Fang Yan had never slept well. She opened her eyes before dawn. He never used an alarm clock.
Her face was a little pale, and her stomach twitched. She had no choice but to put on her pajamas and get out of bed. After rinsing her mouth, she sat on the small leather sofa and picked up the bread on the table. He gently tore off a small piece of bread and put it into his mouth, chewing it gently. As usual, her taste buds never had a strong desire for food. After eating three to four mouthfuls, she wrapped the bread and put down the milk in her hand.
She walked barefoot to the water dispenser, bent down, and took a glass. He took some cold water, raised the cup, and took a sip. Other people used hot water to warm their stomachs, but she had always used cold water. Only cold water could make her feel at ease. This was a habit in Moldova. She didn't plan to change it either.
She sat quietly at the end of the bed for a while, her eyes empty. Walking to the window, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. The sky outside had just turned white. Gazing at the bright lights of Guang City. Her eyes wandered as she searched. She was looking for her past, her past self, and the house she had lived in. However, there were so many tall buildings. The short house she had lived in had long been covered by the tall buildings. How could he find it?
She got on the bed, bent her knees, and hugged her knees tightly. Her gaze was unfocused as she stared at the white sheets of the hotel. After looking at it for a long time, she buried her head in her knees. This position was maintained for a long time, and the sky was almost bright. Her hands and feet were cold as she got out of bed and paced around the room.
When she returned to bed, Bruce knocked on her door. She changed her clothes, walked over, and opened the door. Bruce's big beard came into view. He said happily,"We don't have to go to work today. President Mo will bring us around Guang City.”
"That's great, I don't want to go to the company at all."”
Bruce reeked of alcohol, probably because he went out to drink last night. He looked at Fang Yan and said,"9 o'clock. We'll set off on time. President Mo will pick us up."”
"Alright, I'll go pack up."”
Bruce hummed an unknown song and walked away steadily. It was obvious that he was in a good mood. He must be lonely to be alone in a foreign country. Fortunately, he was an optimistic old man, so there was no need to worry too much about him.
Fang Yan dawdled in the room for a long time and read a book. It was a very thick book that did not look like a biology book.
When Han Fei knocked on her door, she was putting on her coat. She walked towards the door, her hand still tugging at the collar of her clothes. When she opened the door, Han Fei was standing 30 centimeters away from the door. Moreover, he had no intention of getting closer. He was dressed very casually today and did not look like a person in his thirties. He was wearing a cardigan sweater and a pair of brown trousers. Her hair looked like it had just been washed. He smiled slightly and said,"It's almost time. I came up to see if you have anything you need me to help you with."”
Fang Yan's long black hair draped over the sides of her clothes. She rarely did not tie her hair. Han Xiong had never seen her like this before, and he was not surprised by the beauty of Fang Yan's loose hair. Fang Yan used her hand to tidy up the hair that had blown against her face when she opened the door. "I don't have anything to take, I'll be right down.”
"Alright," Han Fei said politely.
He closed the door and found a pair of nice wedge shoes in the suitcase. The heels were not high, about three centimeters. Shopping wouldn't hurt her feet. She was tall and rarely wore high heels. She wasn't used to it either. Flat-bottomed clothes were comfortable to wear, but they were not easy to match with clothes.
After putting on her shoes, she took the room card and went downstairs. Mo Hexuan, Han Fei, and Bruce were already waiting at the door.
Seeing her come down, Han Fei told Mo Hexuan,""I'll go get the car."
Mo Hexuan only glanced at her from afar. She didn't even have a bag that a woman should bring with her. When he walked closer, he did not look at her. He told Bruce where it was fun and what the historical background was. Where was the blueprint for the new plan?
Han Xiong drove a Land Rover, considering that they might not only be strolling around the Urban area. It's better to open the way for the tiger.
Mo Hexuan arranged for Bruce to sit next to the driver's seat while he opened the door and sat in the back. Fang Yan was expressionless. She opened the car door in front of her and sat inside.
Brosnan said with a longing look,"China's culture is broad and profound, especially the arts and crafts of China, as well as paintings and calligraphy, which have a deep influence on the world. Today, we should go to the museum, where we can see the glory and heritage of a city.”
Mo Hexuan didn't comment. He wasn't too enthusiastic about this suggestion, even though he had never been to a museum before. Most of the things in the museum in Guang City were imitations. They had no value to speak of. They were not as valuable as some of the collections in his family's collection, so he could not say anything. He would not say that he had a collection at home. Since Bruce was in high spirits, she had to dampen his good spirits.
"The history of Guang City can be traced back to the Zhou Dynasty in the 9th century B.C., but Guang City was just a forgotten isolated city at that time. The rise was also a recent thing. It did not have much of an impact in the history of China, but in the 20th century, when the warlords fought, it received widespread attention. It had developed rapidly in recent decades, and investors had set their sights on this place. That was why it was so prosperous today. It did not have much cultural heritage.”
Bruce didn't believe it. He looked at the front and rear mirrors and said to Mo Hexuan,"President Mo is too humble. When the people of China talk about their own country, they are always humble. Although their country was once the focus of the entire East, they were always stingy with talking about this history.”
Mo Hexuan paused for a moment and said,"The people of China are famous for their modesty, but I'm not like that." My ancestors were from Guang City, but I'm not stingy with talking about it. At that time, my grandfather expanded his business to the western part of the city, so my family followed him there. Although I don't know much about Guang City, it's still the root of our family. A few years ago, Father decided to shift the focus of the company's development back to Guang City, so he asked for your help.”
Fang Yan knew who Mo Hexuan was. He was from West City, and that was how he had introduced himself at the Thousand Year Lake. When they met again in Guang City, Fang Yan did not ask him why he suddenly came to Guang City. Mo Hexuan only said that his father had asked him to take over the pharmaceutical company in Guang City, and Fang Yan did not ask further. She had never heard him mention this before.
Brosnan just smiled and said,"I'll do my best."”He had learned about Mo Hexuan's entire family from his student, Jieke. There were many companies under his family's name, and the pharmaceutical company was just one of them. He was related to the Mo Corporation in Hong Kong and Guangsheng Pharmaceutical Group in Macau. Back then, it was Mr. Mo from Hong Kong who personally called him and asked him to help Mo Hexuan, which meant helping the Mo Corporation.
Mo Corporation's pharmaceutical company was also a famous pharmaceutical company in China in the 20th century. At that time, pharmaceutical companies had already broken through the traditional Chinese medicine concept of China. He developed and imported a large number of western medicine and made a lot of money during the war. After the war ended, the people of the clan dispersed. Only then did Hong Kong's Mo Clan and Macau's Guang Sheng Clan come into being. Although they were far apart, they were close.
The small clinic passed down from his ancestors had gradually expanded to the current Rensheng Pharmaceutical Group. Mo Hexuan's father didn't want the business that had been passed down from his ancestors to fail in his hands. He did not want to see pharmaceutical companies die in the increasingly competitive pharmaceutical industry. Therefore, they spent a lot of money to hire many medical experts to stay in the company.
Although he wasn't an expert in medical biology, he was probably the only one who could do the experiment that Mo Hexuan mentioned. He had also heard a little about Rensheng Medical Group. Under the premise of economic development in any country in the world, companies from all over the world also prioritized interests and never suffered losses. Even though they had already made a lot of money, there were not many pharmaceutical companies like Rensheng Pharmaceutical Group.
For decades, Rensheng Medical Group had been donating medicine and medical assistance to countries and regions that couldn't afford it. He was also impressed. After all, such a pharmaceutical company was really rare. When the new virus in Africa began to spread, he began to study it himself. In the end, he was urgently stopped by a certain organization. Otherwise, he would probably be charged with some serious crimes.
He was also brooding over this matter. Since someone had come looking for him, he would gladly go.
Fang Yan glanced at Mo Hexuan indifferently. He was dressed very casually today, which was different from a few years ago. A few years ago, his favorite clothes were T-shirts and knitted sweaters. It was as if he had been cut off from those clothes. He was wearing a casual baseball shirt and a pair of trousers. It seemed that he was very different from the past.
Mo Hexuan only smiled. In fact, it was time for breakfast. Han Xiong didn't say anything the whole way. He focused on driving and parked the car in the parking lot of a hotel. He signaled for us to get out of the car. He parked the car and said," Let's go to the teahouse inside for breakfast."
Bruce rarely drank tea. As far as he knew, drinking tea could only be done after eating. "Morning tea is not good," he said hesitantly."We should eat breakfast first.”
" Professor," Han Xiong explained seriously," Morning tea in Guang City is breakfast. After breakfast, you can have morning tea." Moreover, there was a wide variety of breakfast and the taste was very good. Many tourists would look for an authentic teahouse to have breakfast.”
Bruce finally understood. He nodded repeatedly and said,"Alright, let's eat breakfast."
The group of people walked across the wide road and entered a narrow alley. All of Fang Yan's memories came back. Although she had only been here a few times, she remembered the teahouse very clearly. Mo Hexuan had brought her here before. She didn't expect to come here again.
The three men walked in front while Fang Yan followed behind. The houses in the alley were the same as before, but they had been there for a long time, and most of the exterior was covered in a layer of dust. Some of the wooden houses were already in ruins. She gently avoided the pedestrians on the road. He gently and shallowly avoided the small puddles on the uneven road. A person riding a bicycle splashed water as he passed by. Unfortunately, Fang Yan had a few shallow stains on his coat. She had no choice but to stop, take out a tissue from her coat pocket, and wipe it slowly.
The man in front of her was still walking forward while laughing and chatting. No one noticed her. She wiped for a while and quickly followed.
The person in front had already disappeared around the corner. She had to rely on her memory to find the intersection they might go to. Han Fei had already turned around and said to her from afar,""This way."
Fang Yancai followed.
The signboard of the teahouse in front of them had been changed to a neon light box. It seemed that the appearance of the teahouse had not changed much. It was a two-story wooden building. The tables and chairs inside were all made of wood.
After entering the restaurant and sitting down, a fat middle-aged man walked over with the breakfast menu. Four portions, one for each person.
The menu was full of pictures and texts, much better than the previous text menu. There was no need to worry that Bruce would not understand. Bruce slowly flipped through the menu. He showed great interest in all kinds of breakfast. Pointing at the picture above, he ordered at least five types of breakfast.
Although Mo Hexuan was looking at the menu, he was staring at Fang Yan from the corner of his eyes. Fang Yan's expression was a little awkward. Was she not used to eating breakfast in China, or did she not like to go out at all?
At that time, although Fang Yan was a little cold, she was also smiling. She had laughed out loud more than once. The current Fang Yan did not smile or talk much. If you ignore her, she might not speak at all.
Mo Hexuan ordered his food and placed his hand on the dining table. He looked at Fang Yan and asked,""You haven't ordered yet?"
Only then did Fang Yan return to her thoughts. She had been staring at the menu in a daze just now. She couldn't remember what she had eaten here or what she liked to eat. She could only say calmly,"I want the soup dumplings."”
Mo Hexuan was slightly stunned. She had never eaten steamed buns before. She hated chive buns, onion buns, and soup dumplings the most. Now, she liked to eat again. As expected, time could change a person's habits. He gently lifted the cup of tea that Fang Yan had poured and took a sip. Even though the tea was very hot, he still took a sip.
When Han Fei heard Fang Yan order the soup dumplings, he was stunned for a moment before continuing,""Miss Fang, you can order something else.”
Fang Yan pulled the corner of his mouth and said,"No need, this is enough."”
Mo Hexuan looked out the window, but in reality, he was looking at Fang Yan's reflection.
She didn't look too good, and her hair was still tied up high as before. He used the old-fashioned hairband. He secretly chuckled. This woman had always had such bad taste in hairbands.
The first time he saw her was at the Thousand-Year Lake. She was wearing a rose-red, ragged-like hairband. She walked past him calmly. At that time, he had never thought that this woman would be entangled in his life.
At that time, Fang Yan was only 17 years old, and her tender face had yet to open. The Fang Yan in front of him had a distinct outline, and his face seemed to have been sculpted. Was it because she had always been thin? Her figure was no different from many years ago.
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