When will Mr. Xu be reinstated?

The cafe is in the office building opposite Chuanglv.

After ordering drinks, Mr. Wang went straight to the point.

"You are probably wondering why I asked you to come out."

Really curious, Mu Chi doesn't have a deep impression of Mr. Wang.This young man looked slightly older than himself, always dressed in a neat suit, and would appear when Xu Jingyu needed it.

Why didn't you follow Xu Jingyu today?

Mr. Wang didn't give Mu Chi time to think. He said directly, "Mr. Xu has been suffering from a serious stomach problem. He has been working non-stop for the past few days. In addition, due to some stimulation, his condition relapsed and he vomited a lot of blood. He went back to work in the group before he recovered. He went to the reception last night and had a fever of 39 degrees this morning. He refused to go to the hospital or take medicine. When I came out, he was still asleep in the office."

"Then call him a doctor, what's the use of telling me?" Mu Chi frowned, it's impossible for a group president to not even have a personal doctor.

A serious stomach problem, and he vomits blood... How dare he go to the reception?He thought again that the lights on the opposite balcony hadn't been turned on these days, was he hospitalized?

"Mr. Xu has such a temperament that the doctors can't help him." Mr. Wang smiled miserably, "Since he returned to China to take over the Xu family, he has been busy every day, especially these days, when he obviously has a problem with his health, he is still desperately working hard. To work, to occupy all my time. With the way he works, I am worried that it will be dangerous to continue like this."

"so?"

"I just think that maybe you, Nanxi, can persuade him."

"You should go to his fiancee for such a thing."

"Fiancée?" Mr. Wang's expression was startled, and he suddenly realized, "You mean Ms. Yao? Ms. Xu went to the reception with illness last night just to separate herself from Ms. Yao. The news of the engagement came from Ms. Yao's second brother Yes, to compete for a project under the name of the Xu family... Do you mind this matter?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Mu Chi's eyes drooped slightly, he stared at the steam rising from the coffee, and suddenly felt a little hot.

"Maybe...it has something to do with you." Mr. Wang was silent for a moment, and then he spoke again, "Mr. Xu was in a coma that day and was hospitalized. I heard him call your name."

"..."

Mr. Wang took out a thick folder from his backpack, "Mr. Xu asked me to print it for him. He keeps your works over the years in his office and looks through them from time to time."

Mu Chi opened it, shocked.

This is his award-winning works, practical projects, graduation projects, etc. from his college days to the present, and some drawings and even himself are nowhere to be found.

"Why...why does he want to watch?"

"I don't know," Mr. Wang shook his head, "To tell you the truth, before this, Mr. Xu searched for your contact information in the group's project library. I don't know if Mr. Xu moved to Man Tingfang because he saw Arrived at your contact address."

Twilight was speechless.

"You didn't go home some time ago. Mr. Xu asked me to contact Mr. Zhang to inquire about your movements by asking about the progress of the project. Afterwards, I flew to N City to discuss a cooperation that didn't require him to come forward, and then went to your mother tea garden..."

"As you saw today, Vice President Li... has a lot of opinions on President Xu. Before President Xu returned to China, Vice President Li always thought that he could take over the management of Xu's company. He never thought that President Xu would come and overwhelm him. Especially After Mr. Xu blatantly cut off his project, he has more reason to express his dissatisfaction."

"You should understand that Xu's main business is the development of commercial projects, so the presence of Chuanglv, which focuses on cultural brands, has not been strong in the headquarters. However, in order to have the opportunity to get in touch with you, Mr. projects, and even personally studied which projects are possible to cooperate with you." Mr. Wang hesitated to speak, but said it out anyway, "Many directors of the group are quite dissatisfied with him and feel that he is not doing his job properly."

"Why didn't he tell me himself?"

"President Xu has always been a very introverted person. He is not good at expressing. He would rather keep many things in his heart and let others misunderstand him than speak out."

"He's... very restrained now?"

Mu Chi couldn't believe it, Xu Jingyu in his impression had always been flamboyant and arrogant, even though he was a little indifferent to others now, he never expected him to become a restrained person.

Can eight years really change a person completely?

"Not only is he restrained, he is also the most cautious person I have ever met."

Twilight was speechless.

"You don't know, Mr. Xu is in the group, and he always makes decisions carefully. This is well-known throughout the group. He is not at all like other vice presidents who make decisions casually. Of course, for a group president, prudence is the most important thing. It’s a good thing, but for a normal person, the life of thinking over and over will inevitably be too tiring.”

Why did it become like this?Still can't get rid of... the shadow of your father's death?

Are you going to the other extreme because of your recklessness back then?

Mu Chi suddenly remembered that his father died on a cold winter day, when the soaked and whitish corpse was picked up from the icy river that was about to freeze, he felt the whole world collapse before his eyes.But reality has no reason for him to collapse, because his mother still needs to be taken care of.Without waiting for my father's medical expenses, my mother's eyes... were blind forever.

All because of Xu Tianyang, this heinous villain, not only changed him, even his own son was not spared.

He suddenly understood, if it was the prudent Xu Jingyu in the lounge of the wedding that day, how determined was he when he made such a request?

Mr. Wang led Mu Chi to the top floor of the Xu Group. They took the private elevator, and the journey was very quiet.

"Mr. Xu is in the lounge inside." After speaking, he left.

Mu Chi stood in front of the door, staring at the heat-clearing granules gradually fainting in the water cup in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then gently turned the doorknob.

A faint sandalwood fragrance hits the face.

Jingyu was still asleep.He was lying flat on the bed, his face was haggard, his lips were pale and bloodless, and his brows were slightly frowned, as if there was an indelible sadness.

The lounge is large, even has an independent bathroom, and all daily necessities are available.On the desk, there are open documents and materials scattered around, with a pen lying on it, waiting for the owner to sign and approve.

Mu Chi stood in front of his bed, staring at him for a long time, outlining his facial features with his eyes.

He thought about the day they met again in the bar, the morning after the two went crazy, and when they left, he had watched him like this.

At that time, he was full of expectations for him, hoping that he would come to him soon and possess him crazily again.But for a whole month, there was no reply.

He just watched quietly like this, allowing his own figure to be projected on Jing Yu, as if the two could merge into one again.

Suddenly, he found that the person in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar, Xu Jingyu, is this you still you?

I don't know how much time has passed, until the sun's rays have been deflected at an angle, Mu Chi only looks away.

He walked to the desk, picked up a blank piece of paper, lightly wrote a line of words with a pen, put it on the bedside table, pressed the cold cup of antipyretics on it, and turned to go out.

Then he turned back and lightly put a key next to the water glass.

The sunshine in early summer is gentle and warm, shining through the window on the transparent water glass, and the glass light and shadow blurred on the paper, flickering and flickering, like a swaying galaxy.

"Room 3, Building 601, Man Ting Fang, at eight o'clock tomorrow night, I'll put you in line."