After Lu Zhiyuan finished washing, he put his hand on the doorknob, paused for a moment, and turned around to go to the study. He did not turn on the light. The dim moonlight fell through the thick glass, leaving only the dazzling light of the screen.
Traces of browsing were neatly displayed on the computer. All files had been opened, and one of the folders had been highlighted.
Lu Zhiyuan looked at it quietly for a while, then made a heavy call: "I have new ideas for the next quarter, and I will go to the company for a meeting tomorrow." After hanging up the phone, he placed the mouse on the folder that had been focused on and clicked on it. delete.
What to do with things that are no longer useful?
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Recently, Aunt Wang has been vaguely aware that there is something wrong with the relationship between the wife and her husband. But if there is a problem, the two of them also talk to each other, ask each other what to eat when eating, and help each other prepare what the other needs.
But she just felt that their relationship was very cold. Normally, when the two young masters started school and the wife entered the third year of college as she wished, everything should be relaxed. Besides, when the two young masters started school, the wife was obviously very enthusiastic towards Mr. Lu.
Now that school has just started one month ago, why are the two sides having conflicts again?
Aunt Wang was puzzled. Mr. Lu's assistants were all replaced by men, and there were no girls in the laboratory. What else could be the reason?
Just like now, Madam is painting on the balcony and Mr. Lu is reading in the living room. Three hours have passed and neither of them has said a word.
Mr. Lu did not go to the balcony to read, and his wife did not sit on the imperial concubine's couch to draw. They were clearly one step away, but the atmosphere was indescribably weird, and the atmosphere in the Lu residence was also weird.
Even when she had to speak, Madam was not in high spirits and Mr. Lu responded hastily.
Gu Cici was in a good mood. On the morning of early autumn, I had nothing to do and drew a few pictures of autumn scenery, looked at the blue sky, and enjoyed the sun that seemed to have been tamed. It was a rare comfort.
As for her losses in the past three months, it was actually not bad. It was not obtained through serious means in the first place. It was nothing to find that after three months of preparation, it was useless.
The whole thing was just that she consolidated half of the funds she had in order to undertake the project in Chonggang, but at the beginning of the month she discovered that there was no demand for this in Chonggang.
There must be losses, even if it hurts the muscles and bones, Gu Cici doesn't care, she is just thinking about Lu Zhiyuan's intention?
Is this to express his dissatisfaction with her touching his things? It proves that he has tolerated himself to a critical point and is impatient with her taking things without telling her? Or...is he finally tired of the boring relationship between the two in the past six months?
Gu Cici didn't dare to think about the latter. After all, who knows what he was thinking. Anyway, he was now a spoiled and arrogant girlfriend, and he had to get whatever he wanted from his girlfriend.
Therefore, after discovering that he had lost a large sum of money, his dissatisfaction in Gu Ci's words came out directly. The specific manifestations were that he was indifferent to him, did not talk to him unless necessary, and canceled leisure meals.
It looked like he had failed her, he had an unkind and unjust attitude, he knew what she was doing recently, but he didn't remind himself, Gu Cici certainly had a lot of "emboldenment" to be dissatisfied.
Lu Zhiyuan's attitude was even colder. He didn't know whether to ridicule himself or her. Fortunately, this was not the first time she had such an attitude, and she could be said to have experience now.
She didn't know what she had lost, so he pretended not to know. After all, he didn't let her see the document. It was normal for things to be changed when it came to the plan. He also asked her to change her habit of 'taking' things from him more than once. , to prevent your hands from getting longer and longer.
This time... she did suffer a big loss, so she should be taught a lesson. If she seriously reflects on her mistakes and takes the initiative to admit her mistakes, there is no room for negotiation.
Butler Mei: "Mr. Lu, lunch is ready."
Aunt Wang: "Madam, lunch is ready."
Lu Zhiyuan put away the book and buttoned his half-worn shirt snugly to the last button.
Gu CiCi put down his painting brush, stretched and did another set of yoga, and sat at the dining table to eat.
The two of them sat a little far apart and had no intention of sharing trivial matters with each other.
The two of them knew it well, but they didn't pierce the window paper, maintaining the relationship in an alienated and mechanical way.
The woman coldly waited for the man to bow his head like every other time.
The man must teach the woman a lesson, or...let her know that if she wants something, she should have an attitude of asking for it and recognize her own position.
Gu CiCi took a sip of pumpkin porridge. In fact, she had a vague feeling that as long as this continued, the two of them would enter a period of emotional paralysis. It would be stale, tasteless, tasteless, and a pity to throw away.
Gu CiCi frowned: "Uncle Zhao, the porridge is too sweet, I said it should be six cents sweeter..."
It was six percent sweet, accurate to the gram of added sugar. The kitchen steward immediately stepped forward and said, "It's all because of the carelessness of the people below. I'll change it for Madam right now. Madam can try today's walnut soup first."
"I don't want to eat walnut soup, it just smells bad."
Ah? This is the recipe that Mr. Lu specially asked for from the store for his wife. At that time, the wife said she liked it: "Okay, ma'am, try the new tofu skin and pickled cabbage buns made in the kitchen."
"What kind of fillings are they?" Gu Cici reluctantly took a bite and found that it was surprisingly delicious.
Butler Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Just like it, just like it. Madam's taste is too strong. Mr. Lu can't eat it in one bite, and sometimes he can't even smell it."
But what the madam wants to eat is different. The madam can eat: "Madam, eat, I will change the pumpkin porridge for you."
When——the spoon was placed on the porcelain plate and made a slight sound, it was not loud, but it was enough to make the already unpleasant atmosphere even more tense.
Gu CiCi did not squint his eyes and continued to eat his lunch.
Butler Zhao didn't dare to look at it and hurried to the kitchen. He was just weighing it in his mind like crazy. Should he make the two-bean pickled cabbage buns in the future? Yes! Madam will make them as soon as she leaves the Lu family.
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In ancient times, I specifically asked for leave at night. They had strict management during the freshman year and dormitory students could not easily ask for leave. However, when such a big thing happened to my sister, no one in the company was allowed to tell him.
When he entered the house in ancient times, he saw Lu Zhiyuan talking to Assistant Liu in the pavilion. Because Assistant Liu did not manage the private affairs of the Lu family, he was not familiar with Assistant Liu, at least not as familiar as Shen Guangyao was at that time: "Brother Lu, Brother Liu."
Lu Zhiyuan did not respond.
Assistant Liu nodded politely.
I didn't care in ancient times, I restrained myself from staying away from them, and then ran to find my sister. Does my sister still have liquidity in her hand? Do I really want to sell the profitable company to pay off the debt? Lu...Brother Lu doesn't care?
Moreover, why didn't Chonggang decide to do this project? Why didn't he tell his sister in advance? She might be in trouble because of the failure of this investment.
"Why are you back?" Gu CiCi was surprised.
Aunt Wang quickly served the tea attentively.
In ancient times, I would have been anxious to death: "Sister, you want to sell Plastic Factory No. 1!" That is one of the two companies under my sister's name that has been profitable for a long time. If I sell it...
Gu CiCi continued to sort out the paints in his hands: "That's why I came back in a panic."
This is not serious. I didn’t drink tea in ancient times and went directly to the eldest sister: "Didn’t you say it was foolproof at the beginning?" My sister never said that she missed it: "Why..."
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