"I see." Song Congbo responded, "Miss Wu Yue, if there is any news, we will communicate in time." ”

"Okay."

Not far away, Yan Chiyu just put down his mobile phone and looked over.

When he got off the elevator from this floor, Song Congbo met a team of about eight or nine people, all men. This group of people made way for him very politely, this formation seemed to be lined up for him to pass, everyone's expressions were normal, and there was no fierce spirit, but Song Congbo still felt hairy.

As he was about to reach the elevator, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a gun peeking out of someone's pocket, and his legs went limp in fright.

The elevator door closed, and he watched the group walk in the direction where Wu Yue and the others were, Song Congbo sighed in his heart, and suddenly blocked the elevator door that was about to close and rushed out.

He was about to shout something, but then he saw the group of people bowing respectfully to Yan Chiyu.

Song Congbo's legs were even softer.

It turned out that he would not only be beaten by Miss Wu Yue, but would also be corrected by Mr. Yan Chiyu on the spot......

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Song Congbo silently retreated to the elevator room.

Looking at himself who could vaguely see the outline of his body, Song Congbo, thank you, thank you for making the right decision just now, otherwise you are now a bucket lid in the trash can!

He patted his chest with trepidation, and then thought of something.

Could it be that Mr. Yan's bodyguard was hired?

Should be.

After comforting himself like this, Song Congbo's pale face gradually turned normal, and Dong Dong Dong's heart, which was beating fast after seeing his sweetheart, gradually calmed down.

Song Congbo was in a hurry to go back to the company to deal with things, and his steps downstairs were in a hurry.

Fortunately, I had a mask in my pocket to cover my face. Otherwise, with his frequent appearances in major interviews with Cheng Pingxi, he would have been discovered by the paparazzi squatting.

"Ahh

Song Congbo bumped into something in a hurry, and his 1.8-meter-tall man was knocked to the ground, sitting on the ground with his legs bent. Song Congbo was stunned and immediately got up from the ground.

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing the man who knocked him down walk by his side, Song Congbo didn't care about being polite and impolite, and grabbed his arm. His bloodshot eyes stared at the dark green middle hair under the black man's fisherman's hat, and the gold-rimmed glasses that had not changed for several years, Song Congbo was nervous and expectant: "You, are you Mr. Cheng Xuanwu?" ”

As soon as he spoke, he found that his voice was trembling and even hoarse.

The hand was gently pushed away by a strong hand.

The man in the dark green coat turned around slowly, and for three years, the face was almost exactly the same, and it had never changed. Song Congbo was very excited, he was about to say something, but the man opened up one step ahead of him.

"Is he dead?"

The man's face is warm, and his eyebrows and eyes are peaceful. The words that came out made Song Congbo shudder, and he took half a step back in shock, "What, what?" Mr. Xuanwu, why are you talking like that...... Didn't you care for Konishi in the first place? Why? ”

"Life and death are human nature, why be surprised." The man pulled the fisherman's hat, revealing his upright facial features, and his dark eyes were far and deep, as if he couldn't see the bottomless abyss. Looking at him like this, Song Congbo only felt that this man's eyes scared him more than the gun just now.

"Mr. Xuanwu, Konishi he found his biological parents, and he has a new family. Now it's his own sister who is taking care of him upstairs...... Miss Wu Yue. ”

Song Congbo endured his chattering teeth and said tentatively, while quietly observing Cheng Xuanwu's expression.