Chapter 227 In addition to waiting
What surprised me was not the transfer to the headquarters, but the position.

Seeing the confusion in the little girl's eyes, Chen Jingyuan added: "Go to the project department and assist Zhuang Jiming in taking charge of the biomedical section of Lianwu Island Phase II. In the next few years, you may be stationed in the port area. As for assistants, if you don't have a suitable candidate, I will let Xu Zhou arrange it for you."

The amount of information is too much and it takes time to digest.

However, Liang Weining still caught the point and asked tentatively: "Are all the above the Chairman's intentions?"

"What's the difference?" Chen Jingyuan did not give a direct answer.

Of course there are.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Being in charge of the biomedical sector means that I can continue to develop the core technology of HEART-C, which is very important to me."

As to why it is important.

Liang Weining felt a mixture of surprise and sadness, and felt that the man from Taiping Mountain was not as unkind as she had imagined.

To her, HEART-C means much more than just an AI product.

Some things don't need to be said. The two of them are in tune with each other, and Mr. Chen can understand.

His fingertips brushed across the girl's slightly moist eyes, and Chen Jingyuan closed his arms, gently embracing her in his arms, his voice low and soft: "The spirit of a gambler is indeed valuable, but there can't be a next time, Ningning."

The person in his arms nodded, his voice tinged with hoarseness, "I'm sorry for making you worry again."

There was a soft laugh in my ear, filled with a hint of doting.

Chen Jingyuan tilted his head slightly, his warm breath against her fragrant hair, his Adam's apple rolling: "I have a repentant heart, but no intention to change. This life is still long, what else can I do except bear it."

Successfully made the little girl laugh.

She raised her head and pretended to be puzzled and asked, "How long is a lifetime?"

So naive.

Looking into those clear eyes, Chen Jingyuan leaned forward and whispered softly, "Try it."

"try what?"

"How long is a lifetime?"

The mellow tone ends with a passionate kiss.

That night, Liang Weining thought that he was too drunk and was overly sober.

The bathroom in Xiangyue Mansion was filled with mist.

The girl's rosy face pressed against Mr. Chen's taut shoulders, and suddenly a question came to her mind, "Does living in Hong Kong mean that we have to start a long-distance relationship?"

The sudden remark caused a love affair to become complicated.

The veins on the arm holding her waist were bulging, and the consequence of being distracted was an even more brutal possession.

The blushing moaning sound kept echoing in her ears. Liang Weining instinctively shrank back, biting her lip and closing her eyes in embarrassment.

With his hot palms resting on the side of the washbasin, Chen Jingyuan lowered his eyes to the person under him. He stared at her with dark eyes for a while, then slowly lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the girl's trembling eyelashes.

We have to make choices at every moment in our lives.

"What will you do if we are in a different place?"

As is his usual style, Mr. Chen likes to throw the question back to the questioner.

However, the little girl remained silent, as if she had not figured out how to deal with the upcoming emotional test.

Actually, it’s not really a test.

The port area is only a three-hour flight away from the capital, so even if we live in two different places, we can always see each other several times a month.

Halfway through comforting herself, she was interrupted by the man in a low voice: "Have you ever thought that returning to the headquarters is far less free than you are in Beijing?"

frown.

"When you say freedom, what exactly do you mean?" The little girl looked at him tenderly.

Chen Jingyuan didn't say anything, but his lustful eyes deepened a little.

At that age when I am still young and fearless, I am always fearless in doing anything.

Being his wife, why should she care about other people's faces? The little girl was born to be spoiled, to live a carefree and fulfilling life, but now, for the sake of a relationship, she has to work hard to gain the approval of her elders.

I have hated the blood flowing in my body countless times.

But at a certain moment in the car just now, Chen Jingyuan saw the girl's firm eyes and felt another unprecedented consideration.

After weighing the pros and cons, should he re-examine the so-called "father-son rift" between him and the man on Taiping Mountain that has persisted for a full ten years?

The little girl pays attention to family feeling, especially the family atmosphere.

The Chen family is really not good enough. But there is no other Chen family in the world.

The status quo that is difficult to change will sooner or later make her disappointed, and even make her regret the compromises and efforts she has made.

The authorities are fascinated.

This was probably the first time in Mr. Chen's life that he did not dare to mention the word "original family" in front of the person he liked.

He also has times when he escapes.

The bathroom was finished and it was late at night.

Liang Weining was wrapped in a nightgown, lying exhausted on the big bed. While the boss was in the study, she slowly opened her eyes, pretending to be asleep, secretly took the phone, and sent a message to her bestie.

Sharing the good news that I have been transferred back to Hong Kong, the two sisters can live together again from now on.

Gu Yunzhen seemed extremely guilty about this.

[Has the date been confirmed?]

Typed reply: [After handing over the work here, no later than the middle of next month. ]

Not quite right.

Liang Weining asked suspiciously: [What are you doing? You seem absent-minded.]

The clues were discovered.

[No, I just came back from a business trip and I'm so sleepy. Look at the time now.]

Oh, eleven o'clock.

Although she was not sleepy, Liang Weining still said "good night" to her best friend sensibly.

After a few minutes, the screen lit up again.

I opened it and saw a soul-searching question from my bestie: [Will your boyfriend agree to move back to the rental house? ]

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We are in a long-distance relationship, so what difference does it make where we live?

Not taking it seriously, Liang Weining covered herself with the quilt, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
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When I arrived at the company the next day, at 9:50 in the morning, two personnel transfer orders were issued at the same time.

The entire division was silent.

But if you look closely, you will find that at every workstation, there is a pair of moist eyes, tacitly directed towards the door of the director's office not far away.

Why are there tears in their eyes? Because their good days are over.

Rumor has it that after the boss leaves, the group will send another executive known as the "female devil" to take over the business unit.

It is said that any newcomer with less than half a year of service can't survive more than three days under the opponent's hands.

Three days, what a concept.

With such horrific means of exploitation, how could they survive?
In the office, Liang Weining stood in front of the blinds with a mobile phone in his hand, opened a gap with his hand, observed the situation outside and congratulated people.

The second personnel transfer letter formally appointed Zhuang Jiming as the interim CEO of Xizhou Technology.

From now on, you should call him "Mr. Zhuang".

"It's just a temporary replacement, don't congratulate me too early."

Zhuang Jiming was already in the headquarters building at this time. He smiled and said to the girl, "After half a year, we have become partners again. It seems that what I said casually at the beginning may really come true."

Not a possibility, but a certainty.

Let’s work together to write Little C into the history of China-Hong Kong progress.

She always remembers.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Weining called Alina on the internal line and asked her what was going on with those little brats. They all looked so hopeless, were they planning a collective strike?
There won't be a strike.

"It's psychological. He's just scaring himself."

Alina sighed and handed over several resignation letters, saying with a half-smile, "They are almost new employees, and the reasons for resignation are varied."

Liang Weining took it with a normal expression, picked up one at random, and glanced at it.

After reading it, I fell silent.

half an hour.

She asked Alina, half-doubtingly, "Do I usually look like someone who does charity work?"