Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

At this time, the indicator light of the communicator on her desk lit up: "Secretary, come in."

The secretary seemed to understand something, and ignored the two men who were still at a loss as to what to do, but quickly turned around and walked to Xu Ziyu's office.

"President, did you order that table to be removed?" The secretary asked as soon as she entered the door. After working for so many years, it was the first time she lost her composure in front of her superiors.

Xu Ziyu's hand, which was signing, paused for a second, just a second, and then continued to write the half-written word without a trace: "It's useless to keep it."

"But...you..." Looking at Xu Ziyu's calm face, the secretary felt something was wrong: "President, you really..."

She hesitated, she didn't know how to ask.

Does the president still have no feelings for Assistant Cheng at all?Why did the previous gaffe and those struggling appearances appear?
Even if you lose your memory, do you feel nothing at all?

Assistant Cheng is... dead!

Doesn't the CEO understand the concept of death?

This guess is too nonsense, the secretary shook his head, no matter how he thought about it, he felt unreliable.

"Anyway, the person is dead, so it's useless to keep it." Xu Ziyu calmly stuffed all the signed documents into the document bag, and then handed them to the secretary: "This is the document needed for the next project, and I have approved it all. .”

"Okay." The secretary subconsciously reached out to take it, but then reacted: "President, all approval?"

For the plan for the next project, there were many details in the documents...

In the past, the president had a tendency not to pass this kind of document.

And now, all of them have been approved?
Xu Ziyu lightly inserted the pen into the pen holder on the table, then raised his head to look at the secretary: "What's the problem?"

"No..." The secretary still felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell.

"Let the two people outside the door continue to work." Xu Ziyu glanced at the door, and then began to check emails on his own.

The secretary really didn't understand, she felt something was wrong, so she could only bite the bullet and turn around and leave.

"Wait." Xu Ziyu's voice sounded from behind.

The secretary hurriedly turned around.

"The overseas negotiation that I mentioned last time will be tomorrow afternoon." Xu Ziyu looked at the email and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Their cooperation plan looks good, but I want to discuss the conditions in detail."

no?The secretary's eyes widened: "President, are you going abroad?"

Xu Ziyu gave a soft "hmm" and nodded.

A little crazy, but also a little familiar.

This kind of work rhythm seems to have not appeared in a long time.

About how long?The secretary thought about it carefully.

Hmm... Right after Cheng Moxun appeared for the first time, the CEO seldom had a tight schedule and was full of heavyweight decisions.

Xu Ziyu glanced at the secretary who was standing still, and frowned slightly: "Is there any question?"

"President," the secretary took a deep breath and mustered up some courage: "Assistant Cheng..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and she found it impossible to continue speaking.

Because after mentioning the word "Assistant Cheng", Xu Ziyu's eyes became extremely calm.

But in that calmness, there are obviously other emotions hidden in it.

The secretary didn't have the courage to continue talking, she couldn't see through Xu Ziyu's eyes, and she couldn't confirm what would happen if she continued speaking.

So she turned around and strode out of the office, and gently closed the door outside.

"Excuse me, this table..." The two men were still waiting outside.

The secretary glanced at the apparently brand new table: "Where is this going to be sent?"

"Recycling." One of the men looked a little regretful: "Big companies are different. This kind of table is placed in other companies, and it is only used by big bosses, and it is so new that they are reluctant to give it up."

The secretary silently glanced at his desk, it was the same model as the one that was about to be moved.

At the time when Cheng Moxun joined the company, Xu Ziyu made a big effort to replace the entire company's equipment.

Among them, the president's office area has been replaced with a more top-level configuration.

Before this, the company had the habit of replacing equipment every three or four years; however, when Cheng Moxun arrived, it was only more than a year since the last replacement.

Many people don't notice these details.

Thinking about it now, there is a lot of room for speculation.

The secretary shook her head helplessly, she pursed her lips, thought for a while, and then sighed: "Move away."

Xu Ziyu is right, it is indeed useless to keep it.

Yuanyuan couldn't help frowning as she faced the shattered pieces of the mask on the table, the redness and swelling in her eyes hadn't gone away.

She stroked the cuts of the pieces, something like plaster, but too light.

A strange and chaotic tragedy, after crying for a long time, she finally calmed down.

Others will be amazed that she can come out of grief in a short time.

But she understands that all emotions will be hidden in her heart after being properly expressed.

Many days and nights in the future will be spent with a heavy heart.

Uncle Tao knocked on the door and walked in.

When he saw the white pieces on the table, he froze for a moment, squinting his eyes in confusion.

Half a minute later, his expression suddenly became extremely surprised, and then strode to the far side.

He picked up a piece, and his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Dad?" Seeing Uncle Tao's unusual behavior, Yuanyuan called out in confusion.

"Where did you get this...?" Uncle Tao picked up other pieces as he spoke, "Why did it become like this?"

Yuanyuan frowned, she didn't know what to say, because this thing appeared out of thin air.

She thought of the oil painting in the basement, and suddenly thought, maybe this white bird mask has something to do with her father?
"Who did this?" Uncle Tao's hands trembled violently, but he still held the broken piece tightly: "Who is it!"

Yuanyuan was taken aback, and then quickly comforted her: "Dad, don't get excited."

"Unforgivable! Unforgivable!" Uncle Tao's face suddenly became extremely vicissitudes, and he seemed to have suddenly aged several decades: "Who did this kind of thing!"

"Dad!" Seeing Uncle Tao's tendency to lose control, coupled with this vicissitudes of life, Yuanyuan felt her heart start to panic: "Calm down!"

She yelled loudly, and Uncle Tao seemed to come to his senses when he heard the voice.

Seeing the focus of Uncle Tao's pupils gradually gather together, Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "What is this?"

"This is... your mother and I jointly made it!" Tao Shu said, tearing up.

"Huh?" Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows in surprise.

The answer was beyond her expectations.

"I heard that the white bird with a long beak can cure all diseases." Uncle Tao smiled wryly and shook his head: "At that time, your mother's illness was already very serious, and I was so desperate that I didn't know what to do; in order to comfort me, your mother did it with me this."

Yuanyuan frowned, she remembered that her mother passed away not long after giving birth, so what happened to the painting in the basement?

"It was just a sudden whim, because I want to try any method." Uncle Tao slowly put the pieces together: "Now that I think about it, she is sick and has been trying to find a way. Let me not be sad."

The white bird mask was pieced together into its original form, but it couldn't be completely put together at all.

"The same symptoms were found on your body later." Uncle Tao couldn't hold back his tears: "Your mother gave this thing to you, saying that she would bless you with the white bird."

Yuanyuan remained silent, feeling a little complicated in her heart.

"Your mother really has nothing to save." Uncle Tao stroked the cracks in the mask, his voice choked up: "But you got sick later, and you were miraculously safe...Maybe your mother is really protecting you .”

Shiratori... sick... bless...

The painting in the basement was actually a manifestation of his father's wish?

Then why can this mask see supernatural things!And, what's up with those weird dreams?

And the door that appeared in the dream... Yuanyuan frowned, she remembered that she had been warned not to approach that door.

These things cannot be explained by the explanation given by Uncle Tao!

"So, where did you get it?" Uncle Tao suddenly remembered this question: "I remember, I obviously put it in the basement..."

The basement again?
"Why did you put it there?" Yuanyuan asked puzzled, "Didn't you leave it to me? Didn't you also... bless me?"

"Yes, I kept this mask by your side all the time." Uncle Tao shook his head: "But one day, you suddenly yelled and threw the mask far away, and refused to let it get close to you no matter what."

There was a faint glow on the white bird's mask, but it was too faint to attract attention at all.

"I'm afraid this thing will be broken. After all, it is one of your mother's relics." Uncle Tao continued, "After confirming that your illness is not serious, I locked the mask in the basement."

"Why would I reject it?" Yuanyuan was a little puzzled, she thought this mask was very useful.

"I don't know." Uncle Tao shook his head, his eyes were full of sadness: "Right now, it's still broken..."

Yuanyuan was silent, she wanted to tell Uncle Tao all this, but she didn't know where to start.

Uncle Tao fell into a sad mood, but soon cheered up again.

He rubbed the mask: "I remember, this is the evidence at the scene that you left from the police yesterday, right?"

Circular nodded.

Now Cheng Moxun's house has been completely sealed off, and everything at the scene is kept as evidence.

But Yuanyuan clearly remembered what happened. After proving that there was no DNA of Cheng Moxun on the remnant of the white bird mask, she forcibly took it back from the police.

She is very clear that this extremely risky approach is actually unnecessary.

But she holds the idea that the white bird mask can be repaired and used, and wants to try her best.