landing

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the night sky illuminated by thousands of lights is brilliant and bright.

The street lamp flashed backwards like running water, Lu Xian looked out of the window silently, his side face hidden in the shadow was stern, his deep eyes were full of deep gloom.

He didn't know why he was dreaming of such a distant memory, but it was undeniable that he felt a little sad.

It wasn't because of Song Yulan's deceit and betrayal, those things that he had put down a long time ago could never be a reason to interfere with him.

But he knew that he could no longer trust a person.

Lu Xian lowered his eyes.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at its destination.

The assistant turned his head and asked softly, "President, Manager Chen and the others have prepared a reception banquet for you. Do you want to attend?"

Lu Xian shook his head. He looked up at Manager Chen who was sitting in front of him, and said calmly, "There is a meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Do you have any questions?"

Although he said a question, his tone was unquestionable.

Naturally, the deputy manager didn't have the guts to say no, so he quickly responded, "No problem, I'll pass it on."

Lu Xian nodded slightly and stepped out of the car.

The assistant followed behind him with a briefcase, and tentatively suggested, "Shall I order a meal to be delivered to your room?"

"Ah."

The food was top-notch, bland and to his liking, but Lu Xian only took a few sips before being evacuated.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly overlooking the night outside the window.

The City of Fire, Trees and Silver Flowers.

It is a scene of great prosperity, but he tastes a bit of desolation inexplicably.

People's hearts are in danger, just like this city, only those who have really penetrated into it will know how many shady things are hidden behind this bustling crowd.

Lu Xian turned back to the table.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and was about to light it when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Song Jue.

He whispered the name softly.

A small fire flickered between his fingers.

He listened to the ringing of the bell over and over again, and he persevered, just like that person, stubborn and stubborn, he did not turn back until he hit the south wall.

but……

Too late.

The battery was exhausted, and the phone screen went completely dark.

Lu Xian lowered his eyes and slowly took a puff of cigarette.

So be it.

There is no need to investigate further, and there is no need to prove anything.

People's hearts can't help but be tempted, and he...

I don't want to hurt this person anymore.

**

For half a month, the busy work brought back Lu Xian's faltering sanity.

Perhaps it was because of the distance that he was able to examine this relationship positively without any emotion.

Song Jue didn't call again, but Yu often talked about his situation in the secretary's remote work report.

Postoperative response was normal.

He is recovering well and will be discharged soon.

normal work.

……

From the beginning of Lu Xian's complicated mood, to being indifferent later on, he gradually stopped keeping secrets about Song Jue's affairs.

He thought, after all, he chose the wrong way at the beginning.

Song Jue has a stubborn heart, and the more difficult it is, the more he has to face it. Now that he is so far away, his figure is gradually fading away. Maybe after a while, this feeling will disappear.

It's just an immature child, so why should he compete with him?

Time passed in a flash, and the round of mergers and acquisitions of the branch came to an end.

After completing such a large-scale project, the performance has increased significantly, and it should be celebrated.

Alcohol makes people courageous, and a group of people can't care about the respect and respect in the past. They relieved the pressure on the spot and got drunk. After a good dinner, it turned into a few executives running all over the field and chasing department employees to stop drinking.

Manager Chen has contacts at the group headquarters, and he has a general understanding of Lu Xian's temperament. He carefully watched the man's reaction, for fear that Lu Xian would blame such an overactive employee for not liking it.

Seeing that he was nervous, Lu Xian smiled slightly, "It's very lively."

Manager Chen felt relieved and explained with a smile, "This can be regarded as a kind of corporate culture. They are used to relaxing on weekdays, and they often get along with each other, regardless of you and me, but once they settle down to do things, they are all the best."

Lu Xian nodded slightly, without too many comments.

The two exchanged a few words, mostly Manager Chen was talking, and Lu Xian occasionally nodded in response.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Manager Chen also slowly relaxed, showing more smiles.Judging from the relationship during this period of time, he knew that although Lu Xian had strict requirements on his work, he was more tolerant on weekdays.

He toasted a glass of wine and said with a smile, "Mr. Lu, I have prepared a small gift for you."

Lu Xian raised his eyebrows.

He saw something from the tacit smile on the other side, but he didn't comment on it.

Proper decompression is also a part of life, and Lu Xian never rejects it.

Sure enough, at the end of the dinner, he saw the "gift".

A handsome boy.

Probably because he knew his usual preference, the boy didn't dress up too much, he wore simple and refreshing white clothes and black trousers, his complexion was radiant, his figure was slender, and he looked young and ignorant.

Manager Chen walked away consciously after leading the person, Lu Xian took a few glances and asked softly, "First time?"

The boy nodded nervously.

Lu Xian withdrew his momentum a little, walked out of the banquet hall, "Follow me."

The two had just entered the elevator when the phone rang.

Lu Xian frowned and connected the phone.

Secretary Yu's respectful voice came over the phone, "President, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but the matter you asked me to investigate before has already taken shape. Mr. Yuan's car accident was not caused by Vice President Song."

Lu Xian's gaze paused, and a deep crease formed between his brows, "What's going on?"

Secretary Yu explained softly, "After the driver received the remittance from Vice President Song, he met Mr. Mo An again. He gave the driver a large sum of cash and instructed this threatening car accident."

Lu Xian's eyes darkened, and he asked, "Mo An?"

Secretary Yu replied, "Yes, there is also the scandal about the actor. Vice President Song did send someone to spread the scandal on the Internet, but those photos related to you were obtained after Mr. Mo An intercepted Vice President Song's revelation. replaced."

Lu Xian sneered, "He is quite courageous."

The man paused, and said inexplicably, "It doesn't matter what the means are, I've blinded you."

Secretary Yu hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, this was indeed my mistake, but I promise that this will not happen again."

Lu Xian just typed a sentence, and then ignored it.

He thought for a while, then asked coldly, "The reason for Song Jue's remittance?"

Secretary Yu replied, "This is what I'm going to report to you. The driver is a distant relative of Vice President Song. He should have had a relationship with him when he was a child. Therefore, Vice President Song gave him a reward as a token of gratitude."

Lu Xian was stunned.

He remembered Song Jue's accusation that day.

At that time, the young man held his head up in disbelief, thinking that he had done nothing heinous and bad, but it was just a small warning.

But his reason was overwhelmed by anger, he believed that he was rotten from the root, he refused to admit his mistakes, and became a child who regarded human life as nothing and bullied others wantonly.

That's why there were those two merciless slaps.

but……

The light in the corridor was very dim, the man still had no expression on his face, the misty regret flashed in his eyes and quietly disappeared.

Lu Xian lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Help me book a plane ticket back tomorrow morning."

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