When is the wedding? Gu Xijun curled up on the sofa, living like a wounded little wildcat: brother, what day is it?
A long period of silence ensued. Gu Bo Qiao seemed reluctant to mention much about his father's marriage, but he couldn't withstandGu Xijun's grinding mouth and replied helplessly, Next Sunday.
He's planning a big feast at the Grand Hyatt, right? Knowing your father is like knowing your daughter, Gu Weiye's mind. How could she not guess? It's just that his mother has been gone for less than a year, and he can't wait to renew his marriage, can he afford to let the original spouse down in the grave?
When the words were spoken, Gu Bo Qiao began to regret it, and urged: Xiao Jun, don't stir up any more trouble. Dad has his own ideas, as children we can not change too much, it is better to accept the reality.
Brother don't worry, I won't be impulsive this time, I just want to go and see what that woman looks like. After saying that, Gu Xijun hung up the line ruthlessly and lay on the sofa alone, her mood as if she had fallen into an ice hole.
That night, Gu Xijun curled up in the sofa and slept through the night in a haze. She woke up with nightmares, then went back to sleep. Over and over again, her mind was exhausted.
She was nestled at home alone on Sunday, and Cheng Zihao unprecedentedly did not call her.
A sense of loneliness arose, and for the first time, Gu Xijun felt a sense of helplessness as she drifted in a foreign land. Like the leaves that were gradually turning yellow in the fall, they were shaking and going with the wind.
It was a new week, and the moment Gu Xijun stepped into the office, it was obvious that the atmosphere was different from the past. She had just sat down when she returned to her seat, and Liang Hang had already dialed the intercom on his desktop, his voice had a kind of joy that he couldn't hide.
Gu, come to my office right away.
With a puzzled mood, Gu Xijun knocked on the door of Liang Hang's office.
The moment he pushed the door in, Liang Hang lifted his head, his face exuded a strange glow, a smile covered his clean face: there is a good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?
Good news. Gu Xijun blurted out.
Liang Hang stood up from his seat and walked around to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, his tall figure looked a little thin, probably because he had stayed up late and worked overtime continuously for some time before.
Ding Hui called me this morning and said that the publicity part of Qifan network marketing is the responsibility of our company. Liang Hang's side face was covered with a layer of golden powder by the autumn sunshine, which was very nice.
For this sudden news, Gu Xijun was shocked and asked rhetorically, "Isn't the case of Qifan we can't catch? How can ...
Liang Hang clasped his hands on his chest, swayed a few steps in front of the window, and said in a serious tone: Yesterday, Qifan's senior management organized an emergency meeting, saying that the publicity budget for the new product launch has increased, and that they plan to invest in the piece of network marketing. But the traditional publicity on the side of Yuan Yi is already very tight, Qifan can only re-find new advertisers to cooperate.
So Qifan found us? Gu Xijun was a bit puzzled, she originally thought that she only owed two meals to Cheng Zihao, but now that the company and Qifan were officially working together, wouldn't there be a lot of chances to meet up in the future?
Thinking of Cheng Zihao's line about meeting on a narrow path, Gu Xijun felt her toes tingle.
Liang Hang's palm landed heavily on the desktop folder, looking grave: Qifan came with a request, saying that the network's publicity wanted to change the traditional style and use hand-drawn ideas. This is your specialty, make sure you work hard.
Gu Xijun was completely speechless, could it be that Cheng Zihao was doing it on purpose?
After fuming for a full minute, she asked again with trepidation, What's the bad news?