Chapter 1970: Forget this matter

Whether it was forgotten because of the car accident or not, I think that since I don’t remember it anymore, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. "
"I can probably guess your mood. Do you think I saved your life and you want to repay this kindness? Mr. Gong, I don't think it's really necessary. Maybe it was just for me at the time. Now that this matter has passed ten years, let him go."
"I don't need you to repay my kindness. You don't need to feel that you owe me anything."
"It's just what you think." Miyazawa seemed to be holding back his emotions, and his voice grew deeper. "You saved me, I can't say anything. Even if you don't care, I will always feel that I owe you one. Kindness."
"The grace of life-saving, I cannot fail to report."
Qiao Mianmian: "..."
"According to you, I saved you, right? So I am your savior?"
"Yes."
"So should you listen to the life-saving benefactor?"
"Qiao Mianmian, you..."
"Mr. Gong, I really don't think you need to repay me, and I don't need it. If you feel that you owe me, then I will make a request to you. If you can do it, it will be my gratitude."
"what?"
"Forget about this matter. In the future, we will try not to have any contact, okay. Because of you, it will really trouble me and my other half."
"I don't want him to be unhappy."
"Mr. Gong, don't call me again in the future. I still have things, I hang up."
After Qiao Mianmian finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

the other side.
Miyazawa listened to the disconnection sound from the phone, squeezed the phone tightly, and her long finger knuckles were a little white.
She rejected him.
In fact, it was also what he expected, but why should he still be so angry?
She said that easily.
She said let him let go.
He also thought about letting go, but can he let go.
The things that are not important to her are, for him, a piece of heart disease that he cannot put down.
Miyazawa kept the posture of answering the phone and stood motionless in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for a long, long time.
Until there was a knock on the door.
He finally recovered, took a deep breath, adjusted the expression on his lower face, and turned around: "Come in."
The door opened.
His assistant came in.
The assistant was anxious, his expression still dignified, and he hurried to the desk with a stack of documents in his hand.
"Mr. Gong." The assistant pursed his lips and put a thick stack of documents on the desk with a solemn expression. "Now that Mohs cancelled all cooperation with us, he withdrew all investment, many All ongoing projects are forced to be interrupted."
"These projects are temporarily unavailable for the time being, which has caused great impact and losses on our palace."
"These are the financial statements just calculated. This is just a day's loss. It's already amazing. If it were all like this, it would be a great blow for Miyaji."
Miyazawa looked down at the financial statements on the table, squinted, and picked it up.
He glanced for a while, the expression on his face didn't seem to change, but the coldness in his eyes became heavier and heavier.
After a moment, he put the file down.
"General Gong, what should we do next?" the assistant asked.