Chapter 152: Confession
Many years later, whenever Chen Shaoan recalled that night in the New York branch, he would have been seriously injured if a piece of information had not arrived in time.

As for the content of the message and who sent it, it will always remain a mystery.

New York time, 3 p.m.

On the way to the airport, Xu Zhou hesitated for a few seconds before taking out his mobile phone and calmly forwarding his resignation letter to his boss's email.

She tilted her head slightly and interrupted the man's thoughts slowly.

"Sir, Miss Liang has an email and asked me to forward it to you. I was too busy a few days ago and missed it, so it has been delayed until now."

He knew that even if he deliberately missed it, the gentleman would definitely give him a bonus.

Nice idea.

The car fell into silence. The man in the back seat closed his eyes and seemed to have no reaction when he heard this.

Xu Zhou withdrew his head, feeling unsure.

I shouldn't have sent the email at all.

Just pretend you are blind?

But I clearly talked to the girl that day. He said one thing in public and another behind her back. We should not be so despicable.

After a while, I heard my husband casually ask, "What is the reason for resignation?"

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Xu Zhou was surprised.

Mr. Liang knows Miss Liang better than anyone else. He can guess the content of the email without even reading it.

After calming down, he replied: "I have other life plans. I am grateful to China and Hong Kong, and to everyone."

Restate the original text.

A very correct statement.

The 'everyone' here probably refers especially to Mr. Chen.

In the central rearview mirror, the man remained indifferent after hearing what was said, leaning back in his seat with a calm expression. Judging from his facial features, there was no sign of any emotional fluctuation.

Xu Zhou felt relieved, vaguely feeling that the gentleman's mood was no longer as depressed and cold as it had been at the beginning.

No one knows the reason better than him, the special assistant, for forcing the five-day trip to be compressed into three days.

The gentleman can't let go of the little girl.

Three days of calmness is the limit.

After a long flight, we arrived in China at night the next day.

Moments after landing, heavy rain began to fall in the capital, with thunder and lightning in an instant.

Shuttled through the heat wave fog, the business car took the S01 Airport Expressway directly and headed towards the East Third Ring Road.
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At the same time, in Manhe Apartment.

Looking at the bad weather, Liang Weining gave up the idea of ​​ordering takeout, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen, ready to do it himself.

Apart from soda and milk, there were only a few eggs and tomatoes lying alone in the refrigerator.

No choice.

Tomato egg noodles.

Follow the steps as you remember, turn on the heat, stir-fry with oil, and then cook the noodles.

Fifteen minutes later, dinner was served.

He had high expectations, but the moment the noodles entered his mouth, Liang Weining stopped chewing, put his chopsticks at his mouth, and frowned.

He rested his elbows on the table, supported his forehead, lowered his head and closed his eyes. After a long while, the discomfort in his stomach slowly subsided.

hard to swallow.

With red eyes, she forced herself to eat a few more bites, tears falling down her face. She put the mixed noodles into her mouth and enjoyed her dinner mechanically and numbly.

When she was in school, there were cafeterias and takeout. Later, when she worked in the port area, her best friend took great care to feed her. Now when she came to Beijing, the housekeeper cooked for her in different ways every day.

However, after living for twenty-three years, she still couldn't cook a bowl of noodles.

The relationship failed and the self-care ability was a mess.

How could I have the nerve to assure the old couple that their daughter was invincible and the best?

Bullshit confidence.

Tears burst out like a flood, and the emotions that had been suppressed for days finally found a breakthrough, and I was able to cry freely.

Crying and reflecting.

Why do fried eggs have such a strong fishy smell?

Unconvinced, I got up, opened the refrigerator, and read the package carefully, only to find that I had made a mistake and bought organic duck eggs.

damned.

Since she was a child, she hated eating duck eggs the most.

So, it wasn't her fault at all.

It's God's fault.

The fault is with that duck.

After ten minutes, her tears gradually stopped, she threw large wads of tissue paper into the trash can, she pulled herself together, picked up her chopsticks again and continued eating noodles.

Just then, the phone next to me rang, and the caller ID showed "Teacher Xie".

Staring blankly at the screen, Liang Weining sniffed, took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and cleared his throat.

Press Answer.

"Mom." His throat was slightly hoarse.

Teacher Xie immediately sensed something was wrong and asked with concern, "What's wrong, girl?"

"It's okay. I was just cooking and was choked by the fumes."

Calm down and make excuses.

The voice on the phone clearly showed disbelief. "The apartment kitchen is not equipped with a range hood?"

Have.

"But there's a fire in the pot, and it can't be suppressed."

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It was hard to imagine that scene. She was rarely allowed to enter the kitchen since she was a child, which led to the current predicament. Teacher Xie sighed, regretted, and wanted to laugh.

Mixed feelings.

The mother and daughter chatted for a few minutes, and before hanging up the phone, Teacher Xie said, "When you are out on your own, you are unfamiliar with the place. If you encounter difficulties, lack of money, or problems at work, you can tell us. Don't be stubborn, okay?"

The little girl was silent.

Faced with her mother's concern, she felt deeply guilty.

Because since entering society, I have hardly shared my life with the old couple.

The heat is rising.

Tonight, the sudden loneliness made her want to talk.

"Mother."

Liang Weining's voice choked up, her eyes reddened uncontrollably, and she said, "I had a falling out with a good friend."

Teacher Xie was slightly stunned.

Understand your daughter's temperament.

I won't tell her these things unless it's absolutely necessary.

Subconsciously lowering his tone, he asked tentatively: "Why did you break up? Was there a misunderstanding?"

The little girl shook her head.

"It has nothing to do with misunderstanding. I just feel confused and desperate. We obviously care about each other, but there always seems to be something between us that I can't penetrate or touch. I don't know where to start."

Personality factors will affect the way friends get along with each other to a certain extent.

Teacher Xie asked: "What kind of job does the other person do? Is he usually very busy?"

Ok.

“Super busy.”

Liang Weining lowered his eyes and muttered, "I'm busy too."

now it's right.

In fact, it is easy to find the source. Teacher Xie said: "Learn to slow down. Only by slowing down can you fully experience life and the people around you."

"You mean, I have to put work second in order to make friends?"

“You can’t think too extreme.”

Teacher Xie used an analogy to explain to her, "In the first two years after your father and I got married, we lived apart and were busy with our own things. As time went on, we lost communication, conflicts arose one after another, and we almost got divorced."

what.

There is such a thing.

"What happened in the end?" Liang Weining swallowed nervously.

The mother smiled and said, "Your father went all out and bought his first car. He traveled back and forth on weekends and looked forward to seeing him every week. Naturally, the relationship between the couple gradually improved."

"It's going to take sacrifice on one side or the other?" she asked.

"It's not a sacrifice."

Teacher Xie sighed softly: "As long as you have a heart and feelings, you can think of a hundred solutions. If you don't have a heart and feelings, even if you take a small step, you will feel that you are at a disadvantage."

Liang Weining remained silent.

Teacher Xie continued, "Whether it's friendship, love, marriage, or family, do your best to manage it, so that you have a clear conscience and no regrets. Even if the result is not satisfactory, you will not regret it when you look back in the future. Baby, do you understand what mom means?"

clear.

The little girl nodded with red eyes.
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After the call ended, Lao Liang, who was reading a newspaper on the sofa, took off his glasses, looked at his wife and asked, "What are you whispering about that I can't hear?"

"My daughter has been heartbroken." Teacher Xie brought some fruit to the living room and sat down.

The air was still and there was no response from my side.

Suspected ear problem.

Lao Liang asked again: "What did you just say?"

Broken heart.

Who to fall in love with.

"You're only 23 years old, what's the point of dating? How come I don't know when it happened?"

After these three soul-searching questions, the usually calm Lao Liang was now on the verge of collapse.

Teacher Xie sat upright on the sofa, ignoring someone's rage, and said calmly, "Children have to grow up eventually. Can they accompany you for the rest of your life?"

What's more, it was who vowed at the New Year's Eve reunion dinner that when his daughter falls in love, finds a boyfriend, gets married, and has children, it should all be according to her own wishes, and as a father, he would never interfere.

As I get older, my memory becomes really bad.

However, Lao Liang never figured it out.

He paced back and forth in the living room, extremely annoyed.

Before going to bed, he asked his wife with a serious face: "Who is the other party? Tell me his name and I will ask my friends to check it out."

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Teacher Xie was speechless.

She tore off the mask and covered his face. "My daughter has good taste. When you come back during the Spring Festival, you can ask her yourself."

I broke up with my 'good friend', but I didn't explicitly say it was my boyfriend.

As a mother, you should cooperate and protect your child's little secrets.