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The company finally decided to cooperate with Laisen Group to produce [Mengbao No. 1]. The two parties re-drafted the contract. Laisen Group has related companies. After the cooperation was finalized, [Mengbao No. 1] began to be produced in various regions.
No need to worry about inventory problems, each sales point no longer sells [Cute Baby No. 1] in limited quantities every day, sales have skyrocketed, and the construction of a new factory has officially begun.
All the problems that have arisen since the launch of [Mengbao No. 1] have been solved one by one, and the company's development is on the right track. Jiang Mo, who has been busy for more than half a year, is finally free.
Gu Zheng continued to stay in the Flower Country. He transferred the relevant team from the Laisen headquarters, handed over the follow-up matters of the cooperation with Turing Technology, and began to fly between the M Country and the Flower Country.
Although a vice president has been promoted to manage the headquarters, there are many internal involvements in Laisen Group. It is impossible for Gu Zheng to completely let go, at least not yet.
He usually flies to Hua Country once every two weeks, each time on the weekend. He stays with Jiang Mo for two days and flies back to Country M on Sunday night.
Jiang Mo is also busy during this period, and no matter how busy he is, he will always spare his weekends for Gu Zheng. This is the world where they have spent the shortest time together since they fell in love. Precisely because of the short time together, they will cherish every minute and every second they spend together. This is a completely different feeling than before.
Every separation is for the next reunion. We have been looking forward to it since we separated. Two weeks is not long but not short either. This expectation has been brewing over time and suddenly bursts out the next time we meet, making the reunion feel particularly beautiful. .
"It's leisure, but compared to the previous busyness, work is still going on, but there is no need to work crazy overtime just to free up a weekend.
There is still no progress in the [Fireworks] matter. Jiang Mo is not surprised by this result. If something was found out so easily, it would not have been so many years in the original world before this organization was solved by the protagonist.
Jiang Mo made a cup of coffee, added two tablespoons of sugar, and sat on the tatami by the window. While sipping the coffee, he looked out the window. The world outside was bustling, and the lights outside the window shone through the glass windows. Jiang Mo's handsome face reflected Mingming Mingming's loneliness.
Today is Friday, and usually Gu Zheng would be by his side at this time, but today Gu Zheng had something to do and didn't come over.
Habit is really a terrible thing. No matter how he makes excuses for himself, Jiang Mo has to admit that he misses that person very much now.
What is he doing? Did you miss him? Will he come tomorrow?
Jiang Mo laughed to himself. Before, Gu Zheng called him every night to tell him that he missed her, but he didn't take it seriously. He thought it was just a day's absence, and it was not as exaggerated as he said. Now he understands this feeling. He just talked on the phone in the morning, but now he misses that person so much that he wishes he could fly directly to him and stay with him, so he wouldn't be as lonely as he is now.
Gu Zheng was stopped by the company's affairs and had to stay to deal with urgent matters. He worked overtime and finally completed it. He was called to Mr. Laisen's side by a phone call.
Gu Zheng wanted to finish it quickly so he could go to Jiang Mo. He handed over the work in hand without stopping and drove to the manor.
"Master, I'm waiting for you in the study." The butler took the suit jacket from Gu Zheng's hand, hung it on his arm, and said.
"I see."
Gu Zheng walked quickly to the study room on the second floor and pushed open the heavy wooden door. This study room is large, with numerous bookshelves filled with books of various types, including some unique copies and some handwritten manuscripts.
Old man Laison, who is not young but full of energy, is sitting at the desk, wearing a pair of round-framed glasses. There is a thick open book on the table.
"Grandpa, are you looking for me?"
Old Laisen raised his head, took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said one word: "Sit."
Gu Zheng sat down as he was told.
"Aren't you curious why I came to see you today?" Mr. Laisen is a pure Westerner. He has a pair of blue pupils, like a blue ocean, boundless and inclusive of everything.
He stared at Gu Zheng with his blue eyes. In front of Gu Zheng, he was not the leader of the Laisen clan who wanted to take life and death. He was just a kind elder, a grandfather who owed a lot to his grandson.
Gu Zheng looked at Mr. Laisen calmly, "If grandpa has something to do with me, he will naturally tell me."
"I heard that you have been traveling to the Flower Country very frequently recently. If you hadn't been caught up in the company's affairs today, would you have been in the Flower Country by now?"
Old man Laisen shook his head and continued: "Don't talk about cooperation with me. I know that with Turing KoHe raised his hand and touched the mobile phone on the bedside table. When he looked at the time, it was already ten o'clock.
He accidentally drank too much coffee last night and went to bed very late. Now he got up with a severe headache. He rubbed his temples and looked at his phone again.
The cell phone was blank, with no missed calls or unread text messages. He lifted the quilt and sat up, with the corners of his mouth drooping. Gu Zheng did not call him or send a text message.
Jiang Mo felt a little uncomfortable, whether it was because he was disappointed or something else.
This discomfort went away as quickly as it came. By the time Jiang Mo finished washing and opened the door, the sudden discomfort had disappeared without a trace.
Huh?
The living room is wrong. There is an extra suitcase and the curtains are drawn. Is it Gu Zheng here?
The curtains had a very good shading effect, and the whole room was dim. If Jiang Mo hadn't looked at the time before coming out, he might have felt that it was still dark.
Without turning on the light, Jiang Mo glanced over and found a slight bulge on the big sofa.
Jiang Mo walked lightly and walked to the sofa. Gu Zheng closed his eyes and lay on his back on the sofa, sleeping soundly.
It turns out he came back quietly.
Jiang Mo squatted in front of the sofa and looked at the sleeping man without blinking. He may have stayed up too late recently. Gu Zheng had obvious bruises under his eyes and his face was a little haggard. It was obvious that he was very tired.
Jiang Mo was reluctant to disturb him, got up and walked to the kitchen, intending to find something to eat.
Jiang Mo has gone through so many worlds and has a variety of talents. The only thing he can't learn is cooking. He can follow the recipes to make delicious, delicious and delicious dishes, but it's a pity that he can only watch them, not eat them.
At first, Jiang Mo didn't believe in evil. He found a famous chef. All the steps were done under the strict guidance of the chef. With the same method, what the chef cooked was full of color, flavor and taste. What Jiang Mo cooked was just delicious. The color and fragrance are left. As for the "taste", what is it? Is it a particularly strange smell?
Jiang Mo was convinced now. He comforted himself: If you don¡¯t know how to do it, then you can¡¯t do it. He is only responsible for eating.
Walking into the kitchen, Jiang Mo was about to open the refrigerator. His sharp eyes saw what was on the dining table. He walked over and found that it was a thermos box.
There is a piece of paper under the thermos box, and the writing place is exposed: Momo, there is the breakfast I made this morning in the lunch box. If you are hungry, just open it and eat it. If the breakfast is cold, you can heat it in the microwave.
It¡¯s breakfast made by Gu Zheng.
Opening the thermos box, the aroma of food hit his face. Jiang Mo scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth. It was still hot.
The food box is not big, and there are many kinds of breakfast, all of which Jiang Mo likes to eat. The food is warm and tastes just right. Jiang Mo was already hungry, but these foods appealed to his appetite. Soon, the breakfast in the thermos box was cleared away.
Jiang Mo touched his slightly bulging belly and sighed with satisfaction. The food made by Gu Zheng was still to his liking.
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The phone rang. Jiang Mo picked it up and saw that it was Mrs. Jiang.
"Hey, Mom, why did you call me so early?"
In the past few years, Jiang Mo has been busy with the company, and the number of times Jiang Mo goes home has gradually decreased, but the phone calls with Jiang's father and Jiang's mother have never been interrupted. Every two or three days, he will call home.
Mrs. Jiang¡¯s smiling voice came from the other side of the phone: ¡°You kid, it¡¯s already noon and it¡¯s still early. Did you stay up late again last night?¡±
"After staying up for a while, I just finished eating. Mom, what do you want from me?"
"Isn't it almost the Spring Festival? You are coming back with Mingming this year. You didn't come back last year. You have to come back this year anyway. Don't say you are busy. I have inquired and your company has not been busy recently."
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There are too many pitfalls ahead, so this story may not be finished for the time being. The author should write it slowly and try to write a satisfactory ending.
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