Lingyun Group.

Lan Xin stood downstairs and stared at the big characters on the office building for a while before walking in with her bag.

The interior decoration made Lan Xin a little surprised, the gap between the office buildings in her impression was too big, the decoration inside was luxurious and low-key, and it looked extremely high-grade, just like the five-star hotel six years ago, she suppressed her shock, and walked to the front desk to ask formally.

"Excuse me, is this Lingyun Group?"

"yes, hello, what's the matter with you?"

The front desk lady has a natural smile and a warm tone.

"Then I want to find Qin Yu."

"Mr. Qin?"

The front desk lady was surprised, looked her up and down, Lan Xin's dress, she looked like she was in her early twenties, and her expression was very jerky, like a college student who had just left school, the front desk thought for a few seconds, sorry,

"I'm sorry, if you see Mr. Qin, you have to make an appointment in advance, do you have an appointment?"

Lan Xin shook her head and reached out to hand her a folder,

"Please leave this to him, I'll wait for him downstairs."

Seeing that her face was solemn, it didn't look like she was lying, the front desk lady hesitated, nodded, and asked people to send the file bag up.

"The design department is not a waste, what is the painting!"

In the president's office, with a low roar, stacks of A4 drawings were thrown to the ground, and the man behind the desk stood up, picked up the teacup and took a sip, suppressing the anger in his chest.

"I'll give you three more days, and after three days, I can't get a drawing that satisfies me, so you can do it yourself!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely come up with a work that satisfies Mr. Qin as soon as possible."

The man standing in front of the office was so angry that he didn't dare to come out, his forehead was overflowing with beads of sweat, and even his face turned pale.

"Let's get out."

Qin Yu waved his hand, picked up the cigarette pack from the table, and put it in his mouth.

When the director went out, he bumped into Assistant An, asked casually, and left in a hurry.

"Mr. Qin, someone downstairs is going to show you this thing."

An Mingyuan put the yellow document bag in his hand on the table, bent down and picked up the drawings on the ground one by one.

Qin Yu didn't speak, he played with the lighter in his hand for a long time, and he didn't light the cigarette in his mouth.

"Mr. Qin's three-year filial piety period has expired, and Mrs. is urging again, you better find a time to meet him."

"I know."

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, threw it into the ashtray, and looked up at him.

"You go back and tell her that next month my father's third anniversary will be over, and I will listen to her arrangement."

"Okay."

After An Mingyuan left, Qin Yu picked up the yellow document bag on the table, opened it casually, and when he saw the things inside, his whole face changed color, because inside was a marriage certificate, the husband on the marriage certificate was him, and the wife column was ......

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