There is as much residual warmth as there are as many ashes.
Few men would risk their lives to love a woman. Every day you are loved by such a man counts.
"Ba Xiaolu, we have a deal now. We will never be apart." She whispered softly.
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After washing up, Nanxi went downstairs to have breakfast. Zhan Peng had already left early. Only Biaozi was sitting on the steps outside playing military games, and two local servants who were temporarily hired were cleaning.
Until now, she still can't get used to Burmese food. She only drinks a glass of milk for breakfast, eats a few bites, and then sits on the sofa to work on the computer.
Although her temporary departure from Yangon would not affect the normal operation of the bank in the slightest, there were still some important matters that required her to make the final decision.
The secretary had already sent the main work content to the mailbox. When I clicked on it, I found that there was also a message from the person in charge of the Yangon United Daily News.
My father once said that professionals should do professional things. As a boss, you should know how to use people instead of learning how to do the work.
Therefore, she rarely interferes with the professional content of the news company, and leaves it to the dedicated person in charge.
But the office manager who sent her a message today said that someone from above had given them clear instructions to publish the news about the Southern Military Region Commander Wu Meng's treason and escape.
This matter was of grave importance, and no one could make a decision. Furthermore, the government had already taken the company manager in for questioning, sending a signal that once the report was published, the people would be safe. They had no choice but to consult with the rarely seen boss behind the scenes; at least they wouldn't have to bear direct responsibility.
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