However, they were all middle-aged men who were old, and occasionally there was a woman, but she was also a middle-aged woman. There were hardly any young and beautiful people like Zheng Yan who had made a name for themselves in the mall.
Nian Xiaomu took a look and sat down in his seat with great confidence.
Turning over the meeting flow chart in her hand.
The first process of the opening ceremony was for the organiser of the event to speak on stage.
It was a pity that the flow chart did not mark who would be speaking for the Mo family.
Was it Mo Qian? Or was it Mo Eternal?
Originally, Nian Xiaomu was sure that it was Mo Qian, but after hearing Zheng Yan’s words just now, she thought that it might be Mo Eternal.
According to Zheng Yan, Mo Eternal was the closest to the head of the Mo family, but the Mo family was now grooming Mo Qian as the heir.
It doesn’t make sense.
Nian Xiaomu can’t figure out what’s going on in the Mo family, so he can only wait and see what happens.
The meeting soon began.
When she heard the host announce that the speaker for this meeting was Mo Qian, Nian Xiaomu immediately stood up straight in her seat.
She applauded along with the people around her.
From a distance, a magnificent figure was seen pacing up from the side of the speaker’s platform after the moderator had spoken.
The rigid profile of his face.
Well-cut black suit.
As he paced, the stable and noble aura around him caught everyone’s attention for a moment.
Nian Xiaomu stared blankly at the scene before her.
Originally, she was only curious about Mo Qian’s appearance, but at this moment, just seeing his silhouette, many fragmented images suddenly came to her mind.
It was a winter.
A time of heavy snow.
Towards dusk, the sunset in the west hung lazily in the sky.
The vegetation in the courtyard was covered in snow, and the orange light hit the snow, reflecting everyone’s face in orange.
A woman in a white duvet stood in the snow, her eyes tenderly gazing out in the direction of the gate until she saw the familiar figure appear.
It was as if it had been the same that day.
The man’s steps were firm and steady as he walked towards her step by step.
Only there was a touch of anxiety in his steps.
Just as he walked up, he asked in a hushed voice, “It’s so cold outside, why are you still out waiting?”
“Wanted you to see me as soon as you got home.” The woman responded with a smile.
The voice was warm and gentle.
As she spoke, the man had tenderly taken her into his arms and lowered his head to drop a kiss on the top of her hair.
The two of them carried each other and entered the living room.
The scene shifted.
It is in the bedroom.
In the room, there is the sound of a woman’s low cough, a little muffled, as if she wants to cough and is trying desperately to hold it back.
Buried in the quilt, she curls up into a ball with difficulty.
Not long afterwards.
The man came into the room with a bowl of medicine.
Hearing her suppressed cough, he went forward and picked her up, touching his hand to her forehead.
“Some low fever, must have been standing in the snow too long yesterday.” The man frowned as he said this, his eyes full of heartache and self-recrimination.
“No waiting outside for me next time.”
The woman looked at his chagrined look and didn’t say anything, just reached out and touched his rigid face comfortingly and smiled towards him.
This smile was as holy as a snow lotus.
It was breathtakingly beautiful.
The man stared for a long time, returned to his senses, picked up the medicine on the bedside table and fed it to her one mouthful at a time.
The picture seems to be fixed in the most warm and happy moment ……
When Nian Xiaomu came back to her senses, Mo Qian was already standing in front of the speaking platform.
The dignified and cramped aura could reach everyone from a long distance away.
Slightly lowered eyes, with the movement of his head up, swept to everyone on the stage ……
