You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

The fifth day of the new year.

Sheng Mumu and Qin Jiamu attended a reception.

Finance magazine held a small celebration reception for the companies listed on the annual list.

The overall atmosphere of the reception is relaxed and casual. Although it is a celebration, there is no lengthy official link, leaving more time for the invited guests to communicate on their own.

Collaboration often happens socially.

Yueji is a top-ranked company on the list, and many people from venture capital companies came here today aiming at the target, wanting to see if there is any opportunity to cooperate with Yueji.

After chatting with several investors, they agreed that there is no need to accept investment.

At this stage, compared with other companies of the same type, Yueji has a growing market share.

The better the development, the more stable it must be.

They plan to use the Shen City branch as a model first, set up branches in various cities, and gradually gain a firm foothold.

Therefore, in the second half of the reception, the two of them had little interest and only had a few conversations with people occasionally.

After drinking a few glasses of white wine, the feeling of being slightly drunk gradually rose.

At Qin Jiamu's suggestion, the two of them came to the terrace to enjoy the air and sober up.

There were some people standing outside the terrace, leaning on the railing to push and change glasses.

Sheng Mumu glanced inadvertently and saw a familiar face.

She pushed Qin Jiamu's arm.

"Sister Jiamu, is that man over there Song Yue?"

"Song Yue? Who?" Qin Jiamu didn't react immediately, looked to the side, and then suddenly remembered, "Ting Ran's ex-husband, that scumbag?"

"Yeah." Sheng Mumu's eyes fell on the direction of the outdoor table, becoming more and more sure, "It's him."

At the outdoor table, there were three men chatting, one of them was Song Yue.

Qin Jiamu: "Song Yue Company specializes in foreign trade, and has cooperated with many different types of companies. It has a wide network of contacts. It is not surprising that it will appear on the invitation list of the reception."

Sheng Mumu let out an "um" and looked away.

Coincidentally.

Just then, the phone rang in the handbag.

Su Tingran sent a video call.

Yesterday, Su Tingran set off for a trip to Europe.

First, to relax.

Secondly, she was envious of the two Mus having their own careers, and was eager to try.

Su Tingran's personality is more gentle and reserved than theirs, and he has no plans to start a business or set up a company.

I plan to pick up the fashion design major I studied in college again. If I can open a small clothing store and sell the clothes I designed, I will be very satisfied.

During this trip to Europe, she mainly wanted to visit small shops opened by foreign independent designers.

The video call is connected.

Su Tingran's gentle smiling face appeared on the screen.

"Mu Mu, Sister Jia Mu, do you guess where I am?"

Sheng Mumu and Qin Jiamu looked at each other and were stunned.

no idea.

Qin Jiamu: "Madrid?"

Sheng Mumu: "Florence?"

It's just wild guessing.

"I'm in Milan." Su Tingran didn't hold back anymore and revealed the answer directly.

Su Tingran turned the camera to show an old street behind him.

"There are many ready-to-wear shops on this street that have been open for hundreds of years. I have seen the names of many designers on the invitation list of Milan Fashion Week."

"Listen, don't be envious." Sheng Mumu raised her eyebrows and said in an encouraging tone, "When your clothing store opens, let's set a small goal first and participate in Milan Fashion Week."

A pleasant laughter came from the phone.

"Mumu, are you sure this is a small target?"

Qin Jiamu rested her chin on the railing, and casually agreed: "Set your goals, don't you be more courageous? I have more bold ideas, do you want to listen?"

After the words fell, the three of them laughed at the same time.

……

not far away.

Song Yue tightened his eyebrows.

He has seen them since Sheng Mumu and the others came to the terrace.

I wanted to pretend that I didn't see it and continue to discuss business with people.

Until he heard a familiar voice drifting over, he couldn't calm down anymore, and all his attention was drawn away by Su Tingran's voice.

He heard Su Tingran say that she was abroad.

I heard that she plans to open a clothing store.

Clothing store.

Song Yue was in a trance for a while, his eyes were empty.

She seemed to have mentioned it to him before.

At that time, he only thought that she thought staying at home was too boring and said casually, but he forgot about it when he turned around.

Hearing it now, every word is like a sharp knife, piercing into my heart.

Song Yue lowered his eyes to hide his bitter expression.

Yes.

Ting Ran has always been good at these.

In the past, even if he was abroad, he would always receive new seasonal clothes from her.

Fold them separately according to the matching, and take photos carefully, tell him which tie looks better with which shirt, and let him match it directly according to the photo.

A while ago, I met up with some friends.

Friends teased him: Lao Song, you have become sloppy since you got divorced, and you are not as particular about your clothes as before. What's going on?

He smiled and changed the topic.

Looking back now, my heart seems to be grasped and squeezed by a pair of invisible hands.

Every tone in the distance reminded him.

He is so sorry.

After losing Ting Ran, every day is fragmented.

The details that have long been engraved in the living habits are disappearing little by little.

He lost such a good woman.

I'm going crazy with regret.

A cool breeze blows.

Song Yue's thoughts were awakened a bit.

He looked up at the source of Su Tingran's voice.

But I only saw two figures leaving gracefully.

……

Sheng Mumu returned home.

Chat with Qi Mo and share the trivial things that happened at the reception.

Including meeting Ting Ran Zha's ex-husband.

Qi Mo was leaning on the sofa, with his long legs crossed, his posture was lazy and undisciplined.

The long arms stretched out and rested on the back of the sofa behind Sheng Mumu.

Listen to her carefully.

"Did you know..." Sheng Mumu smiled badly, "I deliberately turned on my phone, chatted loudly on purpose, and laughed out loud."

Qi Mo covered the back of her neck with his big palm, rubbing his fingertips, and slightly opened his deep eyes, showing that he was very interested in her topic.

Sheng Mumu relaxed her posture, letting the man beside her massage her neck, crossed her arms, and raised her eyebrows:

"I just want that scumbag to know how good Ting Ran is after leaving him."

"Also, Sister Jiamu is worthy of being Sister Jiamu, she immediately understood what I mean."

She bent her eyes.

"Sister Jiamu emphasized to Ting Ran in a super loud voice, asking her to find a male model to have a relationship with after the investigation."

"I heard that Ran has seen too many ugly things before, so he should wash his eyes."

"Murder and murder! Song scumbag must have heard it."

Sheng Mumu smiled until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his tone trembled slightly.

Qi Mo smiled without saying a word, looking down at her, there was a gleam in the dark pupils.

The palms didn't stop, they were still kneading.

I think she looks very cute when she speaks with anger for a while, and laughs for a while.

Not enough to look at.

After a while, Sheng Mumu finally stopped smiling, as if she suddenly thought of something, she turned her head and said, "By the way, I have something to tell you. I'm going on a business trip in a while, and I'm going to Shenshi."

Qi Mo's palms moved, "When?"

Sheng Mumu: "Depart after the Lantern Festival, the sixteenth day of the New Year."

Qi Mo: "Alone?"

Sheng Mumu nodded: "Well, alone, Sister Jiamu and Cheng Zhuo stay in Beijing to handle the company's affairs."

"I'll go too." Qi Mo answered.

Sheng Mumu opened his eyes: "?"

Thinking she didn't hear clearly, Qi Mo repeated: "I said I'll go too."

Sheng Mumu looked serious: "I'm going to work without my family."

Qi Mo was stunned for a few seconds, the corner of his mouth raised.

As if pleased by the word "family", his eyes darkened.

Ignoring Sheng Mumu's words, he said to himself:

"Well, I'm going to Shen City too."

Sheng Mumu:? ? ?

no……

This man can't understand what people say.

Sheng Mumu: "I—"

Just as she was about to speak, the big palm on the back of her neck increased slightly and squeezed.

The man's voice with a faint smile interrupted her:

"The resort has some things to deal with, and I planned to go there next year."

"..." Sheng Mumu was silent.

His eyes turned around on the man's leisurely and even somewhat joyful face.

Narrowing his eyes, leaning his neck back, he spoke suspiciously:

"Why can't I believe it so much?"

Qi Mo: "..."

"Really?"

"real."