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Chapter 105
The word fiance sounded like a slap in the head to Song Yuran, and it knocked her out of her mind, and her shocked expression froze on her face.
Her thoughts were chaotic in an instant, and she had never heard Huo Qingzhi mention it. Countless uncontrolled assumptions flashed through her mind, making her mood very complicated.
Not only Song Yuran, but the person concerned also frowned in an instant, and withdrew his hand that was going to pick up the food, "Why didn't I know about this?"
"You were young at that time, so of course you didn't know." Faced with doubts, Su Zhouyun said without changing his face, ignoring his wife's suspicious eyes, and continued: "Your mother entrusted you to me before she died, and she is not only worried about the companyThe matter, and your life-long event, that is a good child."
Huo Qing subconsciously held Song Yuran's hand from under the table, looked directly into Su Zhouyun's eyes, and questioned, "Why are you telling me this now?"
Su Zhouyun didn't answer her question directly, and continued: "He looks very upright, a highly educated talent, an executive of a foreign company with an annual salary of one million, and the conditions are very good." She paused, and added: "It happens that people alsoIt’s good to get in touch with you when you’re coming back.”
Song Yuran felt uncomfortable being introduced to his girlfriend in front of him, especially Su Zhouyun's high-quality qualifications, as if the subtext was saying that his qualifications were not good enough, and he was not worthy of Huo Qingzhi.
This made her feel very embarrassed. She wanted to refute Su Zhouyun, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she had no confidence at all.
Coupled with the "children" set up since childhood, when Song Yuran thought of Huo Qingzhi's obsession with his mother, the air suddenly became heavy, making her breathless.
She stood up suddenly from the chair, "Sorry, I just remembered something, so I'm going back first." After speaking, she hurriedly left the dining room.
"Yu Ran!" Huo Qingzhi put down his chopsticks and was about to chase her, but was stopped by Su Zhouyun.
"You follow up now, are you ready to say something?" Su Zhouyun said.
Huo Qingzhi stopped walking, turned to look at Su Zhouyun, and unconsciously tightened the hand hanging by his side.
"Marriage is a lifetime thing. I don't care about his fiancé or anything else. Even if it is my mother's decision, the person I believe will not change."
"Aren't you aware of the problem?" Su Zhouyun said, "Her confidence is the empty shell you gave her. When she encountered such a thing, she didn't even have the courage to stand up to refute me and declare her sovereignty. How could you stillDo you expect her to be someone you trust with all your heart? Even if you act like nothing happened now, what about after that?"
"As I said, your fiancé is a good person in all aspects. As businessmen, we should seek advantages and avoid disadvantages."
"She's not a commodity! It's not a transaction!" Huo Qingzhi corrected her, a little annoyed, "Does love have to be right? Taking a step back, even if she has soft food, I'm willing to give it to her!"
"..." Su Zhouyun sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.
Song Yuran, who came out of Su's house, took a breath of cool wind, which hit her face coldly, but she was still very irritable. She stood at the door and waited for a while, but turned her head and did not see Huo Qingzhi chasing him out.
Feeling more wronged, she took out the car keys and planned to drive away, but when she got to the car, she thought that Huo Qingzhi didn't drive.
Still relented, he threw the car keys on the front cover of the car, and took a taxi back by himself.
On the way home, Song Yuran felt more and more aggrieved. Today, when she went to Su Zhouyun's house, she wanted to please the two elders, but she didn't expect to come directly to show her off. Huo Qingzhi not only didn't chase him out, he didn't even make a phone call.
Will she marry an excellent fiancé?This assumption suddenly arose in Song Yuran's mind, and he remembered what Huo Qingzhi said, that he hadn't considered getting married when he was with her, and his heart was even more sour.
Song Yuran didn't go back to Huo Qing's house, but took a taxi back to her own home. It had been a while since the team building, and the furniture was covered with a thin layer of dust.
She stood in the living room for a while, not knowing what she was thinking, she was lost.
Until the notification sound from the phone brought her back to her senses, she turned on the phone with full anticipation, but it was not a message from Huo Qingzhi, but an advertisement push.
She pursed her lower lip, threw her phone on the sofa, opened the French windows and walked into the balcony.
The sun that has entered autumn is not as fierce as summer, Song Yuran put his hands on the railing and looked at the distant scenery.
It extends into a stretch of green hills, and closer to it are high-rise buildings, the iconic real estate style, which is a residential building with every inch of gold.
My mind was awakened by a burst of crying. The people downstairs began to help with homework. was so angry that beat the child, and the beaten child cried loudly.
Looking at the residential building opposite, on the balcony directly opposite, you can see the young couple inside. The man is wearing a tank top with his legs crossed while watching TV while drinking beer, and the woman is holding the baby and breastfeeding.
Before that, she felt that everything here was full of life, and that ordinary people could also have the little fortunes in life.
But lived in Huo Qing’s house for a while, and the corridors of the high-end residential complex are cleaned by cleaning aunts every day. There is almost no garbage in sight, no spitting people, and no young couples quarreling or violent homework tutoring..
The world with her seems to be completely two worlds, just like her and Huo Qingzhi, except that love connects them now, but there is still a gap between them.
Song Yuran looked into the distance, and there was a new building being built, with a banner hanging on the green outer cloth, the new building was for sale, as low as 70,000 per square meter.
The hand holding onto the railing tightened unconsciously, and she suddenly felt that she shouldn't live this kind of life, that she shouldn't live this life in mediocrity, otherwise, like today, facing Su Zhouyun's attack, she wouldn't even have the courage to speak up.
Finally ran away like a stray dog.
The cell phone in the living room rang, and Song Yuran returned to the house, it was Huo Qingzhi who called.
The moment Song Yuran saw the note displayed on the screen of the phone, Song Yuran felt as if she had been electrified, and she paused for a second before picking it up.
"Yu Ran..." The voice on the other end was very soft, and after a pause of two seconds, he said, "I'm back, why aren't you at home?"
Song Yuran lowered her head, unconsciously clutching her hands on her knees, and said with an unconscious grievance in her voice, "I'm going back to my house."
There was a brief silence at the other end, and no one spoke.
In the end, Huo Qingzhi said: "Don't take what Aunt Yun said to you. I only found out about my fiancé. I won't accept him."
"I..." She paused, her voice was very soft, "It's you that I like, and it has nothing to do with me."
For some reason, Song Yuran had a sore nose and shed tears without warning. The grievance and resentment in her heart disappeared at this moment.
As long as you coax me, I will be very happy.
She suppressed her crying to prevent the other party from finding out, and said, "I will work hard, you...wait for me."
...
After that day, as if nothing happened, the two continued their love.
It's just that the focus of Song Yuran's life has shifted from love to work.
The crew Su Zhouyun introduced was for a modern idol drama. Before contacting the director, he thought it would be easy to get costume sponsorship. After all, the brand is willing to provide costumes for free, and no director would refuse.
But they underestimated the fierce competition for clothing sponsorship. Because it was a TV series with a large investment, there were many brands they wanted to sponsor, including the well-known big brand 'Louden'. The director was confused and decided to let these brands compete for a competition.
First, it can test the strength of each brand, and second, it can also raise the threshold of the crew. It is also a sense of accomplishment to see a few brands squeezed out.
The rules of the competition are very simple, as long as the crew is satisfied, then they can get the qualification to sponsor costumes.
However, there is no requirement for the content of the competition. The director informed the brand of the candidates for the role of the heroine, as well as the outline of the script. Others are free to play, and three works need to be provided.
As we all know, the less requirements there are, the more difficult it is. In order to win this cooperation, Huo Qingzhi attaches great importance to it.
She called in several managers to advise on known leads.
"I've read the content of the script. The heroine's growth path is divided into three stages: the slum girl, the counterattacking professional elite, and the love period."
Su Yiqiao, the general manager of the design department, was the first to speak. She wrote on the whiteboard with a writing pen.
"And the crew gave three works. I think it is obvious that we hope that we can design costumes based on the three stages of the heroine."
"Government girls, of course, want to be youthful and beautiful, and elites in the workplace wear high-end business attire. As for the dating period, with the current development of TV dramas, the makeup of the heroine will inevitably become warmer. We will design skirts to highlightGentle and sweet."
After listening to Su Yiqiao's summary, Song Yuran only had two words left in his mind: incisive!
Or how to say it is a gold-plated designer, the explanation is concise and to the point.
Everyone at the scene echoed, and suddenly someone said: "But, will the director give us such an obvious message? If we can analyze the meaning, then other companies will naturally be able to guess. If the topics are the same, thenHow do we stand out from these brands?"
These words stumped everyone present, even Huo Qingzhi fell silent.
Su Yiqiao thought for a while and said, "If the idea is right, the design department can produce a few more designs, and if you choose from them, there will always be a suitable one."
In the end, there was no reason. Seeing that the delivery date was tight, Huo Qingzhi could only agree to Su Yiqiao's proposal. No matter what, let's take a look.
Back at the office, seeing that Huo Qingzhi was still frowning, the little secretary poured her a cup of black tea, and squeezed her shoulders like a dog.
"Hasn't the theme of the film crew's campaign been decided? Why do you still look worried?"
"I always feel that something is wrong." Huo Qingzhi frowned, "The operation manager's words are also reasonable. If you just make a fuss about the heroine's life background, isn't the answer too obvious?"
Song Yuran didn't think too much about it, "Sometimes the simpler things are, the easier it is to think complicated. Maybe the director thinks the same way. Let us guess, but the answer is right in front of us."
"I just don't think it's that simple." Huo Qingzhi sighed, "If you have time, find me the director's detailed information, such as hobbies, life history and so on."
"Okay." Song Yuran squeezed her shoulders, "I'll go to Pintao's headquarters later to discuss new features, and I'll sort out the director's information when I come back later."
"I'll see if I can touch the opponent's bottom."
Speaking of which, the director has a bad taste, and he pulled the heads of several competing brands together into a group, calling it communication. It was quite lively at first, and there was a harmonious scene in the group, especially the rich and powerful Lu Chengyuan in the group.Send red envelopes.
"Huh?" Just after opening the group chat, the number displayed next to the group name dropped from the original two digits to one digit at some point.
Clicking on the group of friends, Huo Qingzhi couldn't help but wonder: "Why are the people in charge of those companies not in the group?"
"Does it need to be said?" Song Yuran said disapprovingly, "Lu Deng must have bought it with money."
As soon as the news of the competition came out, Luden approached them and said that he wanted to pay them to give up the chance of this election.
Anyone who is not stupid knows that this is an advertising effect with low cost and high return, and Watson is particularly lacking in publicity now, so naturally he will not let go of such an opportunity and reject it directly.
Song Yuran glanced at the time door, and quickly said: "I'm going to go shopping, don't be late, I'm leaving first."
Huo Qingzhi looked out of the window, and there were dark clouds, and reminded: "It seems to be raining, remember to bring an umbrella."
"Got it!" She waved her hand, "It's in the car! Send me a message about what you want to eat, and I'll bring it back for you!"
Walking downstairs in the company, Song Yuran remembered that the car was being sent for maintenance, and was too lazy to go upstairs again. It happened that the bus came and got on the car directly.
It's been a while since went to Pintao's headquarters last time. In just two months, Mr. Lei changed his office building again. This time it seems to be a single office building.
Song Yuran couldn't help but sigh with emotion, e-commerce is to make money, otherwise Ma can always become the richest man.
The disadvantage is that it is a little far from the bus station, and you have to walk for ten minutes after getting off the bus.
What she didn't expect was that just halfway there, it suddenly started to rain cats and dogs, which caught her off guard.
I hurriedly found an eaves to shelter from the rain, and took out a tissue to wipe off my clothes and jacket, but regretted not listening to Huo Qingzhi and bringing an umbrella out.
She looked at the sky, and it seemed that there was no plan to stop the rain in the short time, but there were no convenience stores nearby that were visible to the naked eye, and she couldn't go to the meeting in the rain, which was too reckless.
Seeing that the time limit was getting tighter and it was too late to move rescuers, Song Yuran was caught in a dilemma.
A car drove over, afraid of being splashed in the water, she subconsciously hid a little, and the car consciously slowed down when passing by.
Quite qualified, Song Yuran thought.
The car drove forward a few meters, then slowly backed up.
Just when she was wondering what the owner of the car was going to do, the window of the car was lowered, and a black folding umbrella was handed out from the car.
"Do you need an umbrella? I have it. You can use it." The owner of the car was a man. Song Yuran glanced at him hurriedly. He was clean and dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He didn't look like a loafer.
Song Yuran's conditioned reflex was to wave her hand to refuse. She didn't know the owner of the car, let alone accept an umbrella handed over by a stranger. Who knows if he wanted to strike up a conversation.
"I think you are here to work, right? It's not good to be late. I'll just park in the underground parking lot later. If I don't need an umbrella, I can use it for you."
Song Yuran was shaken, the time gate was indeed tense, and he couldn't rush into the rain, so an umbrella was really needed at this time.
"Thank you." After only two seconds of hesitation, Song Yuran took the umbrella and took out another 100 yuan from his bag, "We are strangers, I don't like to owe favors, this umbrella is myI bought it from you."
"No need." The man couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm not here to sell you umbrellas."
Song Yuran didn't care about the three seven twenty-one, one hundred yuan was thrown in directly from the window, opened the umbrella and quickly plunged into the rain.
The action of throwing money is so chic, and Song Yuran feels a lot of pain afterwards. It is too expensive to spend a hundred yuan to buy an umbrella, and my wife lost another hundred yuan, so mad!
It also makes sense for some people to leave the singles at the age of 26.