Five years later.
In the president's office of the Pleasure Group in Lanjiang City, Secretary Dong knocked on the door with a stack of documents in his arms. "President Ling, we've made some progress on the script."
"Come in."
A steady voice sounded in the office.
Secretary Dong pushed the door open and walked straight to the desk. He said respectfully to the figure behind the desk, "We can't contact the scriptwriter for 'Yu Sheng' right now, but we've contacted her assistant. Her assistant said that Miss Dora is currently studying in Europe and doesn't want to talk about the script for the time being. She said that everything will be handled by her assistant."
The 'figure' was silent for a few seconds before he asked in a deep voice, "What did the assistant say?"
Secretary Dong was slightly taken aback. With a serious expression, he said, "They're probably not satisfied with the price, so they're raising the price. I've checked and there are currently no less than six companies competing with us for this script. Three of them are our competitors, so they're very competitive. After all, Miss Dora's achievements in the screenwriting industry are amazing. She only produces two scripts a year, but these two scripts are definitely the top three of the year, so it's not surprising that they're popular."
"Have you talked to her assistant about the price?"
"I have. Her assistant wants to raise the price and add that we have to wait for Dora to come back."
"Then we'll wait."
Secretary Dong was slightly taken aback. "Do we really have to wait? Even if we wait for Dora to come back, she might not cooperate with us. Also, according to them, the price of this script will probably be sky-high in China. "
"The script's name is' The Rest of My Life With You ', right?"
"Yes," Secretary Dong answered without hesitation.
"Wait."
The cold word echoed in the huge office.
Secretary Dong nodded and immediately reported other things. "There will be a masquerade party tomorrow night. The presidents of the two companies that are competing with us for the role of 'Yu Sheng' will be there. If President Ling doesn't want to go, do you need someone to go on your behalf?"
"No, I'm free tomorrow night."
Secretary Dong was slightly taken aback when he heard this. A trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the tall figure was still as attractive as before, but his back seemed a little lonely.
"Got it. I'll arrange a reply to the organizers."
The sound of the door closing could be heard in the office.
He turned around. His handsome features were the same as before, but there were a few wrinkles between his eyebrows and some mottled traces hidden in his black hair, which made his mental appearance look a little worse. He pulled out the office chair behind him and sat down. From the second drawer on the left, he found a photo and a black suede box.
There was a man's watch in the suede box. It had a diamond-blue glass face, a black dial, and a black leather strap. It was a simple and elegant design. He rubbed the box, and there was a trace of grief in his eyes.
The photo that was originally placed on the second layer of the drawer was now mounted in a photo frame and placed on the desk. In the wooden photo frame was a pure girl with a ponytail, wearing a school uniform, smiling brightly and beautifully.
Secretary Dong left the office. As soon as she returned to the secretary's office, she saw a sneaky figure loitering around the door.
She snorted coldly. "Xiao Pengfei, why aren't you working during working hours? Why are you loitering around here? Don't you want to work anymore? "
The figure at the door felt his legs go weak, and he staggered in fright. He held the glass door and poked his head out. He said with a smile, "Sister Dong, I just want to ask about the ball that will be held overseas tomorrow night. Is President Ling not going? If he's not going, I have to buy a suit in advance …"
Secretary Dong rolled her eyes at him and said indifferently, "Don't think about it. President Ling can go by himself."
"What?" Xiao Pengfei exclaimed.
"Why are you so surprised?" Secretary Dong scolded in annoyance.
"No."
Xiao Pengfei looked puzzled. He pulled out the chair in the secretary's office and sat in front of Secretary Dong's desk. He faced her, turned to look at the closed door of the president's office, and lowered his voice.
"Didn't you tell me last time that tomorrow is the anniversary of President Ling's wife's death? Every year at this time, he would disappear for an entire day, right?"
Secretary Dong frowned and subconsciously glanced at the empty desk beside her. She had a complicated expression and sighed. "Maybe, from this year onwards, everything will be normal."
…..
In the Fulun State Rehabilitation and Treatment Center, a woman in a striped hospital gown sat on the bed. She had a graceful figure, and the large hospital gown could not hide her good figure at all. The only fly in the ointment was that her face was wrapped in bandages, revealing only a pair of clear and watery eyes. They were like a clear pool that shone with brilliance.
"This is already the sixteenth surgery this year. If it doesn't succeed, I really don't know how much longer you can endure."
The Chinese female doctor, Carey, was helping her remove the bandages in front of her bed. Her beautiful and delicate features had a rare look of nervousness on them. At this moment, she was wearing sterile gloves and removing the bandages on her face bit by bit.
The bandages mixed with herbs were removed from her face bit by bit. Gradually, the jade-like skin under the bandages could be seen. Carey's hands paused slightly, and she took a deep breath.
"Why are you more nervous than me?"
The female patient suddenly spoke. Her voice was thick and heavy, and it was a little hoarse. She sounded like a rock singer, but also like an addict who smoked all year round. However, this kind of hoarseness made one's throat itch. Those who heard her voice would feel as if something was tugging at their heartstrings.
However, her tone was nonchalant, as if she was not worried about her appearance after the bandages were removed.
Carey laughed and said embarrassedly, "How can I not be nervous? I haven't seen anyone who has undergone more than one hundred and eighty skin grafts in five years. It's such a good medical case. If it succeeds, it will be a great contribution to the history of medicine. Are you really not nervous? It's your own face after all. Aren't you afraid of failure? "
"It's one hundred and eighty-one times. Including this time, it's one hundred and eighty-two times. I've failed too many times."
Under the bandages, the female patient's lips curled up slightly.
"But I'm used to it. Actually, this face is not considered mine now."
"Then, why do you still want to suffer this?"
Carey turned the bandages in his hand again, and the female patient's face was revealed. Her nose was small and upright, and there was a hint of playfulness in it. However, she became even more nervous and had to distract herself by talking.
"Originally, the burn repair five years ago was just a little ugly. If you don't mind, why do you have to undergo such a major surgery again and again?"
The female patient clasped her hands on her knees, and there was a hint of gentleness in her calm tone. "Naonnao is going to kindergarten soon. I'm afraid that other children will laugh at him."
As she spoke, the last bandage fell from her eyes and onto her knees.
Carey clenched his hands and looked at her face. He slowly sucked in a cold breath. "I think no matter what the reason is, your decision is right."
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