Mu Hengshi wanted to continue to follow shamelessly, "Young Master, the gentleman wants to see you about something." A man in a suit who looked like an elite walked in and sent Mu Hengshi away.
Mu Hengshi frowned. Since they were company personnel, he couldn't afford to stay any longer. He glanced reluctantly at Song Qingmo again. Of course, he didn't miss the jealous look Wen Zhiling had been giving Song Qingmo from the very beginning.
Mu Hengshi started to get busy. Song Qingmo heard the news and guessed why Mu Hengshi didn't come to bother him. He had already sold all his company shares to Song Xingwu.
After Song Xingwu took the contract and read it, he was shocked. He couldn't believe that Song Qingmo would transfer all the company's shares at such a low price. He asked blankly, "Chairman, I saved your life in a past life, right? Otherwise, why would you treat me better than your own son?"
When Song Qingmo heard this, he accidentally spat out the water he had drunk. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands and wiped it clean with a tissue. "No, I don't remember having a son like you. You're older than me, how could I dare let you be my son? I did this... You must have heard that the Song family was going bankrupt. I didn't think I had the talent for business, so I sold the company to leave a way out."
Song Xingwu had an expression that said "Do you believe me?" Looking at him, Song Qingmo felt a little guilty. "Don't look at me like that. If it's a pie falling from the sky, just keep it and rest assured. I'm sure this pie didn't set a trap for you." Song Qingmo patted his chest and promised him solemnly.
"Okay, I don't doubt you, it's just Song Qingmo." Song Xingwu's expression became serious. "Have we really never met before?"
Song Qingmo smiled, "Do you believe in past lives and present lives? Maybe we were good friends in the previous life, and you helped me, so we met again in this life, and then maybe I can repay you the favor." Although Song Qingmo's smile was out of tune, you could see the seriousness on his face.
Is that really the case? Song Xingwu smiled with relief, "I believe it, but you shouldn't just be giving me shares today, there must be something else going on, right?"
"Yes, that's right. I'm leaving, going to a very far place, and may never come back to Beijing." Song Qingmo crossed his hands on the table and looked out the window in the direction of his hometown. He said softly, "I've been away from home for too long. I have to go back."
"Then can we still keep in touch in the future? The word 'friend' isn't a joke, is it?"
"This..." Song Qingmo hesitated. The idea formed in his mind told him that he should be alone and enjoy it, without getting too involved in the world. But thinking back to everything that had happened before, Song Xingwu was a friend worth making close friends with. Deep down, he had already made up his mind. "Of course, I'll tell you my new contact information as soon as I change my SIM card."
They chatted for a long time, so long that the people in the company urged Song Xingwu to go to a meeting. Looking at the thick stack of documents on the desk, Song Qingmo thought of the days when Song Xingwu used to pressure him to revise documents together. He still felt a lingering fear. He ran away first, "Goodbye, Mr. Song. I wish you success in your career."
Song Qingmo, who had already left the office, woke up and said to the door, "Goodbye."
Song Qingmo is now working overtime to deal with his own affairs. He has not even gone to school. After the winter vacation ended and school started, Song Qingmo only went to school for a short day, and that was to handle the withdrawal procedures. Otherwise, he would definitely find out that Wen Zhiling did not come to school.
Things weren't peaceful in Beijing, either. The Song family's businesses were shutting down one after another, and it was rumored that they were preparing to declare bankruptcy. While this was the case with the company, looking at the Song family, Song Qingmo was directing workers to remove the decorations from the villa piece by piece. The vegetation in the garden had long been bare, nowhere to be found, leaving only small pits. Song Qingmo quickly transported all the plants to the airport in Sichuan City on his private plane and then planted them at his home.
Since he was leaving, he had to leave cleanly. He wanted to tear the villa down, leaving only a rough house here. If it weren't immoral, he would also want to burn the villa down with fire, leaving it clean. It would be better than letting Mu Hengshi waste it.
Outsiders thought that the Song family had gone bankrupt and could not even afford to live in a villa, so they dug up all the precious vegetation and sold them to raise funds. This was exactly Song Qingmo's trick.
Mu Hengshi was forced to go abroad by his father and his men, and they kept him under constant surveillance. But he couldn't have been unaware of what was happening back home. His own power had long since grown, but he had been keeping it hidden, and it wasn't yet enough to rival the entire Mu family. He hadn't officially inherited the Mu family's inheritance, so he could only use a delaying tactic.
He had already guessed what Song Qingmo was going to do, and now he was working day and night to get back to China as soon as possible. Similarly, Song Qingheiren was also working day and night to erase all traces of his actions. He was afraid that Mu Hengshi would come back. After all, these things could be hidden from everyone, but the reborn Mu Hengshi was hard to say.
Both of them were working overtime, but their purposes were exactly opposite.
Mu Hengshi used to work at the Space-Time Bureau, replacing those tragic protagonists to maintain world order. He had used all his points to get a chance to start over, but these past few days, he had actually sensed a familiar energy fluctuation. He didn't know if it was just an illusion.
Song Qingmo was surprised by the electronic sound that suddenly came from his head. "You said that I was bound by you, and then I would go with you to do the mission." Song Qingmo sat on the soft big bed at home, looking at the electronic light ball floating above his head in confusion.
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