At the same time, Zhou Jingmo, who was far away in the Zhou Group, was still handling work.
Gu Xingze has been aggressive recently, pressing hard on two similar business sectors, and even aggressively acquired declining brands and transformed them into his own for business expansion. It seems that the momentum is even more fierce than when Gu's father was in power.
He had to spend more energy to deal with these pursuits, so he didn't have time to go to Qingquan Mountain. It happened to be his wish to give each other some time to calm down.
When it was lunch time, the assistant came in with the food, and he finally stopped what he was doing, took off his glasses and pinched his brows.
Assistant Zuo glanced at him and reported in a low voice while placing the dishes: "Mr. Zhou, what happened in the past two days... many people know about it."
Zhou Jingmo said softly, "Hmm" without stopping, without even raising his eyelids.
He had already expected it, which was why he was so irritable that day. He had already thought of a solution, but he just hadn't had time to implement it yet.
Assistant Zuo added: "Miss Ning Er seems to be still not satisfied, and the commotion has been a bit loud recently. Miss Yun's side..."
"Don't worry about it." Zhou Jingmo put down his hand and interrupted him.
"Yes," Assistant Zuo said calmly, stopping this matter to talk about something else, "Do you still want to attend the Qiyin Mountain event that Master Wen had arranged for? They made an announcement today saying that it will be held in three days."
Wen Jinnian had said before that during Qiyin Mountain's sports car event, someone offered a set of stamps that he was very interested in as a bet.
Buying valuable things to keep as collections is something that most entrepreneurs like to do, especially Zhou Jingmo. He is more interested in the red wine, antiques, stamps, calligraphy and paintings that are auctioned, and there are several large auction houses in Haicheng.
Every time I get something good, I will take the initiative to send him an invitation letter.
He doesn't care about the sports car event. Going to participate is just to invest some money in exchange for a set of collectibles.
But this event was arranged by Wen Jinnian. They had a bit of a quarrel because of Yun Shu's running away from home last time. Wen Jinnian hadn't contacted him for a few days.
Therefore, Assistant Zuo was not sure whether he wanted to participate or not.
Zhou Jingmo only remembered this after hearing this. He had been so busy with Yun Shu and the company recently that he almost forgot about it.
"Besides, I'll go when I have time that day." He said calmly.
Assistant Zuo said no more, put away his lunch and left the office.
At this point, everyone was eating in the restaurant. The assistants outside the office were not around, and the whole floor was so quiet that you could hear your own chewing.
Zhou Jingmo lost his appetite after eating two pieces of vegetables.
When he raised his eyes, he felt that the office was too spacious and had never been so empty. When he lowered his eyes, he felt that eating and working were boring, which really made him lose his energy.
The time seemed to be stretched out, and he seemed to be able to predict in advance that he would have nothing to do during this long and boring time, so an inexplicable voice came out of his heart, causing him to look at the computer uncontrollably.
He should see what the troublemaker is doing at this time and see how she is doing these past two days.
That night under the heavy rain, she entered the villa with her head lowered, and he couldn't see her expression clearly. He didn't know whether she was sad or lonely.
She should have stopped complaining in the past two days? She has always been very smart. When she makes demands or loses her temper, she always stays within his tolerance limit, and will never step outside this range. Now she should have thought clearly about what he thinks about this matter.
tolerance range?
After only a minute of thinking, the office interface on the computer screen changed into the surveillance screen of the Qingquan Mountain Villa.
He didn't watch it in real time, but still followed his habit and adjusted it forward to the night when he returned from the club.
Then I leaned back on the office chair, feeling as if I came home from get off work and listened to light music to soothe my mood, and my body and mind relaxed a little.
The sound of rain in the surveillance video was a bit obvious. The girl who appeared at the door of the villa lowered her head silently, changed her shoes and put on her coat. She stood quietly in the living room for a while, as if she didn't wait for the person she wanted to wait for to come in, and sat down.
Sitting on the sofa by the window, looking at the rain outside the window.
Zhou Jingmo's heart beat wildly for a moment.
Although he couldn't see it in the surveillance, he was the person involved and knew that it happened to be his car from that angle, and he was sitting in it.
So when he was looking at the villa, she in the villa was also looking at him through the rain curtain?
She sat like that on the sofa for a long time. It wasn't until the car lights outside flashed and drove away that she slowly asked Aunt Qiu for hot soup.
The low voice and fragile look made people feel distressed just by looking at her. Aunt Qiu sat beside her to accompany her, hesitating to speak, and finally just sighed.
Then she went upstairs.
The surveillance screen in the living room was only dark, and Zhou Jingmo did not skip it. Quan thought it was the commercial time to rest his eyes. He closed his eyes, and the expression on her face when she said "You didn't do it again" that day kept popping up in his mind.
She really should complain.
So, is it really a good thing that he spent these two days to make her calm down and stop complaining?
The "ding" of the elevator opening was heard outside the office, and an assistant came back from dinner.
Only then did Zhou Jingmo open his eyes and play the surveillance video at double speed.
In the middle of the playback, a huge booming sound was heard. The sound was so loud that the assistant outside thought something had happened to him and hurriedly ran to the door and knocked on the door.
"Mr. Zhou?"
"Yeah, it's okay." He said in a deep voice, reaching out to turn down the volume.
The thunderstorm was indeed heavy that night, but he had already returned home at that time. The sound insulation in his home was very good, so the sounds he heard were not so scary.
Will Yun Shu be afraid? She lives alone upstairs, and the villa seems too big and empty at this time.
He stopped the double speed, and during the time when the lightning struck down, he repeatedly dragged the progress bar back and looked at the living room and stairs, but he didn't see the girl who ran out in panic as he imagined.
After reading it seven or eight times, he frowned and quickly dragged it to the next morning.
Yun Shu hugged the sheep toy and nestled on the sofa, not in a high mood. The monkey was tied by its tail and hung upside down on the stair railing.
He really has the same temperament as a child, mistaking the monkey for him, right?
He couldn't help but chuckle, and then he saw her looking out the window, lost in thought.
It was raining outside, and Aunt Qiu didn't have much to say to her, so she stayed alone in the huge living room, sleeping for a while, and slowly passed the time with no one to talk to.
Zhou Jingmo felt a little bored again, as if his heart had been wrapped around a few thin threads. He didn't feel anything bad when it contracted, but once it relaxed, he felt like he was being strangled and swollen and painful.
He tightened his jaw and turned the surveillance camera to double speed again. After a rough look at all the scenes in the past two days, he found that Yun Shu had not said a word since she returned to the villa that night.
Even when Aunt Qiu asked her something, she nodded sadly and shook her head as an answer.
In the scene at noon yesterday, Aunt Qiu also asked her a question: "Why don't you call if you want to see him?"
She lowered her head as she ate her food. After a while, she slowly shook her head. She didn't even raise her head when she was picking up the food. She wondered if tears fell into her rice bowl.
His throat was a little sore and he couldn't help but swallow, open his mouth and take a deep breath.