They are not divorced today

After watching the movie, Song Xinyan and Qin Mulang found a light restaurant in a nearby shopping mall for their lunch.Then, I confirmed with my colleagues that the client's affairs were completed.Afterwards, he and Qin Mulang went back to the hotel front desk to pick up their luggage and headed to the airport together. The flight they booked was an hour later than theirs, so it probably wouldn't be possible to meet them, and it didn't matter if they didn't go together.

The plane in the afternoon is particularly prone to delays, Song Xinyan and Qin Mulang's flight boarded half an hour late.They booked the first-class cabin and rested in the VIP lounge for half an hour, but there was nothing wrong with it, except that Qin Mulang's cold seemed to be worse than yesterday, and he always felt very uncomfortable.

After boarding the plane, the two found the corresponding seats and sat down. Song Xinyan put on her seat belt and said to Qin Mulang, "If you still feel so uncomfortable tomorrow, why don't you go to the hospital?"

Qin Mulang was so uncomfortable that he didn't want to speak: "Yes."

Half an hour after the plane took off, Qin Mulang pulled up the armrest between him and Song Xinyan's seat. He felt a little dizzy, so he rested on Song Xinyan's lap. Song Xinyan didn't refuse, and folded two blankets together to cover him. body, to avoid the cold from aggravating again after going to bed.

During the more than two hours on the plane, Qin Mulang slept the whole time, and the stewardess pushed the trolley to deliver the food, but he ignored it. Song Xinyan was afraid that it would affect his rest, so she just pushed it away. The food on the plane was so stale, the following After the plane, go home and eat.

The plane arrived at Guangzhou Airport on time.

After getting off the plane, both Song Xinyan and Qin Mulang changed into thick clothes. The temperature in Guangcheng was ten degrees higher than that in Shanghai.In fact, this alternation of hot and cold makes it easier to catch a cold. This is what Song Xinyan is most worried about now.

When the two came out of the airport, Song Xinyan asked Qin Mulang, "Are you still dizzy?"

Qin Mulang said: "After sleeping, my head is not dizzy, but my nose is blocked."

Song Xinyan: "It seems to be aggravated." The two directly took a special car on the software to go home. The price is a bit more expensive, but it is more comfortable than a taxi.

After getting in the car, Qin Mulang still leaned on Song Xinyan's shoulder, but he slept a lot on the plane, so he didn't fall asleep, so he just chatted.

At this time, it was already the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, and Guangcheng was illuminated by a little bit of light, giving off a little warmth.

Song Xinyan handed Qin Mulang a tissue: "It's still uncomfortable, go to the hospital tomorrow."

Qin Mulang nodded: "Yes."

The journey from the airport to home was about four to 10 minutes. When they returned to their familiar home, Qin Mulang slumped on the sofa and didn't want to move. It was still at home.Qin Mulang was a laborer and fell ill, so Song Xinyan could only take out the clothes that needed to be changed and washed out of the suitcase, and then went to the kitchen to get some food.With Qin Mulang's current state, they couldn't eat any big meals, and they had to avoid spicy and greasy food.

Song Xinyan cooked the porridge, turned on the range hood in the kitchen, walked out of the hall, and saw Qin Mulang, who was slumped on the sofa, leaning on the pillow to answer the phone.

"It should be fine on weekends, but I have to confirm with Xin Yan that he is cooking porridge for me."

"It's a cold, don't worry, it's not serious, it should be fine on Saturday."

"Um, um, oh, oh, got it, I hung up."

Song Xinyan wiped her hands and asked him, "Your mother?"

Qin Mulang nodded: "Well, the weekend is Ching Ming Festival, let us go back, last time my dad told us, you remember."

Song Xinyan said, "I remember, I'm free."

Qin Mulang explained his parents' intentions to him: "We haven't visited my grandparents together since we got married, so they want us to go to worship once. It doesn't matter if you don't want to go, I just push them away. "

Song Xinyan sat next to him: "I'm fine, I should go."

Qin Mulang said: "Okay then, I'll send them a message saying you'll be there, we'll go home on Friday night and stay overnight."

Song Xinyan nodded: "Okay, after get off work, we will leave directly from the company."

Speaking of Qingming Festival, Qin Mulang couldn't help mentioning his grandparents to Song Xinyan: "My grandpa died of liver cancer. When my grandma was young, she was not in good health when she gave birth to my uncle. My grandpa was earlier, and she loved me very much when she was alive. They have been living abroad with my uncle, and wanted to return to their hometown after death, so my dad brought their ashes back and found a feng shui place for burial. "

"Have I ever told you that I grew up abroad with my grandparents when I was a child, and I only came back to reunite with my parents during the holidays or winter and summer vacations. However, most of the time, my parents went to accompany us. Later, I My grandparents passed away one after another, so my parents took me back to China, and they didn't want to go abroad all day long, and hoped that I could be by their side."

Song Xinyan didn't know his grandparents well, so she couldn't ask too many questions, so she asked something else: "When did you return to China?"

Qin Mulang said: "In the first year of high school, I couldn't keep up with the rhythm of my studies at the beginning. My parents found a tutor to teach me a little bit every day, and they just made up the knowledge. Two tutors gave me extra lessons every day. I was almost tired and cried, and I really wanted to tell my parents to go back to the United States, but in the end I gritted my teeth and persisted."

Song Xinyan looked at him and said, "Fortunately, you persevered." Otherwise, I wouldn't know where to find you.Song Xinyan swallowed the latter sentence directly in her stomach and didn't say it.

Qin Mulang was deeply convinced: "Yes, otherwise I wouldn't have the happy life I have now."

Song Xinyan stuffed a pillow into his arms, got up and said, "I have a cold and live a happy life, I'll go see if the porridge is boiled."

Qin Mulang embraced the soft pillow, looked at Song Xinyan's back and smiled.

It is not happy to have such a lover, what kind of life is happiness.Grandma told him before she was alive that one must know how to cherish a person. Maybe he didn’t understand it before, but now he understands that when someone you cherish shows up, you will know that this is what you want, and this is the life you really want .

The two of them still had porridge and side dishes for dinner, and Qin Mulang's cold was getting worse, so he went to bed after taking the medicine and taking a shower.

Song Xinyan still has emails to deal with. Next Monday, the Ching Ming Festival holiday, he needs to make proper work arrangements in advance.He has not lost contact with the company during the few days of his business trip, and when he is not busy, he will also check what everyone is dealing with in the work group.As long as something happens in the large groups of the product group and other departments, he can go up and see it, learn more about related problems, and be mentally prepared when his team members encounter similar things, or try to avoid such problems as much as possible Appear.

A major event happened to Liu Bo's team yesterday, a project that was handed over to him, because he hadn't communicated with the customer, and when the deadline came, the customer was not satisfied with the company's products, and now he is arguing with the company.It's hard for Song Xinyan to say which department's problem it is. He just reminded everyone in their group to communicate with customers as much as possible.

When he woke up the next morning, Qin Mulang's cold was better, but Song Xinyan still took half a day off to accompany him to the hospital. The doctor prescribed some medicines for his symptoms.

On the way back, Song Xinyan asked Qin Mulang, "How's your mother's hand?"

Qin Mulang wiped his nose with a tissue: "It's still in plaster, just go to the hospital to remove it when the time comes, and take good care of it later."

Song Xinyan drove the car and said, "That's okay." Seeing that Qin Mulang's spirits were still not in good shape, he said, "Why don't you go to the company today and go home to rest."

Qin Mulang shook his head: "I still have something to do later, I will ask Zhang Luo to take me home in the afternoon."

Song Xinyan said: "Okay, don't hold on, the money will never run out."

Qin Mulang propped his face and said, "Actually, I think I'm quite poor."

Song Xinyan cast a glance at this "poor man": "The rich live in a rich way, and the poor also live in a poor way. The richest man in the country will also say in front of reporters that he has never received a penny of wages. You say he is rich or poor."

Song Xinyan's thoughts are always on the same channel as Qin Mulang's. The two have no obstacles in communication and can understand each other.

After sending Qin Mulang to the company, Song Xinyan returned to her company.As soon as they returned to their seats, Huang Xinxin and Tang Guangyang cast fiery glances.

Song Xinyan smiled and said, "Do you have something to share with me?"

Huang Xinxin nodded sharply: "Yes, Brother Song, the four of us will have dinner together at noon, I'll treat you."

Song Xinyan laughed at her: "Miss Xin has suddenly become generous. Congratulations."

Tang Feiyang said: "The main reason is that we all miss Song Ge's days in the company."

Song Xinyan didn't tease them either: "Thank you for missing me, Xinxin book a table, I'll treat you at noon."

Huang Xinxin and Tang Feiyang were preparing to return to their workstations with smiling faces.

Song Xinyan looked up at them and found that Zou Guangyan was not there: "Where's Xiao Zou?"

Huang Xinxin said: "Xiao Zou was still there just now, maybe he went to the bathroom."

Song Xinyan told her: "Tell him to come and find me later."

Zou Guangyan did go to the bathroom, and when he came back, Huang Xinxin gave him a look and told him that Song Xinyan was looking for him.

After a while, Zou Guangyan sat down on the office chair next to Song Xinyan: "Brother Song, are you looking for me?"

To be on the safe side, Song Xinyan asked him about the Zeshui Company. He didn't want to meet Liu Zeyu, so he arranged for Zou Guangyan to go there.Of course, he would not joke about the company's reputation and his own future, and he believed that Xiao Zou entrusted him with this project to follow up.

Song Xinyan asked him, "Well, have you communicated with Zhou Xinran?"

Zou Guangyan: "We communicated, but we didn't talk face to face. I sent her the first version of our design plan."

Song Xinyan was puzzled: "Didn't we talk face to face?"

Zou Guangyan didn't want to meet Liu Zeyu even more than Song Xinyan, he hesitated: "Not yet."

Song Xinyan reminded him: "Time is tight, so hurry up and confirm with them. After the signature is signed, our technical department can start writing the program. The sooner the project is completed, the better for us."

Zou Guangyan said, "Understood."

Song Xinyan originally wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but changed his hand to push the glasses as soon as he stretched out his hand. He didn't forget that Zou Guangyan was a little bit interesting to him.For now, though, it seems like the obsessive focus on himself has been removed, and that's a good thing.

Song Xinyan said: "Then contact Zhou Xinran as soon as possible. Today is Thursday, and see if we can get her to sign tomorrow. I won't go to work next Monday, or it will take several days."

Zou Guangyan should be, and then returned to his seat, tangled up.After a long while, he finally made a decision to die. He called Zhou Xinran and made an appointment with him.

However, Zhou Xinran told him that their manager Liu is now in charge of this matter, she is just an assistant, and if they make an appointment, they have to make an appointment with their manager Liu.

Zou Guangyan almost said that whoever wants to make an appointment with that scumbag, but considering his job and Brother Song who is good to him, he held back. He just didn't know whether to talk about work or beat him up first after making an appointment with the scumbag. a meal.

In the end, Zhou Xinran helped Zou Guangyan make an appointment with Liu Zeyu. At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, he brought the product design copy and met at Zeshui Company. Zou Guangyan gritted his teeth and pinched his thigh, go, he will go!

After receiving the news that Zou Guangyan was going to Zeshui Company tomorrow, Song Xinyan felt that this kid was quite courageous in doing things, and he would do what he said. It would be better if he was more proactive. It seems that he still needs a lot of encouragement.

At noon, Song Xinyan took the three little ones in his group to eat Japanese food.

Zou Guangyan fit in well, the relationship between the three of them seemed to be strong, there was nothing special to worry about when talking, young people also have the way of getting along with young people, but Song Xinyan felt that he was still a little distant from them.Of course, there is nothing wrong with this sense of distance. It still takes a little deterrence to control them, and it is enough to bring affinity when nothing happens.He still understands the stalks of young people now, unlike the two managers in the next door group, there is still a certain generation gap between them and the young people, and the communication is always a bit different from what they imagined.Song Xinyan felt that she should know how to learn lessons from them and resolutely not to make the same mistakes.

In terms of work, Song Xinyan did a good job, and Yan Jianshan was also very satisfied.At this moment, Director Yan is still thinking about one thing. He has a headache about who will be responsible for a standard version of the software that the company will release recently.After this software comes out, it can be directly recommended to customers for use, and it is also the first step for the company to transform from outsourcing to direct sales of financial software.

The competition in the market is fierce now, and I don't know if it will be successful. Yan Jianshan is thinking about the list in his hand. He feels that he needs to find an opportunity to have a good chat with Song Xinyan. This is his best candidate.

The weather cleared up on Friday, and Qin Mulang was recuperating at home. It was almost the time for Song Xinyan to get off work, so he went directly to Song Xinyan's office to pick him up and go back to his parents' house together, tomorrow we went to visit the grave.

The number of times the two went back together increased. Qin's father and Qin's mother were not so unfamiliar with Song Xinyan at the beginning. Before they came back, they would secretly call Qin Mulang and chat about what kind of food Song Xinyan likes to eat.

Mother Qin: "Does Xinyan like seafood?"

Qin Mulang: "I like it."

Mother Qin: "Where are the vegetables?"

Qin Mulang: "I like it."

Mother Qin: "Where's the bacon?"

Qin Mulang: "I like it."

Mother Qin: "Where's the fruit?"

Qin Mulang: "I like it."

Qin's mother suddenly said: "Son, you see that Xin Yan is not picky at all, you are the most picky in the whole family, what use is there for you."

Qin Mulang, who was disgusted by Qin's mother and caught a cold, felt very wronged. He told Song Xinyan about it. Song Xinyan probed his forehead to confirm that he didn't have a fever before raising the corners of his mouth and saying, "Even if you don't love Eat fruit, don't like vegetables, and become as thin as a stick, I don't dislike you either."

Qin Mulang felt that he had received a little comfort.

As the car moved forward, Qin Mulang thought about it for a while, and after some mental preparation, he asked Song Xinyan: "Do you have any relatives who need to worship on Qingming Festival?"

Song Xinyan stared ahead, lost in thought, and said, "Yes."