Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

For several days, Zhou Yongan did not appear in Huayu.

Although he did not show up, the wedding candies were arranged very carefully. From the president to the cleaning lady, everyone received a piece of wedding candy wrapped in a beautiful gift box.

Whenever Li Qingwen went in and out, he was always greeted with official congratulations from everyone.

After Assistant Lin went to the Finance Department to submit the travel reimbursement form for last month, he hurried to the Human Resources Department.

He was anxious to push for a process review.

Several recruitment processes have been stuck at the Human Resources Department. The IT Department is unable to grant various permissions to new employees in a timely manner, while department leaders are eager for new employees to start work as soon as possible.

"Assistant Lin, rest assured, the review will be completed today. Please also ask the vice president to give me feedback on any issues with the new employee management regulations before tomorrow."

The Monetary Authority of Singapore recently issued a new set of government requirements for bank management. Some modules require HR to publicize and notify when recruiting new members.

Assistant Lin thought that this matter had come upon him.

"No problem, Director Wen."

As a qualified messenger, Lin Sen reported to Zhou Yongan.

He was about to quietly sort out the new regulations when Zhou Yongan unexpectedly said, "Just send me the information and I'll do it."

Lin Sen was filled with gratitude. He took off his glasses and wiped the lenses. Recently, in order to read the new rules and regulations, his eyesight had become more and more severe.

"Yes, Vice President."

Zhou Yongan received the information, reviewed it carefully, and then compiled his suggestions for revision into an email and sent it to Li Qingwen.

After a while, the DingTalk icon on his computer flashed.

Li Qingwen's profile picture on the left, you can see the message without clicking it: [Vice President, you forgot to add the attachment. ]

Vice President, your tone is truly impartial and impartial.

Zhou Yongan smiled, fixed his eyes on the red dot +1 on the left, and waited.

Five minutes later, there was still no second message.

It was almost time to get off work when Li Qingwen called.

Zhou Yongan: “Hello?”

Li Qingwen answered the call and heard a noisy background and the sound of cups clinking, as if at a dinner party.

She didn't want to rush the process, but the information had to be sorted out and sent to the manufacturer today.

"The email you sent me this afternoon didn't have any attachments. Please send it again." A cold and distant voice.

Zhou Yongan left the table and walked to the corridor: "Are you in a hurry?"

"You need to give it to me today."

"I'll be here for about an hour. Don't order takeout tonight. I'll bring you something to eat when I come back."

Li Qingwen was about to refuse when the phone next to him was hung up.

Half an hour later, Zhou Yongan appeared in Huayu Building.

Wearing an expensive watch and carrying packed food from a five-star hotel, Zhou Yongan hurried to the Human Resources Department.

The office area was empty.

He knocked on the director's office door, but received no response. Li Qingwen had already left.

Zhou Yongan smiled bitterly, put the lunch box on the coffee table, and walked out.

Li Qingwen had just gone to the restroom, and when he returned to the office he saw a lunch box on the table.

The first thing she did was to go to her desk and check her email. Zhou Yongan's attachment was sent two minutes ago.

Worried that the manufacturer would go off work, Li Qingwen quickly sorted out the materials and sent them to the manufacturer.

After finishing, she carefully called the contact person to make sure that the other party had seen it.

After doing all this, the lunch box on the coffee table had already gone cold.

In the tea room, when Lin Sen came over to make coffee, he saw her heating up the rice: "Did Director Wen bring his own food?"

Why bring dinner?

Li Qingwen simply replied: "No."

Then he picked up the cup and drank water, avoiding conversation.

The fragrant smell of food wafted out from the microwave oven, and Lin Sen exclaimed: "What delicious food did you make that smells so good?"

"Oh... shrimps." Li Qingwen opened the microwave.

Lin Sen came over to take a look: "Is it takeout? This packaging... When did Qiantang River support delivery?"

Li Qingwen was too lazy to say more. She returned to the office and sat on the sofa to eat alone. The lunch box contained not only shrimps, but also five or six dishes such as sweet and sour pork ribs and cold seaweed, all of which were her favorites.

These days, Li Qingwen goes home by bus alone.

The murderer has been caught, the knife hanging over people's heads has disappeared, and the already safe city has returned to its former peace.

When he returned to Jiyue Mansion, the lights were on in Mrs. Tian's house. Li Qingwen thought that Mrs. Tian had come back to get something and didn't pay much attention to it.

In the following days, she worked step by step, commuting between the company and Jiyue Mansion every day. Except for being occasionally called out for dinner by the team leaders, she spent the rest of her time reading and studying.

In the company, everyone is busy with their own work, and Zhou Yongan no longer appears in the human resources group.

Everyone noticed that the two of them became strangers after the official announcement, and everyone guessed that they were having a quarrel.

Li Qingwen was very glad that this time Zhou Yongan kept his word and did not pester him again in private.

Life seemed to have returned to the way it was in the past year, but... not quite the same. In the past, she often felt sad late at night and doubted herself again and again.

She doesn't do that now.

I will no longer expect Zhou Yongan's love, and I will no longer indulge in the pain of losing him.

When I got off work that day, the weather was bad, it was thundering and raining.

Li Qingwen came out of the company and walked to the bus stop holding an umbrella.

A black BMW stopped in front of her, the rear window rolled down, and Zhou Xixiang asked her, "Where's Yongan?"

Li Qingwen, wearing a black skirt and high heels, hid under a small parasol.

She took a step forward and said casually, "He... is still busy upstairs."

"Get in the car." Zhou Xixiang pushed open the car door from the inside.

"Brother, don't bother me. My taxi will be here soon."

During the off-get off work hours, there is a traffic jam in front of Huayu Building. Even if you take a taxi that is one kilometer away from the company, it will take at least ten minutes to get there.

Zhou Xixiang said in a steady voice, with a force that could not be refused, "Come up, I'll take you there."

A car behind us kept honking its horn to urge us to hurry up.

Li Qingwen was in a dilemma and had to get on.

"Second Young Master, the Madam isn't looking this way." In the car behind, Lao Qian took his hand off the horn and looked at the rearview mirror.

Zhou Yongan had clearly seen Li Qingwen get into his brother's car. He looked gloomy and said, "Keep honking the horn."

Old Qian was a little confused. How could he honk at the young master's car? He... didn't dare.

Zhou Yongan suddenly jumped to the front seat, stretched out his hand, pressed the horn directly, and did not let go.

A disturbing beeping sound was heard, as if venting the man's unhappiness.

The cars on the road were stuck in a traffic jam. Xiao Zhang, who was driving a BMW, was being urged by the car behind him. He wanted to drive out but couldn't. He was annoyed and glanced at the rearview mirror.

He turned around and said to Zhou Xixiang, "Master, the car behind is the second master's car."

Zhou Xixiang frowned, glanced back, then sat up straight and looked at Li Qingwen.