Tang Shaoyu just smiled, without saying yes or no: "Let's work first, and don't chat during working hours."
After saying that, the person left.
Shi Yang raised his head and glanced at Tang Shaoyu's leaving figure, then looked at Shangguan Linlin. Shangguan Linlin had already sat down thoughtfully, with no dissatisfaction on his face.
Shiyang's office was close to Shangguan Linlin's office, and the office door was not closed. Although Shangguan Linlin lowered his voice, Shiyang still heard every word of the conversation between her and Tang Shaoyu.
She didn't know if Tang Shaoyu took over this project later. He never mentioned it to her again, and she didn't ask, nor did she want to ask.
In the next two days, Tang Shaoyu did not mention this matter again.
On the contrary, when Shi Yang got off work on Friday afternoon, he just walked out of the company building and saw Shen Qingyao sitting on a bench in the square at the door.
Shen Qingyao didn't know whether he happened to be passing by or was waiting there specially. When he saw Shiyang coming out, he stood up and walked towards her:
"Miss Shi, do you have time to have dinner with us?"
Shi Yang shook his head: "Sorry, I don't have time."
Shen Qingyao's expression did not change at all because of her rejection. He just looked at her calmly and apologized to her:
"I'm sorry for what happened that day. I didn't mean to insult Miss Shi."
Shiyang said nothing.
Shen Qingyao looked at her and continued: "I hope to find time to talk to Miss Shi about my original intention of doing this project..."
"Sorry, I don't want to hear the story." Shiyang interrupted him softly, nodded apologetically, walked around him and left.
Shen Qingyao turned around and followed: "You can decide whether to answer or not after listening."
Shiyang stopped and looked at him: "Mr. Shen, there are many designers who are better than me. I have never given you any first draft. You suddenly insist on me like this. I have to doubt Mr. Shen's motives."
"To be honest, I really didn't plan to find Miss Shi again at first." Shen Qingyao looked at her calmly, "I found many designers' works for the old man to choose from, and he only liked yours. So I have to I won’t bother you again, I hope Miss Shen can fulfill an old man’s wish, which is very important to him.”
"Maybe Mr. Shen didn't look for enough samples. I suggest you look for more. There will always be something the elderly like." Shiyang said, nodding apologetically, "Sorry."
After saying that, he walked towards the taxi parked on the roadside, opened the door and got in the car.
Shen Qingyao glanced at the car driving away but did not catch up.
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Shiyang took a taxi directly back home.
I have been busy with work this week and worked a lot of overtime at night, so I didn’t have much time to spend with Tongtong.
Today, Friday, she made a special trip to get off work and promised her children to go back and take her to the children's park.
The little girl still remembered this, so she packed up her milk bottles and diapers early, and sat on the sofa with her little feet dangling, waiting for her time.
Seeing Shiyang push the door open and come in, he immediately slid off the sofa excitedly, flew over and hugged Shiyang's thigh, and raised his head to remind her:
"Mom, go to the park and slide on the slide."
Shiyang bent over and picked her up with a smile: "Okay."
Asked her again: "Has Tongtong eaten?"
Sister Gao was cleaning up, and then nodded and said: "Well, I just had dinner with her. You should eat something first. The food is still hot and is on the table."
Tongtong also nodded: "Mom, eat."
"good."
Shiyang stroked her head, put down her bag, and had a simple dinner.
As soon as she put down her rice bowl, Tongtong stumbled over to pick up her milk bottle bag, then ran towards the door and put the milk bottle bag on the ground. He also sat down on the ground and took her shoes, clumsily and It was difficult to put it on.
She was extremely excited to finally hang out with her mother.
Shiyang was also a little infected by her excitement and felt a little guilty.
She walked over and touched her head, then squatted down, helped her put the shoes she had put on away, and then led her to stand up: "Let's go."
Shiyang's house is not very far from the children's park, 5 kilometers away.
There were many large-scale children's facilities inside. Shiyang took her here once. The little girl never forgot them after she went back to play.
Shiyang took her out with Sister Gao and took a taxi.
It was almost seven o'clock when we got there.
There are many mothers and fathers with their children, or grandparents in the park, but there are not many people, and they seem sparse in the huge park.
Tongtong remembered where the amusement facilities were from the last time she came here. As soon as she arrived at the park, she took Shiyang's hand and ran towards the Ferris wheel.
"Ferris wheel..." Xiao Zui kept shouting excitedly.
Shiyang took her to buy a ticket, and then took her to sit in.
The Ferris wheel started slowly. At a height of more than 200 meters, the little girl had no fear of heights. She just stared curiously and excitedly at the world outside the pod with her eyes wide open. It was so bright and beautiful.
Among the high-rise buildings with flashing neon lights, Tongtong saw Huichen Building. She turned around excitedly and pulled Shiyang's arm:
"Mom, beautiful uncle,'s office."
As he spoke, he pointed at Huichen Building.
Shiyang glanced at her in surprise.
She had only been there once, and she didn't know how Tongtong could remember it and recognize it accurately.
Tongtong didn't understand the adults' confusion, but she was extremely excited. She grabbed Shiyang's palm and kept asking her to look at it.
Shiyang's cell phone rang just at this moment.
She glanced at it, slightly startled.
Fu Jingchuan called.
In fact, Fu Jingchuan sent her a message before getting off work, saying that he had to meet a client in the afternoon and he might not be able to leave before get off work, so he asked her to go eat first.
She only gave him a "hmm" reply.
He didn't come back later, probably because he was busy.
I am calling suddenly now, I am afraid that I have already finished my work.
Shiyang stared at the phone hesitantly, wanting to answer it but not daring to answer it.
Tongtong looked at Shiyang and stared at the phone without answering it. She wondered and reminded her: "Mom, phone."
Shiyang glanced at her and nodded lightly: "Yes."
But my finger didn't dare to press "answer".
The phone stopped after ringing briefly.
Fu Jingchuan didn't call again, but he sent a message: "Are you home?"
Shi Yang replied "Yes", thought about it, and replied to him: "I'm busy now and it's not convenient to answer the phone. I'll get back to you later."
"Um."
Fu Jingchuan's message was quickly returned, and there was no further call.
Shiyang breathed a sigh of relief, but there was something pressing on her mind. After getting off the Ferris wheel, she asked Sister Gao to accompany Tongtong to ride the merry-go-round. She went to the secluded pavilion next to her and called Fu Jingchuan.
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The phone rang for two seconds before being picked up.
"Are you done?" A deep voice came from the other end of the phone, vaguely accompanied by the sound of turning pages of documents.
Shiyang said softly "Hmm".
"Aren't you off work? Why are you so busy that you can't answer the phone?"
Fu Jingchuan asked, his tone was calm and it was hard to tell whether he was asking casually or if he had other intentions.
"I met a friend outside and we chatted together." Shiyang said softly.
"Yeah." Fu Jingchuan didn't go into details, "Have you eaten?"
"Well, I just ate."
Shi Yang responded lightly, covering the microphone with his hand, and turned slightly to face outside the pavilion, not letting the laughter of the children not far away enter the microphone.
Outside the pavilion is a deep park path with tall trees on both sides and dim street lights. There are no pedestrians except for a stumbling old woman.
The old man didn't know if he was lost or something. He stood alone, spinning around in circles, looking around in a panic, looking confused, anxious, and helpless.
Shiyang couldn't help but frowned and looked around, but saw no one else.
She was not at ease and said softly to Fu Jingchuan on the other end of the phone, "I have something to do. I'll hang up first." Then she hung up the phone and turned around and walked towards the old man.
Before she came closer, the old man turned around and saw her. His sleepy face looked even more sleepy. When he looked at Shiyang, his eyes seemed clear and clear, but also seemed to be staring in confusion.
Shi Yang couldn't help but glance at her, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity and confusion came over him again.
She looked at the old man blankly.
The old man looked like he was in his seventies. Although his face was covered with traces of time, he looked very elegant, his eyebrows were kind, and he seemed to be in a daze.
But she had never seen such a face before.
The old man was still looking at her blankly, looking as sleepy as a child.
Shi Yang came back to his senses, smiled at her, and asked her softly:
"Old man, what happened to you? Do you need my help?"
The old man just shook his head blankly, and then called her uncertainly: "Xiao Yu'er?"
Shiyang frowned in confusion, not understanding what the name meant.
The old man had already stepped forward, grabbed her two arms, and looked up and down, as happy as a child: "Little girl, you are really back."
At the end of the words, his tone was trembling, and there were tears in his eyes.
Shiyang was a little at a loss, but didn't dare to struggle. He smiled dryly and said to her, "Old man, you have recognized the wrong person."
"Nonsense, it's obviously my little concubine who's back."
The old man scolded lightly, reaching out to take Shiyang's hand.
When she turned up her palms, Shiyang saw a line of words written on the inside of her sleeves.
The street lights were dim and Shiyang couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely see a series of phone numbers.
She frowned slightly and looked at the old man: "Grandma, can you let me see your hands?"
The old man stretched his arms towards Shiyang for no apparent reason, and the words on her sleeves came into view:
"My name is Huang Rongzhen and I suffer from Alzheimer's disease. If you meet me, please contact 138..., thank you."
Following is a string of phone numbers.
