Chapter Seventy-Six: This Hatred, I'll Continue!
Tianju Group.
Jiang Yaojing is in a meeting.
Jiang Yaojing, who has always been rigorous, seemed absent-minded at the meeting.
His phone sat in the office and rang, and it was the secretary who brought it to him.
He glanced at the caller ID and pressed the answer button.
The driver's voice came from there, "Sir, the young grandmother came to Baolong Shopping Mall, and she didn't come out for a day." ”
Jiang Yaojing frowned, "Didn't come out?"
"Hmm. ”
"Did you see the surveillance?"
"I saw it, but I didn't find the figure of the young grandmother. ”
It was because he didn't see Song Yunyun's figure at all that he felt that something was wrong.
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Jiang Yaojing's mind was quick, and he immediately understood.
That woman was so well-behaved yesterday, did she already think about running away?
He said, "I see." ”
Hanging up the phone, he got up, "That's all for today, adjournment." ”
He got up and strode out of the conference room and ordered the secretary, "Go check Song Yunyun's recent ticket purchase records immediately." ”
The secretary went to do it immediately.
He drove to the mall, the driver was in a hurry, and when he saw Jiang Yaojing, he immediately ran over, "Sir." ”
Jiang Yaojing's face was dark, and he asked, "How long has she been in?"
The driver calculated in his mind, "It's almost ten hours from now." ”
"So long?" Jiang Yaojing's face was a little ugly.
The driver bowed his head, "The young grandmother asked me to wait in the parking lot, I think she must take time to go shopping, I didn't care about it at first, it's been a day, she doesn't come out, I just feel wrong." ”
At this time, Jiang Yaojing's mobile phone rang.
He picked it up.
It was the secretary who called, and he had already inquired, "There is no record of her ticket purchase." ”
Song Yunyun asked Han Xin to go first, and of course she would not leave by any means of transportation that required her real name or needed to buy a ticket to find the record.
She had already made arrangements, bought a second-hand car early, placed it in the parking lot under the mall, and planned the route, avoiding all cameras, and running away quietly.
She chose to go from the mall, first of all, there were many people in the mall, and she disguised herself to avoid surveillance.
It is impossible to find her traces.
Even if you want to check, you can't get started.
Jiang Yaojing looked at all the surveillance in the mall, but she didn't find the slightest trace of her.
The secretary and the driver didn't dare to say a word, they kept their heads down.
Jiang Yaojing's face was close to freezing.
I didn't say a word, but the atmospheric pressure of the people, like the day when a storm was coming, the lack of oxygen made people breathless.
"No matter how much you use, you must find her for me!" he whispered.
"Yes. The secretary bowed his head and stepped back.
The driver trembled and did not dare to speak.
It's because he's not vigilant that people will run away from under his nose.
Although Jiang Yaojing didn't anger him, he didn't give him a good face either.
If he had found out earlier, Song Yunyun might not have been able to leave.
But at this moment, he hates Song Yunyun more!
She actually ran away.
Why did she run?
Did the man she eloped with?
I can't think about it, and the more I think about it, the more angry I get!
When he returned to the villa, it was already night.
It's quiet.
He walked upstairs and pushed open the room where Song Yunyun was sleeping.
It's cleaned up, it's clean, and the last time I came in, I could see something that belonged to her, and now there's nothing that belongs to her.
He walked in, opened the closet, and without incident, her clothes were gone.
Song Yunyun took everything she was going to take away to the dry cleaners, and if she didn't take it away, she threw it away as garbage, leaving no traces of herself in this room.
If there is, there is only a divorce agreement on the table.
She's already signed.
Jiang Yaojing closed the cabinet door and saw something on the table when he turned around.