Bayberry popping beads

On the afternoon of the third day of the quarrel with Wen Zhengheng, Jing Long held a regular board meeting, and Wen Yu waited at the door.

The end of the meeting was extended and he had been waiting for more than 20 minutes.Wen Yu glanced at his watch, and took a few steps back and forth with his handwritten copy in his trouser pocket.One of the conference secretaries sitting at the door asked him softly if he needed a cup of tea, but Wen Yu refused and asked casually, "Why did it take so long this time?"

The secretary is a woman in her forties, wearing a professional suit, with a cold and business-like expression: "I'm not sure. Vice President Wen, if you need to find President Han, you can leave a message first, and I will call you when President Han comes out."

"No, I'll wait a little longer." Wen Yu said, thinking that he really had no intention of looking for Han Mo.

After another ten minutes or so, there was a movement of chairs being dragged in the conference room, Wen Yu tightened his tie a bit, and moved aside.When he saw Wen Zhengheng going out, he hurriedly followed him.

Several directors next to him greeted him with smiles, and Wen Yu dealt with them one by one, until he reached the elevator entrance, where he called Dad in a low voice.Wen Zhengheng glanced at him with a bad look on his face.

He rarely saw his father's expression like this. He subconsciously thought it was related to the dispute that day, and lowered his head by three points: "I have something to discuss with you."

"What do you have to say in the company?" Wen Zhengheng teased him with a slightly relaxed look, but he was still serious.

"I can't tell on the phone." Wen Yu said a few words, not intending to give in completely. He quickly observed the changes in his father, and seeing that he didn't express anything, he added, "About the money you lent to mother that day."

He spoke very quietly, and the chat between father and son deliberately avoided other directors.

Wen Yu didn't often call Xu Jing "Mom"—especially after Xu Jing left home, he seemed to no longer admit that he had a mother—this sudden expression was meaningful, and Wen Zhengheng immediately looked at him.

The son in front of him is no longer that thin and weak. Although his body is thin, his back is always straight, his chin is slightly raised, and his eyes are cold and mean. He is a proud peacock.It is only in front of the closest people that there are only two or three smiles, revealing the softest inside.

When did he become like this, Wen Zhengheng didn't realize that turning point about growth.It seems that Wen Yu grew up overnight, and it seems that he has been abroad for many years, and he no longer has a familiar outline after returning.

Although the relationship between father and son is good, he suddenly realized that he was really absent from an extremely important section of Wenyu Road, and he didn't notice it, thinking it was justified.

Wen Zhengheng suddenly felt powerless: "What else do you have to say?"

Wen Yu's body posture followed him, but his expression was not weak at all: "I want to ask which hospital my mother's son is receiving treatment at, and I want to visit him when I'm free some other day."

He didn't say that he wanted to visit Xu Jing, the words made Wen Zhengheng feel much more comfortable after all.With a relaxed expression, the middle-aged man patted Wen Yu's arm: "It's a good thing you have such a heart, and it's in Donghua Hospital."

"Thank you, Dad." Wen Yu said, he looked into the distance, Han Mo was waiting at the elevator entrance, glanced here as if there was nothing, so he wanted to end this conversation, "I still have something to do."

Wen Zhengheng thought that Wen Yu wanted to reconcile with Xu Jing, so he became more amiable: "Say it."

Wen Yu said lightly: "I hope you will allow me to pay for the three phases of treatment for my mother's son this time, so that we will not have any money to do with their mother and son in the future."

This time they broke up unhappy again, and Wen Zhengheng left angrily, saying "You do have ideas".

As soon as he left, Han Mo walked over: "You made Uncle Wen angry? This is really rare."

After briefly explaining the ins and outs of the future, Han Mo laughed dumbfounded after listening: "It's reasonable, Xiao Yu, your idea is more reasonable. I think Uncle Wen has been carried away by old love."

"He knows it in his heart." Wen Yu said, frowning and rubbing his stomach, the dull pain came again.

"Forget it, let him think about it. My dad has persuaded him several times." Seeing that he was holding his stomach, Han Mo asked concerned, "Are you feeling unwell again? Do you want to call a doctor?"

Wen Yu: "Then ask me to hang water in the office? Mr. Han, you are really desperate to squeeze labor."

Han Mo couldn't hold back when he said that, he patted the back of his head: "Well, I'll give you a leave of absence, you go home and rest for a noon, and come back after the meeting."

Wen Yu's head was full of black lines: "Thank you."

But Han Mo opened his mouth and Wen Yu couldn't let go of this opportunity. He happily skipped work, hugged his tablet, and was about to go home to harass Cui Shican—this morning, Shican took a break and didn't need to go to the clinic.

He came home suddenly, making Cui Shican completely stunned.

A timid cat lay on his shoulder, and a round dog rubbed against his feet. Shi Can held a vocabulary book in both hands, and was stunned for a moment: "Why are you back at this point?"

"I have nothing to do in the office." Wen Yu raised the iPad in his hand to him, "Come back to sort out the materials, and eat by the way."

"I also said to give it to you." Shi Can smiled, walked to the cat climbing frame to signal her sister to go back to her place, and then went to the kitchen, "That's just right, I've chilled some bayberry juice in the morning, do you want to drink it?"

Rationality told Wen Yu that you can't drink ice because you have a stomachache, but emotion betrayed everything and seized the priority to speak. He only hesitated for a second before readily agreeing: "Okay."

Cui Shican was busy in the kitchen for a while, and came out with two small glasses.Shican squeezed the bayberry juice by himself, mixed it with citric acid, honey and white water, and kept it in the refrigerator for a short time, and it was only a little cold. Word book.

"Recite vocabulary?" Wen Yu said, taking a sip, the sweet and sour taste was just right.

"Yes." Shi Can agreed, and touched the dog's head with the floss.

In the weather in early June, the sound of cicadas is loud, the sun is blazing, the high-rise apartments are well-lit, the central air-conditioning dispels the heat, and the noise outside the community cannot be heard.

Wen Yu silently drank bayberry juice, ate two strawberries, and used a tablet to work with a cushion on his waist.He used the pretext of work to pretend to read the quarterly report, and walked past Cui Shican who was sitting on the small sofa next to him from time to time.

His hair has always been the length Wen Yu likes, it is short, and his forehead hair half covers his handsome eyebrows and eyes.At this time, the gloom between his brows dissipated, and the appearance of concentrating on and chanting words reminds people of their school days, but after all, Shi Can is not the heartless young man he used to be. His shoulders are wider and his expression is more stable. .

In a daze, Wen Yu looked back at the tablet in a hurry, he couldn't remember the boy who made his heart flutter in the previous classroom.

But what's wrong with this?

He remembered what he said, "I didn't look back, what I saw was you now."

Too much indulging in the past will only make him worry about gains and losses, as long as Cui Shican is still Cui Shican, what does it matter?

We had dinner together at noon, he came back too suddenly, Shi Can didn't prepare a lot, and made an anhydrous curry with the unfinished ingredients the day before, and added two bowls of white rice, Wen Yu also ate very happily.

He played with the meat floss for a while after dinner, staring at the time to go to work.Before going out, Wen Yu subconsciously covered his stomach, this action did not escape Shi Can's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Shi Can walked over, "Your stomach hurts again?"

Wen Yu didn't dare to say that maybe he drank ice juice, so he nodded vaguely: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Cui Shican's expression became serious: "How can you get used to this?! You must go for a checkup, otherwise you always thought it was gastroenteritis, and the medicine you took turned out to be completely wrong. What should I do?"

"Don't curse me." Wen Yu replied unhappily.

Shi Can is super vicious: "Why did I curse you? This is the truth. Every time a private doctor comes to see a doctor at home, he can't do an examination at all. The initial symptoms of many diseases are very inconspicuous. You really need to go to a big hospital."

Wen Yu was so ashamed of what he said, he was secretly delighted and said perfunctory on the surface: "Another day, another day."

When he said this, he had already opened the door and pressed the elevator. Cui Shican chased him out, like an angry repeater: "Another day, another day, every time - I will go this weekend, and I will take you there!"

With an unquestionable tone, Wen Yu agreed, and stepped into the elevator in a flash.

He was really heartbroken, it was rare to see Shi Can's mood fluctuate, this time it was because of himself that he discovered that he had such a vivid moment.Cui Shican was really caring about himself, there was no so-called single arrow between them, just thinking about it, Wen Yu felt his stomach ache much better.

Arriving at the meeting room, Xiao Lin and several others were making preparations for the meeting.This time, not only the high-level internal meeting, but also the personnel from the accounting firm responsible for auditing Jinglong's statements, and the chairman will also attend.

The importance is self-evident. Wen Yu sat on the small sofa outside and went through the content of his report.

He picked up the phone, and the chat box that Cui Shican had been talking about 5 minutes ago was still on. Wen Yu thought for a while, and entered the content: "Can I eat the grilled chicken wings that day?"

Cui Shican replied to him that you thought well, but he knew that this dish must be on the dinner table, so he couldn't help but smile.

This smile was happened to be seen by Xiao Lin next to her, and she curled her lips: "Vice President Wen, are you really in love?"

Wen Yu glanced at her, and there were a few young employees peeping beside her, seeming to care about the answer.He thought about this unique question for a moment before answering: "Maybe."

With a specious answer, Xiao Lin was obviously not satisfied: "What, you laughed like that, and you said you weren't chatting with my lady boss, it's too much——"

Wen Yu interrupted her nonchalant speech: "Stop joking, people have never promised me."

Xiao Lin had a candidate in his mind, and he sighed when he heard the words: "It must be the pursuit you have not given a certainty, that... who delivers meals to the office every day, so that I am immune to dog eyes, I must like you very much."

Wen Yu scolded lightly, paying attention to the wording, thinking about Cui Shican's nervous and angry appearance today, and slowly commented on Xiao Lin's last sentence: "I like it, I don't doubt it."

"Scumbag..." Xiao Lin whispered.

Wen Yu: "What?"

She quickly sent out a stack of documents: "For you."

Wen Yu looked at Xiao Lin meaningfully, without saying a word, and did not look away until his back felt chills.He got up and walked towards the conference room, and when passing by Xiao Lin, he took the document and patted her on the head: "Shut up if you can't speak."

Kobayashi made an exaggerated gesture of zipping.

Wen Yu was in such a good mood that he couldn't even shake the meeting that was about to take several hours.He ordered a cup of hot coffee, sat in his seat, and waited until the meeting started, then got up and shook hands with the executives who had come.

When it was over, he would go home and have grilled chicken wings and bayberry juice.

"...Next, we will report on the rating of corporate bond information. This convertible corporate bond has been rated by Zhongcheng Securities Appraisal Co., Ltd., the subject level is AA, and the bond level is AA. After the convertible bonds issued this time are listed, Zhongcheng Securities The assessment will be followed by a rating..."

Stomach pain hit without warning, Wen Yu frowned and took a sip of hot coffee.But most of the hot drink was cold, and there was no link in drinking it into the stomach, but it made the pain worse.

He pressed his abdomen, feeling the dark spots in front of his eyes blocking his vision, and took several breaths, the intuition being the most intense one.

Han Mo sat next to him, saw that he was abnormal, turned his head and asked in a low voice: "Uncomfortable?"

"Maybe a little diarrhea." Seeing that he was worried, Wen Yu guessed that his complexion was too ugly to cover up his diarrhea, so he could only say, "Stomach pain, I will go to the hospital after I finish the report."

"Let's do a checkup." Han Mo frowned slightly.

Wen Yu pressed his stomach, and he had been haunted by this stomach pain for several months in his memory, but he had never had such a strong reaction: "Okay, I'll go to Donghua to have it done."

"Then I'll send a message." Han Mo said, looking ahead, "Donghua's account is not easy to hang up."

Now that Wen Yu realized that the situation might really be as bad as Cui Shican said, he no longer refused, and said softly, please, hold the mouse tightly.He endured it quietly for a while, taking notes as if nothing had happened.

After the chief financial officer finished the report, Wen Yu was in charge of this part, and made a simple summary according to the procedure.When he got up, he was in pain, and his whole body paused for a moment, his eyes were almost blacked out by the sudden aggravation of pain. When the light in his vision recovered, Wen Yu looked at the projection screen and took a deep breath.

"...will conduct an impairment test on intangible assets and estimate their recoverable amount." Wen Yu said, his face turned pale, and the color of his lips faded. "Jing Long has always had fixed testing standards for this. If there are signs that a Items of intangible assets may be impaired, and the company estimates its recoverable amount on the basis of individual intangible assets..."

The vision was a little blurry, the black spots changed from small to large, Wen Yu closed his eyes forcefully, and felt that his footsteps were also vain.He was almost swallowed by the pain, and he couldn't quite lift his arms.

The following words are all based on silent reading several times before, and conditioned reflex: "But in some cases, it is difficult for the company...to estimate the recoverable amount of a single asset..."

He seemed to have paused for a long time, Han Mo almost stood up at the edge of his line of sight, Wen Yu pinched the bridge of his nose, only to find that his face was covered in cold sweat and his teeth were chattering.

"For this situation, it will be based on the asset group of this intangible asset..."

A sharp pain seized all the senses, Wen Yu suddenly stopped talking.

The last picture before losing consciousness was a shaking screen, densely packed with data, and the anxious voice of someone calling him came from his ears, his body tilted, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The author says:

Harmful!