The memories which had been deeply hidden in her heart suddenly popped up like billows.
Tina felt as if she had been thrown into a deep sea, which was like those depicted in propaganda videos. There she was completely submerged by the water. She unconsciously clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.
She forced herself to forget about it, but it was in vain. The memories came to her mind irresistible, just like rain and snow falling down to the ground.
The boy took her hand, and the two of them went all the way from the sunny campus to the piano room which was cool and quiet. Then, they sat side by side in front of the wood-colored piano, so that she could listen to him playing music closely.
"Tina, this is my latest composition work. Is it nice?"
"Sounds wonderful!"
"Tina, I'll my own piano concert in the future and play the piano for you..."
The memories were still hidden in her heart, but the man whose name was Dylan Koo was lost in her life. He was just like the 89th key of a piano, which she would never be able to touch.
After the signal light was changed, the car drove on again.
The huge LCD screen gradually died away in Tina's sight, and she was still absent-minded to some extent.
Suddenly, a man's breath approached her. Seeing that Tina kept that posture for a long time, Wilson leaned over and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Tina quickly shook her head and replied, "Nothing!"
Then, she sat up straight, and the morning sunlight shed on her delicate face, which appeared to be a little pale.
Wilson frowned. "Tina, do you feel uncomfortable?"
Tina didn't want him to see through her emotional fluctuations. She changed the topic and deliberately complained to him in a coquettish tone, "A little bit... You pushed me too hard last night. I couldn't bear it!"
Although this was virtually an excuse, it was, to a large extent, the truth.
Wilson said, "Then you should do more exercises!"
Tina didn't know what to say."..."
"My exhaution, your pleasure..." She complained secretively in her heart.
In the Chin's Group...
A meeting was held in the large conference room. Wilson was sitting on the main seat and knocking on the table with his fingers from time to time. The executives were sitting in two rows, and they were waiting for instructions from their CEO. Wilson's lips seemed to be curved faintly, and his domineering expression imposed invisible pressure upon everyone.
He was like a king, who could decide the destinies of countless people with a clicking of his fingers.
All the executives looked at their CEO with reverence and awe.
This meeting lasted from the afternoon to the evening, while most of the executives were exhausted. Only when Wilson declared that the meeting ended did all the executives heave a sigh of relief.
Wilson returned to the CEO's office directly, respectfully followed by Terry Howard. After reporting the official matters, Terry paused for a moment and continued, "Mr. Chin, the producer made a phone call just now. He said that the character in the TV series has been assigned to Mona, and I have also arranged everything properly for her concerning advertising endorsement of the luxury products!
This afternoon, Mona came here again. She wanted to invite you for dinner, but I temporarily rejected her. Mr. Chin, shall I continue to reject Mona's requirements of meeting you?
After all, Terry didn't dare to deal with any matter related to his boss ruthlessly, and he would always ask for instructions in detail from him.
"Hmm..." Wilson looked indifferent.
Terry looked at his boss and suddenly felt that he seemed to be somewhat absentminded today. He could feel it while they were holding the meeting.
Wilson poured out a cigarette from the box.
He wasn't very addicted to smoking indeed, and therefore he didn't smoke very often. He lit the cigarette in his left hand and sent it towards his thin lips. The white smoke spat out by him rose up and covered his face. Behind the glasses and smoke, his eyes were meaningful.
Wilson suddenly asked, "Terry, what day is it today?"
Terry hadn't expected that Wilson would suddenly ask such a question. He replied in a daze, "Today is Thursday!"
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