Glancing at the message on his phone, Song Qingmo's heart broke. "Alas, it's like going back to the days before liberation, but it was worth it." Song Qingmo patted his pretty face, unable to hide the stinginess on his face. It wasn't that he was poor, it was just that he was heartbroken. Registering a company cost him over 50 million, not to mention the subsequent operations. His wallet was practically broke.
Having experienced the pain of losing money in his previous life, Song Qingmo was clearly still a bit overwhelmed. Song Qingmo was leisurely basking in the sun on the small balcony, while complaining about his own stinginess, and comforting his fragile little heart.
Even though he had already decided to slowly persuade Song's parents to transfer the company's assets and exchange them for real money so that he wouldn't be afraid of others tampering with the money, he didn't need to repeat it again. However, thinking of Song Xingwu who had sacrificed so much for him in his previous life, he decided to register the company and give it to him. He had done well in his previous life, so he thought he should do well in this life as well.
Song Qingmo was feeling relieved when he noticed the gaze from the other side. He turned his head and looked into Mu Hengshi's eyes expressionlessly. The branches on the guardrail were densely entwined. Song Qingmo pulled aside some of the branches and faced Mu Hengshi. Mu Hengshi's heart was pounding, and it was not until Song Qingmo kicked him again that he came to his senses and looked away guiltily.
Mu Hengshi had been looking at Song Qingmo for a long time, even when Song Qingmo felt bad for his money. He was crying and laughing at the same time because of the message displayed on his phone, and his face couldn't help but look distressed, but also comforted himself. Mu Hengshi was laughing secretly. If others saw Song Qingmo's state, they might think that Song Qingmo was having a seizure.
But Mu Hengshi didn't feel that way. Looking at Song Qingmo like this, he only felt that she was cute and pretty. After all, the sunlight filtering through the green leaves onto Song Qingmo's face, obstructed by the branches, seemed to flicker and bright, unpredictable, like the shimmering light on a lake. It made Song Qingmo look like a cat sleeping in the shade, relaxed and lazy, yet noble and dignified. This is probably what it means when a lover sees beauty in others.
Seeing Mu Heng no longer looking at him, Song Qingmo turned around, and unexpectedly, a black ball rushed straight towards him from the shadows in the corner. Song Qingmo was hit so hard that he almost vomited blood. When he came to his senses, he looked at Xiaoguai in his arms, who was pulling at his clothes with a half-smile. Looking at the cat's appearance, Song Qingmo comforted himself, don't be angry, don't be angry, the furry child didn't do it on purpose, it must be that Zongzi made Xiaoguai dislike him again. Sure enough, a few moments later, a barking sound came from the door of Song Qingmo's room.
That barking sounded incredibly aggrieved. Song Qingmo held his forehead, but there was nothing he could do. Xiaoguai's paws were already within reach. If he dared to open the door, he'd be in big trouble. "Zongzi, go ahead. Xiaoguai is tired. Get some sleep. Go downstairs and find grandma to play with you. Don't blame Dad for not helping you." Zongzi, who was standing outside the door, heard Song Qingmo say this and swung his tail in disappointment. Then, the furry tail drooped, and even the two little ears on his head drooped, his face full of grievance and listlessness.
That's right, Song Qingmo raised Zongzi and Xiaoguai as if they were his own children. He didn't dare call them his own children, but once they entered his family, they were his children. When Song Qingmo first proclaimed himself the father, Xiaoguai's mother even objected to the idea of a stinky two-legged beast who only scooped up shit and wanted to call himself the father of this cat.
Song's mother said that when did she become a grandmother? She was still so young, okay? But Song Qingmo, overwhelmed by the joy of becoming a father, didn't listen to these words. He kept shouting at Xiaoguai and didn't bother to correct him. Let him do whatever he wanted.
When Mu Hengshi heard Song Qingmo's voice, he leaned out of the window again, and looked at Song Qingmo nervously outside, and saw Xiaoguai lying in Song's arms, "Oh, Song Qingmo really raised a little ancestor." Mu Hengshi chuckled softly in a gentle tone, and uttered these words unconsciously, then leaned on the windowsill again, looking at Song Qingmo with a face full of admiration, and helped Xiaoguai take a nap.
Soon, the day of the company's official recruitment for the CEO position arrived. In the familiar office, Song Qingmo concealed his joy and looked solemnly at Song Xingwu standing before him. He didn't know what Song Xingwu had been through in his previous life, but he was with Su Muxue, and the company had given him his support. As long as Mu Hengshi didn't go so far as to implicate them because of his death, he should have a happy life.
It was clearly someone he knew, yet he couldn't say anything even though they were standing right before his eyes. Song Qingmo felt a wave of loss again, but more of a sense of emptiness. It turned out he had already died once, and in this new life, the people he knew would probably become strangers. Song Qingmo decided not to get involved with Su Muxue and Song Xingwu, lest he implicate them again like in his previous life, which would be too bad. Okay, when did he become so melancholy and sentimental? After compressing himself, Song Qingmo began to ask questions.
Song Xingwu looked at the little brat in front of him who was seven or eight years younger than him, and turned out to be his boss. He immediately felt something was wrong. This company had just been established not long ago. Although it should be backed by a lot of capital, it was too ridiculous to let a kid come. Even if the conditions he proposed were too high and he couldn't find a job for the time being, it was too ridiculous. But he felt that he seemed to have seen this kid before, and he was quite familiar. He inexplicably gave him a very close feeling, so he still wanted to give it a try.
"Hello, interviewer. My name is Song Xingwu. I..." Song Xingwu clearly and logically answered the questions Song Qimo had asked. Song Qingmo didn't want to ask any more questions and simply checked his name. "The interview results will be out soon, tomorrow at the latest. Come to the office tomorrow and I'll arrange for someone to connect you. Here's the compensation offered by our company, including salary and other benefits. Please take a look." Song Qingmo handed over a document.
Song Xingwu had already reviewed the documents before arriving, so he only pretended to glance over them before signing his name. "No problem. If your company accepts me, I'll do my best to bring you benefits."
Seeing him write neatly, Song Qingmo nodded with satisfaction, then asked Song Xingwu to go out. Song Xingwu walked to the door and was about to push it open, but he stopped. He wanted to turn around and ask, "Excuse me, have I seen you before?" Song Qingmo was stunned and then shook his head. "No, I don't have any impression of you. Maybe it's because I look like this."
Song Xingwu looked at Song Qingmo's face and shook his head. His appearance was needless to say, but Song Qingmo's was even more delicate and gentle than his. How could he possibly have that ordinary face? But he could see that Song Qingmo didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask any more questions. He thanked him, opened the door and left.
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