Gong Beize followed her back to the center of the office, and then said in a natural voice: "Let's stay here for now, it's very late, and everyone must be hungry. Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."
He deliberately made room for these two people.
Feng Moyan didn't stop him.
Wang Cheng was also very eye-catching and immediately stood up to invite several directors and the large legal circle. The group of people left one after another.
Yang Qianyu stood aside with a smile on her face and waited until they all left before slowly stepping forward.
When walking around his desk, he put down his bag.
Feng Moyan tacitly turned his seat to face her, with a faint smile on his tired handsome face, and held her hand: "Why are you here so suddenly? Check the post?"
Yang Qianyu glanced at him and didn't bother to answer, "If I didn't come, wouldn't you tell me anything?"
Such a big matter was related to Feng Yun's life and death, but he didn't tell him immediately.
Presumably, he planned to hide it.
Thinking of this, Yang Qianyu's face was slightly angry, and she looked at him condescendingly: "Have we agreed that we won't hide anything anymore? Or do you think that I can't help you and it's a waste of time to talk?"
"How could it be?" The man held her hands, pulled her closer, then buried his face in her arms, holding her quietly, and his tone became hoarse, "I'm too busy... busy.
I didn’t even have time to take a sip of water, and I didn’t even have time to tell you.”
This is the truth.
But what's more true is that he really doesn't want to tell Qianqian, doesn't want her to worry, and doesn't want her to help him desperately.
Feng Yun's current situation is a bit like a bottomless pit. Unless a large amount of funds are injected to fill it up to the bottom, otherwise, if you invest in a small amount, you will only be submerged and swallowed up.
But he knew that this woman looked delicate, but in fact she was fierce and brave in what she did.
He was afraid that he would not be able to persuade her.
So I really wanted to hide it.
But with her keenness and intelligence, even if he tried to hide it, he couldn't hide it for more than a few days.
Once Feng Yun suspends trading, she will know the seriousness of the situation.
Yang Qianyu originally wanted to call an army to hold him accountable, but who knew that he suddenly showed weakness and hugged her so softly that her words were weak, which made her heart soften all of a sudden.
Putting her hands on his shoulders, she sighed helplessly and said angrily: "Don't think that because you are like this, I won't be angry."
"I know you won't..." The man's handsome face nuzzled into her arms, breathing in her breath, and his heart, which had been agitated and busy all day, instantly felt at peace.
He closed his eyes and calculated that there was nothing the woman could do to him, and his tone of voice became softer: "You won't be willing to be angry with me..."
The office is large, the lights are bright, and the surroundings are quiet.
Outside, the night scene is bustling, with thousands of lights and people buzzing.
Yang Qianyu stood there, letting him hold her, as if they were the only two people cuddling together in the vast sea of people. The feeling of heart-to-heart connection made the little dissatisfaction in her heart have long been transformed by his coquettish behavior.
For nothing.
Yes, she doesn't want to be angry.
The two of them had gone through so much, including life and death, before they finally managed to see the moonlight through the clouds.
Now, she doesn't want to waste time getting angry and arguing.
Thinking that he said he was too busy to drink water, Yang Qianyu lightly pushed his shoulder and wanted to leave.
But the man misunderstood. He raised his head from her arms, his handsome face twisted slightly: "What's wrong? Are you really angry?"
"Am I such a narrow-minded person?" She lowered her eyebrows, looked at the man and said something arrogantly, and then explained, "Didn't you mean that you didn't have time to drink water after a busy day? I'm going to get you some water."
They are all mute."
Mr. Feng immediately smiled, smiling like a big boy, then tightened his arms, hugged her again, and buried his head in her arms again.
"No need..." He still said in the same tone, gently and slowly, "It's so comfortable to hold you. Let me hold you for a while..."
Yang Qianyu was so disturbed by his gesture that her heart almost melted.
I thought that I couldn't help anyone else, so it would be good to be his human body pillow, so I just stood there and let him act coquettishly.
Her hand fell on the man's shoulder smoothly, and she helped him press and hold it.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Feng enjoyed it and hummed: "The cervical spine is also uncomfortable..."
She raised her eyebrows slightly, turned her soft fingers, and landed on the back of his neck: "Here? Or here?"
"Well, it hurts too...and a little sore -"
Qianqian pressed it hard and asked him while pressing: "Is this okay?"
"Well, it's very comfortable...hiss..."
"pain?"
"No, it's soreness..."
"Have you been going to the hospital for rehabilitation these days?"
"I went yesterday, but I really don't have time today."
"Can you walk again?"
"Not yet..."
Afraid that he was acting too hastily, Yang Qianyu comforted him casually and calmly: "It's okay. This recovery is already very fast. Take your time."
"Um……"
The two chatted leisurely, and Mr. Feng also enjoyed a "love" massage.
The depression and irritability that originally enveloped my heart dissipated a lot unconsciously.
After a while, Feng Moyan looked up from her arms, his deep eyes full of love and smile, "I heard your stomach growling."
"Nonsense, it's already eight o'clock, and I'm already hungry. Xixi called me several times and asked me when I would come home for dinner." Yang Qianyu's hands were sore, so she stepped back when she saw him sitting up.
He stopped and said, "Let's clean up and go back to eat."
But Feng Moyan looked at her eagerly and said regretfully: "I still have things to do..."
She was stunned for a moment, and her eyes met the man's. The tranquility and warmth just now were suddenly replaced by haze.
She asked seriously: "Is the situation very bad?"
Feng Moyan was afraid that she would be angry, so he didn't dare to hide it anymore. He nodded and said, "There is a high probability that he will suspend trading to save himself."
"If trading is suspended, how long is the buffer time?"
"According to regulations, it can take up to ten days."
If trading is suspended due to share reform, trading will usually have to be resumed in about ten days, otherwise the negative impact on the company will be fatal.
Ten days...
Yang Qianyu had a plan in mind and comforted her: "I believe you can do it. The worst result is that you temporarily lose your position as President Feng Yun, but I think with your ability, it is only a matter of time before you regain the initiative.
"
After saying this, she smiled again, "Besides, don't you still have me? My career is in full swing, and I won't have a problem supporting you."
"Well..." Feng Moyan nodded with a smile, took her hand, and kneaded it for her every now and then to relieve the fatigue from the massage he just gave him, "With your words, I won't have anything to worry about."
It was getting late, and Yang Qianyu thought she had to go back to spend time with the children.
Since he couldn't leave, she had no choice but to call Wang Cheng and ask them to pack a dinner and bring it back after they finished eating.
After hanging up the phone, she worriedly warned: "No matter how busy you are, you must pay attention to your health. Only after you have eaten will you have the strength to continue working."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Then...should I go back first?"
The man looked at her reluctantly and suddenly said: "Help me up and down."