Living room.

  Gu Qingcheng shook hands with Yu Jingxing from Shengting and exchanged pleasantries before getting down to business.

  "This cooperation..."

  Suddenly, I heard a commotion outside.

  "Miss Yang, please wait a moment, General Manager Gu is currently discussing business."

  "I'm looking for Director Gu, I just want to say one sentence."

  The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open from outside.

  Fang Shu standing at the door looked at Gu Qingcheng with a helpless expression: "Director Gu, it's my dereliction of duty."

  Yang Mu Xiao rushed in, panting from running up the stairs, and went straight to Gu Qing Cheng's face. "Mr. Gu, can you help me write a name? Just write Xu Mu Huan, these three words!"

  Gu Qingcheng sat in his seat without moving, his dark gaze fixed on Yang Fuxiao's face.

  "You're welcome."

  Yang Wuxiao pulled out a ballpoint pen from his hotel uniform, but used too much force and the pen flew out of his hand, falling to the foot of the table.

  The calm she had been forcing herself to maintain finally collapsed the moment she recognized Gu Qingcheng's handwriting, and as she squatted down to pick up the pen, her vision went black, and a pair of arms caught her from behind.

  Yu Jingxing first picked up the round ballpoint pen on the ground and handed it to her.

  Yang Mo Xiao didn't even have time to thank him, turned around and handed over the prepared notepad paper and ballpoint pen, grabbed Gu Qing Cheng's wrist, through a thin layer of shirt, it was scorching hot.

  Three seconds later, Gu Qingcheng spoke up: "How do I write it?"

  Yang Mu Xiao grasped his pen and wrote down three words "Xu Muhuang" on the paper, with a slightly trembling stroke at first, but by the third word, he had completely steadied himself.

  Gu Qingcheng turned his head sideways and took the round pen that still had the warmth of Yang Fuxiao's palm from her hand.

  As Gu Qingcheng's pen tip fell on the paper, Yang Bufang's heart beat accelerated gradually, his eyes staring fixedly at the pen tip.

  As soon as he finished writing, Yang Fu Xiao picked up the paper and took a deep breath. "Sorry, I'm really sorry to have disturbed you, General Gu."

  She turned to face Qingcheng with a deep bow, then turned and left, her footsteps no longer faltering.

  The door of the reception room closed again, and silence was restored.

  Gu Qingcheng looked at the three words written by Yang Fuxiao, put the paper clip in front of a stack of files, and turned to Yu Jinghang, "What do you want to say?"

  "Ah," Yu Jingxing rubbed his chin, tapping the pen on the desk, "Article 3, Article 7, and Article 19 of the contract all have some issues..."

  "You set the conditions," Gu Qingcheng leaned back, pushed away the contract in front of him, got up and walked to the wine cabinet, bent down and took out a bottle of red wine, "Have a drink with me."

  Yu Jingxing chuckled and watched as Gu Qingcheng poured the wine: "I think you can completely push back the construction of the cinema and turn it into a bar or nightclub instead."

  "Good idea."

  Gu Qingcheng raised his hand with a wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

  …………

  In Yang Mochen's heart, Xu Mohan has always been an indestructible existence. However, there is only one thing - Xu Mohan's handwriting is extremely ugly, as if it were all written with matchsticks. Yang Mochen specially bought a calligraphy book for Xu Mohan to practice his writing.

  "Your words reflect your personality. Do you want people to see your writing and automatically imagine you as an ugly freak? What's wrong with you, stop pulling my leg!"

  Yang Murong's face turned red with anger, she turned around and directly hit Xu Mochen's hand, but he dodged it, and in the process, her hair tie was pulled off.

  Xu Muhuang's face drew near, "I am Quasimodo, are you afraid?"

  "Afraid? Why be afraid? I'm not Esmeralda," Yang Fu Xiao blinked, looking at Xu Mu Hang's mischievous smile in his eyes, holding the practice book in his hand, "Are you going to write or not?"

  Xu Muhuang still looked unmoved, and Yang Fuxiao compromised, "Just write your name, just write the three words Xu Muhuang."

  Yang Mu-xiao sat in front of the office desk, his fingers tightly clenched around the paper with "Xu Mo-huang" written on it, the paper was slightly dampened by sweat.

  Xu Muhuang's name is Yang Fuxiao, and what he can take out of his hand first is the name.

  She didn't dare say anything else, only the name Xu Mochen was deeply etched in Yang Fuxiao's mind, which is why she asked Gu Qingcheng to write down Xu Mochen's name.

  Although these three characters are not as smooth as the ones written by Xu Muhuang, they are very similar, and even if you add a connecting stroke, they would be completely identical.

  Meng Xi walked in and saw Yang Mo sitting there staring blankly. He walked over from behind her, cleared his throat, "Ah!"

  Yang Fuxiao was startled, turned around to see Meng Xi, and then let out a sigh of relief. Silently, he put the note paper into his pocket, "Why didn't you come over this afternoon?"

  Meng Xi sat down, "Still because of my brother."

  "Has your brother gone gambling again?"

  Meng Xi's family has a brother who is addicted to gambling and an alcoholic father. If it weren't for her divorced mother paying her alimony and her own positive attitude, how could she have persisted in going to university?

  "Yes, I'm almost driven mad by him," Meng Xi waved her hand, "But fortunately he solved it himself, at least the 200,000 yuan I deposited in the bank is safe."

  After work, Meng Xi received a call from the school leader. Because there was an exam that needed to be made up last semester, he had to go back tonight to get his seat number and take the make-up exam tomorrow.

  For Meng Xi, it was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

  Yang Mu Xiao patted her shoulder and stood up with her bag, heading towards the door.

  Meng Xi suddenly called out to Yang Mo Xiao, "Don't you want to say something?"

  Yang brushed off the dawn, turned around with a smile and made a gesture, "Come on!"

  Meng Xi's face sank as he raised his middle finger at Yang Du Xia.

  Yang Mu Xiao walked into the hotel lobby with his bag, wandered around for a while, and just thought about whether to come up with an excuse to go upstairs to find Gu Qing Cheng. The elevator in front of him seemed to open at the right time.