Whether it's because of a car accident or not, I don't think you need to care about it since I don't remember it any more. "

"I can probably guess how you feel. Do you think I saved your life, and you want to repay it? Mr. Gong, I don't think it's necessary. Maybe for me at that time, it was just a matter of lifting a finger. Since this matter has passed for ten years, let him go. "

"I don't need you to repay me. You don't have to think you owe me anything. "

"It's just what you think." Miyazawa from seems to be in the mood, the voice is more and more low, "you saved me, I can't say nothing. Even if you think it doesn't matter, I always feel that I owe you a favor. "

"I can't fail to repay you for saving my life."

Qiao Mianmian

"As you say, I saved you, didn't I? So I'm your Savior? "

"Yes."

"So should you listen to the Savior?"

"Qiao Mianmian, you..."

"Mr. Gong, I really don't think you need to repay me, nor do I. If you feel you owe me, I'll make a request for you. If you do, you will be repaying my kindness. "

"What?"

"Forget about it. We'll try not to have any contact in the future, OK. Because you will really cause trouble to me and my other half. "

"I don't want him to be unhappy."

"Don't call me again, Mr. Gong. I have something else to do. I'll hang up. "

Qiao Mianmian finished and hung up.

*

On the other side.

Miyazawa from the phone to listen to the broken line sound, clenched the phone, slender finger joints a little white.

She refused him.

In fact, it was in his expectation, but why was he so angry?

Those words, she said very easily.

She said to let him down.

He also wanted to put it down, but could he.

Those unimportant things for her, for him, but he can not put down a piece of heart disease.

Miyazawa from the phone to maintain a posture, motionless standing in front of the French window, standing for a long time.

Until there was a knock at the door.

He finally recovered, took a deep breath, adjusted the expression on his face, turned and said, "come in."

The door opened.

His assistant came in.

Assistant a face urgent color, the look on the face is still some dignified, holding a stack of documents in hand, the pace hurried to the desk.

"Mr. Gong." The assistant pursed his lips, put a thick stack of documents on his desk, and said, "now Mohist has cancelled all the cooperation with Gong, withdrawn all the investment, and many ongoing projects have been interrupted."

"These projects can not be carried out now, which has caused great impact and loss to Gong family."

"These are just the financial statements. It's just a day's loss. It's amazing. If it's all like this, it will be a big blow to Gong. "

Gong Zeli looked down at the financial statements on the table. His eyes narrowed and he picked them up.

He looked for a while, the expression on his face didn't seem to change, but the coldness under his eyes became more and more serious.

A moment later, he put the document down.

"Mr. Gong, what should we do next?" Asked the assistant.