Jingting just finished a video conference when his private phone rang and he answered.
Reports from the people inside
"Mr. Jing, Zhang Kui bought a plane ticket for 5 o'clock this afternoon. He is going to London for a month, and Li Ao has no action."
"Continue to keep watching and report any abnormalities in time." Jingting's voice was cold.
"Yes, we have arranged for someone to take a plane with Zhang Kui to London. We will make a table of his detailed itinerary every day and send it to your email on time."
"Okay, just pay close attention." Jingting hung up the phone.
At this time, Li Mi came in and watched him put down his phone, "What are you paying close attention to? Have you done anything big recently?"
"It's just a project." Jingting got up and walked around the desk, holding her half-cared, "Your brother is leaving, won't you go and see him off?"
“Where to go?”
"Get medical records in New York." Jingting said proudly.
Li Mi was surprised, "Has he told you?" I don't know yet!
"Um!"
"It's not bad!" Li Mi rubbed him with her shoulder, "When did the relationship get so good? I'm not jealous?"
"I'll beat you up!" Jingting pinched her face.
"Oh! It hurts!"
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Mo Jingyao, who had just been discharged from the hospital, returned to Mo Fan and Han Jiamei's villa. She did not tell Jiamei about her leg injury and hospitalization.
As soon as I returned to my room, my cell phone rang.
She stared at her and showed off for a few seconds. What an unexpected surprise, how could the Writers Association call?
Mo Jingyao carefully connected, "Hello Chairman Cai."
"Jing Yao, there is a young writer creation exchange meeting in New York, and there is another place. Do you have time?" The kind voice of the middle-aged woman came.
"When?" Mo Jingyao writes full-time and likes to travel. She has to take care of her without getting married or having children. She is very free to come and go.
"You can prepare the plane at 6 pm now. The large army gathers at the airport. I'll pull you into the group. You contact Director Rong. She is the leader of this event. Do you have her WeChat?
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"Some, some, I know her." Mo Jingyao said, "I am very grateful to the organization for its trust. I will pack up my things right away."
In fact, being able to go out to communicate with the leaders of the Writers Association is itself a recognition, and it is rare to get together with the bigwigs in the literary and artistic circles.
There are so many members of the association. If it is not outstanding, such limited opportunities will not fall on the head casually.
Soon Mo Jingyao packed up her things and she started rushing to the airport.
Ding's Group.
In the Chinese-style president's office, Tingyun came in, "Mr. Ding, the work in recent days has been handed over."
"The air ticket is booked, at 6 pm." Ding Xiangwei stood in front of him, holding his shoulders with both hands, "Be careful when you are going to New York this time."
I really feel that my father is worried when he walks thousands of miles away.
"You must take care of yourself too." Tingyun has never left him since he returned to China.
The father and son looked at each other affectionately for a few seconds.
"Let's go." Tingyun's lips raised slightly, then turned around and left.
Ding Xiangwei watched his son's tall figure disappear at the door. He always had a hint of elegance and calmness, and he had a strong sense of responsibility.
He is often proud of having such a son.
An hour later, on flight Ca818 to New York, passengers began to board the plane in turn.
Tingyun came up, he wrote down the seat on his boarding pass and found it quickly. He sat down at the window, and the position next to the window was empty.
The passengers on the plane were of high quality, and they were dressed up beautifully and not noisy at all. This chapter has been completed!