Don’t Turn from Summer

The lights are bright and the clothes are fragrant.

The bustling night of the city is reflected in the background of the floor-to-ceiling windows. In Xu Xu's music, most of the men present are successful men. Of course, there are also women, female bosses who are older and look stronger than men, or young and pleasant female secretaries brought by the bosses.

Mu Hanxia wore a black evening dress, but she did not reveal her back or her thighs, and she cut smoothly. The long hair was simply curled up and a crystal bun was worn. She stood by the small bar deep inside the hall, eating some snacks casually.

A man noticed her, came over with red wine, and touched her gently: "What's the name?"

Mu Hanxia smiled: "Fangyi Group, Mu Hanxia."

The two briefly said a few words, Mu Hanxia said, "I'll go there."

The man bowed his farewell.

Mu Hanxia went to the corner of no one, leaning against the window, a little boring. The dinner has not yet begun. Looking around, everyone on the sofa, in the hallway, and at the round table laughed and talked. They are all the same kind of people, the most successful type of society in terms of economic value. Every time she attends such a party, she will see that some people are particularly enthusiastic and learn from the camp. Some people seem jerky and try to integrate. But more people are calm.

But in fact, she has always been less interested in such occasions that require long sleeves and good dancing. Before ... When I followed Lin Mochen, it was just when I first came into contact with these occasions, I had to work hard, laugh hard, adapt, and contribute even a little commercial value to Feng Chen. But in fact, I feel boring. Might as well let her mingle with the workers and masters in the factory, or immerse herself in the office to design marketing solutions.

She thought with such self-deprecation, and looked down at her watch again. The dinner was about to start, but Lu Zhang hadn't arrived yet. This young master, is it necessary to release her pigeons?

This afternoon, she also called him to confirm: "Mr. Lu, the dinner is at 8 pm, and we are in formal dress. We need the help of many departments and partners to promote the transformation of the division. This occasion is very important , You must come. "

At that time, Lu Zhang answered lazily, "I see. I'm dead."

I don't know if he went out. But Mu Hanxia did not intend to force it.

The ballroom is on the first floor. By the window she leaned against, there was a large garden outside, and the entrance to the conference center could be clearly seen. She stood idly for a while, saw a black car and drove into the conference center.

There was a conversation next to him: "I heard that the Fengchen Group has arrived."

"Are they ceo coming?" Said another.

Mu Hanxia always looked at the door.

No wonder everyone is paying attention. In recent years, the domestic economic situation has been bad, and the strongest and best performers are lords. Therefore, every action of Fengchen, a commercial giant, has caught the attention of the business community.

First in line is the black Audi. The waiter trot to open the door of the back seat and saw a man in his over thirty suit getting out of the car. He was born with a square-faced eyebrow, a deep-looking face, and a magnificent look. Mu Hanxia has seen his photos, and the current CEO of Fengchen Group is well known. He is a hard-working and aggressive person who is very famous in the business world.

At this time, the person next to him said, "Isn't Zhou Zhishu's car Bentley? Why did you lower your style today and take an Audi?"

His companion said, "Hey, didn't you see, there is a car behind him."

Mu Hanxia looked at it momentarily.

After Zhou Zhishu got out of the car, he didn't go in immediately, but stood still. A young man got in the other car behind, and walked over quickly, without letting the doorman approach, but opened the back door of the second Cayenne in person.

The dark car door slowly opened, and the figure sitting in the back seat was faintly visible.

Mu Hanxia turned and left the window.

——

Spring evening in Beijing, still a little chill. Mu Hanxia has reached the other side of the banquet hall and pushed open the door. Outside the door is a quiet garden.

She walked down the steps, and the cool wind came over, as if to dispel the messy emotions in people's hearts. She lifted the skirt, and although it was out of place, she sat down on the steps. Then he looked up and looked at the dark and still flowers and grass, the sky filled with clouds, the faint moon.

With a squeak, the door behind him was pushed open. Mu Hanxia was so tight that he couldn't turn around.

But I heard Lu Zhang's scattered voice sound: "Hey, you ordered me to come here like a ghost, and ran here lazily to blow hair?"

Mu Hanxia was in a loose mood, smiled, and looked up at him.

Lu Zhangyu took a moment. One was that she didn't expect her to look so pretty, and the other was that she suddenly smiled at him so brilliantly and did nothing like that superwoman.

"What are you doing here?" He stood with her hands in his pants pockets.

"Nothing, it's breathable." Mu Hanxia stood up and patted the ash on her skirt. Lu Zhang watched her carefree gesture very unexpectedly, and then heard her say calmly, "Let's go in."

Lu Zhang hummed gently and followed her into it.

I don't know if it's Mu Hanxia's illusion. The atmosphere in the hall seems to be a little warm with the arrival of Feng Chen's people. She and Lu Zhang stood by a small bar. She took a glass of white water and drank slowly. Lu Zhang picked a glass of red wine and drank boringly. Opposite the two of them, at the corner of the hall, in a relatively quiet place, there were several couches. Many people gathered there at this time.

"The city leader has arrived." Someone said next, "Where are you talking to Chairman Fengchen?"

"Their chairman is here too? It's strange. Haven't they been seen for a few years?"

...

Mu Hanxia frowned. Lu Zhang raised an eyebrow and looked up.

After a while, Mu Hanxia looked up.

The lighting is very quiet, and the woven sofas are rich and luxurious. In the two sofas where the stars hold the moon, she first saw Zhou Zhisu, and she was talking with a smile. Opposite him, there should be a city leader sitting in a simple and amiable dress.

He also sat there.

Dark black suit, white shirt, dark grey tie. Clean short hair and fair face. As if nothing has changed in six years.

But if you look closely, it still changes. He was thirty-three, and his cheekbones were a little tougher than when he was 26. The silhouette of the man is deeper. But those eyes haven't changed, deep, black, like the reefs on the bottom of the sea. In this bustling room full of gold and luxury, he seems to have his unique silence and depth.

Mu Hanxia imagined reuniting with him thousands of times. But when this moment really came, it turned out to be so quiet. She stood behind them, staring at him quietly.

The eyes suddenly became uncontrollably wet. She breathed slowly and pressed down calmly.

Like, if any. With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his head and looked straight towards her.

The eyes of the two were silent.

In the hustle and bustle hall, in this drunken gold fan, no one noticed that their eyes met.

Mu Hanxia looked at his handsome face. The smile on the corner of his mouth had not faded, but she could clearly see that there was no smile in his eyes. Very quiet, as if only looking at her alone, as if she didn't look at her at all.

Then slowly, he looked away. As if she was outside the sea, she didn't exist at all.

Mu Hanxia also looked away, and she held the cup and drank. But the entrance of white water turned out to be bitter.

Lu Zhang, who had been silent next to Leng Buding, suddenly said, "Hey, carol, did you notice that Lin Mochen was looking at me? What did he see me do? Provocation?"

Mu Hanxia froze, turned to look at him, smiled, and said, "Relax, he doesn't need to challenge you at all."

Lu Zhang gave her a white look.

At this time, all the surrounding conversations and laughter were a little vague in Lin Mochen's ears. He squinted his eyes, refusing to let him see her direction in this large court.

She finally returned to the direction in his vision.

Zhou Zhishu said at this time: "Is there the Prince of Fangyi Group?"

Lin Mochen remained silent.

Someone replied, "Yes, Lu Zhang. Next to them is their new vice president of the business department, called Mu Hanxia. It is a returnee."

The opposite city leader also looked back and smiled: "Lao Lu is bold and eclectic, and his son and the vice president who is invited are so young. Mo Chen, you are about the same age when you started your business? Young and promising. "

"Yes," Lin Mochen replied, "younger and more promising than me."

——

The size of the banquet was not small, so Mu Hanxiala landed on camphor and sat down at the last table. Lu Zhang naturally relaxes. Lin Mochen was naturally sitting at the front of the first table, which was almost invisible from the back. So until the end of the banquet, the two never met again.

The night breeze slowly, Mu Hanxia taxied back to the apartment downstairs.

In the end, it was a bit of an ups and downs, remembering the eyes he had just looked at, and he looked away indifferently. Mu Hanxia was a little lost, walking slowly along the gravel path downstairs.

At the door of the building, he pulled out the card, swiped the door open, and walked in.

The first-floor apartment has a lobby on the first floor, which is small in size, but exquisitely decorated, with crystal lamps hanging, and sofas and coffee tables for temporary rest.

Mu Hanxia walked in and saw an individual sitting on the sofa.

He didn't take off his black coat, just sat there. The long legs overlap, and the coat cuffs reveal a black suit. He lowered his head and was reading the magazine. Hearing footsteps, he put down the magazine and looked up.

Mu Hanxia lived.

Suddenly, she felt that this scene seemed to have known each other.

When is it

Oh yes. It was in Lin City, the days when they stayed in the hotel together, the days when they were together. The day I met Chen Sijin and her boyfriend. He did the same, sitting at the hotel's convenience store door, took a magazine to read, and waited for her.

It was not a memory she was willing to look back on. Because it was that night they stepped into their opponent's trap. But seeing him there tonight, she suddenly remembered that night. It had nothing to do with conspiracy or confession, but he waited patiently for her.

Thoughts just passed by. Mo Hanxia calmed down for a moment, watching him stare at her, and then stood up.

She was silent for a moment and smiled: "Long Dong, I haven't seen you in a long time."

He also had a moment of silence, then laughed: "Long-term see ... summer."