's engagement day? Why are you still coming to the company today?

In fact, it was not only the receptionist who was puzzled, but also the secretary-general, Miss Zhang, who hesitated for half a minute when she saw Tang Shi entering the office, then stood up and said hello to Tang Shi.

Tang Shi didn't even wait for her to finish her words, he just said Send today's itinerary to my office and stepped directly into the office.

journey? Tomorrow is his and Gu Qingcheng's engagement party. What plans are there for today?

Miss Zhang stamped her feet anxiously, finally rummaged through her computer, made several calls in a row, and finally helped Tang Shi move out an itinerary before entering Tang Shi's office.

The itinerary was scheduled to meet with the old president of a multinational company at 12 noon.

In the past three hours, Tang Shi had nothing to do. He stayed up all night, but did not feel sleepy at all. He stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, staring out the window in a daze for an hour and a half. On the way, Miss Zhang came in. Once, after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no response, so she quietly opened the door and saw Tang Shi standing motionless, without even blinking. In the end, she did not dare to come forward and disturb her. Then he closed the door silently and left.

At ten forty, Tang Shi went to the bedroom in the office, took a shower, changed clothes, then took the car keys and went to the appointment.

The old president and Tang Shi had been working together for three or four years. The two were close friends. In the early days, they lived in the UK. Not long ago, they spent a lot of money to move the head office back to Beijing. In his words, Say, it is called fallen leaves returning to their roots.

The old president made an appointment with Tang Shi to meet him in his newly bought courtyard house. The meal was cooked and prepared by the old president and his wife themselves. Although the old president had stayed abroad for so many years, the dishes he cooked were authentic old-fashioned. Beijing taste, because he was happy, the old president also opened a bottle of good wine that he had treasured for most of his life.

Throughout the meal, the old president and Tang Shi chatted. The old president's wife said very little and sat aside, busying with the two of them without letting the servants interfere. In the end, the old president took the photo. He patted his wife's hand and gently asked her to rest. His wife did not move, but carefully asked him to drink less wine.

The old president and his wife didn't communicate much, but people could still see the tacit understanding and happiness between them.

Looking at this scene, Tang Shi felt a layer of envy in his heart. He clinked the wine glass with the old president: The relationship between Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo is really good.