Under the dim street lamp, her figure became more and more slim, her waist seemed to be unbearable, and her soft facial features were like magnolia, quiet and beautiful. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info obviously didn't drink, but Guan Mufeng lost his mind for a moment.

"I'll send you. ”

"No, my home is far away, you can just send me to the subway station. Qiao Yingying hurriedly refused.

Guan Mufeng opened the car door, but his gentle tone had undoubted power: "Come up." ”

"Oh. Qiao Yingying, who didn't know how to resist, had to obediently get into the car.

"Where's home?"

"Anjiakou Hutong. ”

Fortunately, there were not many cars on the road at this time, and they arrived forty minutes later.

It was pitch black in the alley, and Guan Mufeng frowned.

"I'll send you back. ”

"No, no, no, my house is in front, I'll just walk by myself!" Qiao Yingying said hurriedly got out of the car and trotted a few steps, for fear that Guan Mufeng would follow. Her family is now destitute, and she doesn't even have tea, if Guan Mufeng comes with her, what will she entertain.

Guan Mufeng looked at her as if she was running away, and there was a helpless self-deprecation in her eyes. The president of Huaxin Communications, but he couldn't even ask the name of a little girl, and he wanted He Feng to know, but he was afraid that he would be laughed at for half a year.

Just as he was wondering if he needed to take another look, there was a knock on the window.

He shook down the glass and smiled shyly at him with a pretty little face: "Sir, I don't know your name yet!"

The corners of his lips curled: "My surname is Guan." ”

"My name is Joe... Qiao Yingying!" she smiled.

When Qiao Yingying's figure completely disappeared into the alley, Guan Mufeng drove back to his apartment.

He has a successful career and is worth billions, but he lives in a small apartment, and the decoration in it is also very simple, without a bit of luxury, it is hard to imagine that this is the residence of the president of CEFC.

After taking a shower, Guan Mufeng casually put on his bathrobe and sat on the sofa, the perfect muscle curve of his chest looming. Wet hair obscured his eyes, slender fingers played with a banknote, and the smiling face in his mind lingered.

Suddenly, there was a sound on the mobile phone, and he picked it up and looked through it, and there was a new email from Qiu Ming.

He clicked on the attachment, it was a resume, and the top photo was Qiao Yingying.

He looked at it at a glance, and finally fixed his eyes on her hometown: Qionglin City.

The family surnamed Qiao in Qionglin City...... The heart-rending scenes in my memory suddenly reappeared, and the green tendons on Guan Mufeng's clenched hands burst out. He got up from the couch and strode into the bedroom, pulling out a notepad from the bedside cabinet.

In the notepad was a corner cut out of an old newspaper with the headline in large letters: Bank executive suspected of embezzlement, committed suicide during interrogation.

"Qiao Ruhai..."Guan Mufeng's eyes darkened suddenly, as if he was in a raging storm.

His face was as cold as water, and he dialed a string of numbers on his phone.

"Xiao Feng, check someone for me, I want all the information from the beginning of her birth. ”

"Okay, Mr. Guan, I'll give you an answer within a week. ”

"I'll only give you two days. ”

Hanging up the phone, Guan Mufeng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the neon splendor in the city, his face had returned to his previous calmness.

The meeting and acquaintance between him and Qiao Yingying flashed like a movie, and it was too coincidental to think about it. And he, never believed in coincidence.

He still held the note in his palm, but it gradually crumpled, and it was no longer the same.