Shi Lan has not been optimistic about him since she was a child, and coupled with the ambition that she has never seen in him after all these years of getting along, she is not waiting to see him.

What future can a seriously ill person have?

"Miss Fang, I let her in, so don't blame Yu Xin. ”

Or I heard something from the housekeeper's mouth, Shi Lan explained abruptly.

Shi Ruqin then moved her gaze to her, her red lips pursed, "Shi Lan, I should have reminded you, don't bother Yuxin these days, no one can." ”

"I'm sorry, but I think Miss Fang is Yu Xin's friend, and she has the right to visit. ”

"Shi Lan!"

The tone was heavier, and Shi Ruqin then sneered lightly, "This family doesn't have the right to be your master." ”

She clenched the bag in her hand, didn't want to deal with Shi Lan anymore, turned around and went downstairs, and left the Shi family.

Only Shi Lan was left in the corridor, his excessively pale face had no expression, and after a while, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked.

The emaciated figure hid in the light and shadow, like Satan who had just crawled out of hell.

When the housekeeper went upstairs, he saw such a scene, and his heart trembled violently, "Young master?"

The latter looked at him slowly, his expression returned to his previous gentleness, and nodded at him casually, which was regarded as a greeting.

When the housekeeper came back to his senses, Shi Lan had already returned to the room.

He palpitated and touched his heartbeat, which was a little faster, and thought in a trance: It turned out that it was not an illusion just now.

In a villa in the city center, only the lights on the first floor are on, covering the furniture in the living room with a white veil, and if you ignore the clutter of the sofa, everything looks extraordinarily beautiful.

Jiang Xiaochu sat on the sofa with a computer on her lap, surrounded by paper documents, one after another without leaving any gaps.

The blue and black under his eyes were thick, and the stubble came out of nowhere, depressed and serious.

"Ding-dong. ”

The sound of a reminder from the mailbox interrupted his train of thought, and he clicked on the email casually, and the content on it made him sit up a little straighter.

The email was anonymous, and according to the content inside, the sender knew through various channels that he was investigating Shi Ruqin, and he couldn't stand the inner condemnation, so he decided to tell all about the incident back then.

"What happened back then ......," Jiang Xiaochu muttered.

Click on the documents and photos delivered below, and the pupils constrict uncontrollably.

The two or so people in the photo are particularly familiar, they are Fang Zhiyu's parents and Shi Ruqin, who is inconspicuous on the side.

After taking a serious look at the words above, his originally suppressed mind suddenly relaxed.

The phone rang suddenly, echoing in the living room.

Jiang Xiaochu kept all the documents and photos as soon as possible, and then went to find the mobile phone that was pressed under the paper industry.

The three words "Shi Ruqin" on the mobile phone screen made his eyes dim slightly, and he stopped for a while before connecting.

"Hello?"

"Xiaochu, I heard from the company that you didn't come to the company today. ”

"Something. ”

Briefly answering her words, the man looked absentmindedly in the direction of the computer, and the content on it made his original disgust for Shi Ruqin's rejection suddenly dissipate a lot.

According to the photos, the death of Fang Zhiyu's parents was not only done by Shi Ruqin and Shi Ruxiang, but even Xiao Junchen also knew about it.

Things got a lot more interesting.

The voice on the other side of the microphone sounded again, "Things have already happened, you don't need to go online." What's more, it is Yuxin who suffers, feelings can be cultivated, you get in touch slowly, and there will always be feelings ......"

"You and Mr. Xiao are also like this, you only have feelings after being together?"

After a sarcastic remark, Jiang Xiaochu listened to the sudden silence, hooked his lips disdainfully, thought of what he was going to do, and said perfunctorily: "I know what I should do and what I shouldn't do, I don't need you to urge me here." ”

"I just want to remind you not to confuse work with feelings. Tomorrow I want to sign a contract with the Wu family, and you go over and watch it in person. ”

"I'm not available tomorrow. ”

When he refused, Jiang Xiaochu reacted, pursed his lips, and pursed his lips, as if he was covering up, "I have an appointment with someone else tomorrow, and you can just send someone in the company to sign a contract, there is no need to name me." ”

He had to tell Fang Zhiyu the news he knew as soon as possible, and he couldn't let her be deceived by Xiao Junchen again. Thinking that Fang Zhiyu might return to his side in the end, the corners of her mouth raised slightly uncontrollably.

Shi Ruqin's fingertips slid back and forth on the photo on the desk, and finally stopped at a photo of Jiang Xiaochu and Shi Yuxin, with smiles on their faces, although they were rusty, the sun looked particularly beautiful on their faces.

This was taken when the two met for the first time, and when they first met, they could have this kind of compatible aura, and it seems that she was right to let these two people be together.

She pulled out the photo, "Why didn't I know you had an appointment with someone else? You are going to inherit Carlisle in the future, you need to have more contact with this kind of thing, and don't use useless things as an excuse." ”

Jiang Xiaochu was unmoved, "I'm not free tomorrow." ”

Perhaps his attitude was too resolute, this time Shi Ruqin did not insist, "Remember to come to the company the day after tomorrow." ”

"Hmm. ”

The phone hung up, and Jiang Xiaochu dialed another phone number.

The other party answered almost instantly, and his voice was lazy, "No wonder I've been sneezing today, it turns out that you will come to me." Say something quickly, don't delay me from seeing beautiful women. ”

"Help me find the sender of an email. ”

After copying the content of the email, he sent an empty email to a mailbox, Jiang Xiaochu's eyes were reflected in the light of the computer, and he waited quietly for the result.

All that was left in the phone was the tapping sound of the keyboard, and after a while, the man's voice was almost yelled, "Damn! I've been doing the Internet for so many years, and for the first time, I can't even check the IP of an address......

"I'll hang up first. ”

Too lazy to argue with that person, Jiang Xiaochu hung up the phone and looked at the details of the document carefully, and was already convinced of the authenticity of this document.

The fingertips slid aimlessly across the phone screen, and finally stopped at Fang Zhiyu's name.

It's already nine o'clock in the evening, and according to Fang Zhiyu's personality, she may still be working at this point in time......

After several entanglements, he still didn't dial Fang Zhiyu's phone.

The next day, just at eight o'clock in the morning, Fang Zhiyu received a call from Jiang Xiaochu.

She didn't think much about it and just took it.

"Are you free today?" Jiang Xiaochu's words were vague.

"I'm not free, just say anything on the phone. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that she was too rigid, and she added: "It's been a busy day." ”

"You may not be able to say it on the phone, just give me two hours, it's very important, I think you should know. ”