After the premiere, there was naturally a lot of work to do when I returned to the unit. The previously prepared press release had to be adjusted because of Director Wang Shuai's call for people to find him. Then I had to select photos, edit photos, and make videos. After everything was done, Zhang Moyan also wrote the activity summary that was due tomorrow.
I sat in front of the computer from 1:00 p.m. to 5:30 p.m. without drinking a sip of water. In short, I had to keep myself busy so that I wouldn't have to think about anything else.
But it was no use. It was as if she had suddenly developed two minds. One was working furiously, while the other was busy analyzing itself: What was the connection between the Xiao family and her biological mother? Was her biological mother really involved in Xiao Guoxi's death? How did the Xiao family view her biological mother now? Why did someone want her to meet Xiao Xingyu? Was it someone from the Xiao family, or just Xiao Xingyu? What would be the point of meeting him?
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Zhang Moyan's brain was about to explode with these unanswered questions.
"Mo Yan, it's time to get off work!" Jin Xueyang happily walked past her desk, carrying his work bag. "Why don't you go? Let's go to Yifei to find Sister Ling! She asked me to get the movie star's autograph for her, and I got it for her. The movie star even wrote her a special message! Let's go! Sister Ling will definitely treat us to a luxurious Thanksgiving dinner tonight!"
"No, I still have some work to finish." In fact, the work at hand had already been completed. "What's wrong with you lately? Always arranging food and eating."
Jin Xueyang glared at her with an indifferent look: "Isn't it because you've suffered so much in that small place like Ruzhou that the organization is taking you to supplement your nutrition? You should cherish every opportunity, otherwise I will be on a business trip on Friday."
"Are you going on a business trip again on Friday?" Zhang Moyan was surprised. Jin Xueyang has been on business trips quite frequently recently.
"Yeah," Jin Xueyang complained, "and it's a weekend business trip, I really don't want to go! I've been flying like crazy these past two months, my airline membership level has skyrocketed. Okay, enough talk, how long will it take you to finish? I'll wait for you for a while."
Zhang Moyan still declined politely: "Don't wait for me, let's do it another day. I think it will be a while!"
"Are you so busy?" Jin Xueyang leaned over to look at her computer screen. Zhang Moyan's fingers gripping the mouse stiffened, fearing that he would find out what she was doing.
Fortunately, Jin Xueyang only glanced at her symbolically and waved his hand slightly disappointedly: "Then I'll go find Sister Ling myself. Don't work overtime for too long, and remember to eat!"
"Yeah, I know."
Everyone in the office went home one after another. Zhang Moyan sat in a chair, staring at the computer screen without stopping for a moment. Of course, all he was thinking about were things that had nothing to do with the open page.
There are so many confusions, but I also feel that the answer is only a thin layer of window paper away.
Do you want to break this window paper?
Just yesterday, she had made up her mind to continue being Zhang Moyan, the daughter of Zhang Feng and Huang Qin, and to pretend to be dead.
Of course, she could continue to pretend to be ignorant, but then she would fall into a trap, right?
Although she didn't know the purpose of the person who set up this plan, it was obvious that the other party wanted her to establish a connection with the Xiao family. Now that this step has been achieved, what's next?
Zhang Moyan had an extremely firm intuition: it must not be a good intention.
If the result of this direction will hurt the Xiao family and Xiao Xingyu, even if there is only a one in a thousand chance, she can no longer play dumb.
Zhang Moyan closed her notebook, put the mouse and power cord into her laptop bag, stood up, picked up her bag and walked out of the office.
Now, she is going to meet Xiao Guotao.
This choice may not be a good one, but it may not be a bad one either.
On the sidewalk, the red light that had been waited for for a long time finally turned green. The crowded crowd was weaving in and out. Zhang Moyan was pushed forward by the urban men and women in front, behind, and on both sides, as if she was being held hostage. The complicated and bustling world is roughly the same.
When she arrived at the entrance of Huarui International Hospital, Zhang Moyan suddenly remembered that she didn't bring any visiting gifts, so she turned back fifty meters to a flower shop and bought a bouquet of lilies and carnations.
"Moyan, you're here!" Zhou Xia, who hadn't seen Zhang Moyan for a few days, was overjoyed when he saw her. He immediately dropped the half-peeled fruit and ran over to hold her. "You haven't been here for a few days. You must be very busy with work, right? Wow, such beautiful flowers!"
Zhang Moyan handed the flowers to Zhou Xia and said, "I've been taking on a few missions lately, so I'm sorry I haven't come to see Mr. Xiao." She walked steadily to Xiao Guotao's bedside and said apologetically, "Hello, Mr. Xiao, how have you been feeling these past few days?"
"Ms. Zhang, you're here." Xiao Guotao took off his reading glasses and placed them on the newspaper in front of him.
Xiao Guotao always called Zhang Moyan "Miss Zhang" instead of "Xiao Zhang" or "Moyan" like others did. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it before, but now it seems a little inappropriate for an elder to call a younger person like this. However, this inappropriateness just happens to maintain a sense of distance between people.
Zhang Moyan glanced at the bedside table beside the hospital bed, and sure enough, the book she had given to Xiao Guotao was still intact.
Seeing Zhang Moyan standing still, Xiao Guotao pointed to a high-backed chair nearby and said, "Miss Zhang, please take a seat. I've been recovering well recently. I've been receiving rehabilitation training twice a day, and the numbness in my body has gradually lessened."
"That's great," Zhang Moyan came back to her senses. Without sitting down, she turned to Zhou Xia and smiled brightly, "Zhou Xia, have you had dinner yet? How about I stay here with Mr. Xiao for a while? You go eat first!"
As with every visit, this was a tacit agreement to give Zhou Xiateng time to meet with Dean Geng.
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