The waiter took a change of clothes and walked into the room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info saw Ji standing silently at the door, smiling silently. Half an hour, the waiter walked out and asked Ji for the service fee. Ji was silently stunned for a moment, thinking that Xin Lu's hands were injured and it was inconvenient, so he simply gave her a hundred.

After a few more minutes, Xin Lu came out.

The wide striped sweater, slender and loose, with alternating colors, slim design and loose hem design, makes Xinlu beautiful and moving. Her long hair, draped over her shoulders, and the fluffy wavy curls of the hem hung on her chest, adding to the girl-next-door temperament. A pair of black fleece stockings under the leg and a light-colored knitted hat on the head are even more charming.

Ji Mo was stupid, Xin Lu would always be caught off guard by all kinds of gentle and moving dresses. Xin Lu was very satisfied with Ji Momo's appreciation, she was like a queen coming, and said domineeringly: "Let's go, my personal bodyguard." ”

The two took the elevator downstairs, and after breakfast on the second floor, they walked into the parking lot.

Ji drove silently, and Xin Lu sat in the passenger seat and continued to instruct.

Ring the city expressway, Ji Momo is already familiar with it, and he seems to be at ease. According to Xin Lu, it was because he taught it well. Besides, a good car is the easiest to learn and easy to drive, so you don't need to waste a lot of energy. Maybe lucky, the road around the city is in good condition, and after a while, the two of them have been on the Chengya Expressway.

At the same time, Peng Tan and Wen Xin also went to Hailuogou together. On the way, the two chatted about school topics, talked about everything, and were very harmonious.

On the other side, Hai Lao sat in a business car, closing his eyes and resting his mind. After many days of fatigue, he is radiant and energetic.

The undercurrent is surging, and the wind is surging.

Wanhui Group, Chengdu Company.

After Wu Zhihao finished the phone, his face was gloomy and mixed. The headquarters of Hu Moteng can be described as a strong debut. Everything went as planned, and everything went well. But the world is unpredictable, the old Mr. Zhang of the group died suddenly, and Mr. Zhang was fledgling. Xiao Zhang always wanted to reuse Hu Moteng, but he received an anonymous text message. The content of the text message is simple, but it is enough to shake Wanhui Group.

"Zhang Jiayi, his identity is suspicious, he is not qualified to inherit Wanhui Group, and he has no right to point fingers. Your treasure is wrong, and you are in danger now. If you want to go back, wait for me to inform. ”

Shocking, shocking, incredible.

Mr. Zhang is not the son of Mr. Zhang, this secret, this big secret, will be an atomic bomb, if exposed, it will inevitably cause a fierce struggle within the Wanhui Group. At that time, the struggle for power and profit, open and covert fighting, will be dark, and the image of the group and the interests of the group will also be greatly damaged. In the face of anonymous information, Hu Moteng can only be suspicious, that mysterious person, presumably a shareholder of the group's board of directors, in the face of Zhang Jiayi's three fires in office, perhaps his interests will be damaged, and this shocking secret will be exposed. Come to think of it, he still has to leave a way back.

On the phone, Hu Moteng still told Wu Zhihao that the plan remains unchanged and that we must not deliberately contact the South China Group, especially during this time, we are not stable and cannot mess up by ourselves. Wu Zhihao left the company, drove the car, and went to the villa. When he arrived at the villa, Wu Zhihao got out of the car, put on sunglasses and a peaked cap, and walked into the villa garden.

The Audi off-road engine roared, driving on the Sichuan-Tibet Highway, Ji silently concentrated, looking at the foothills that were faintly visible in the distance, and felt comfortable. In the passenger seat, Xin Lu put down the seat, snorting slowly, as if in a dream.

The BMW sports car drove into the Chengwenqiong high-speed rest area, and Wen Xin took Peng Tan's arm and walked into the service station.

Hai Lao sat in a business car, already asleep. (To be continued.) )