When Yan Lin received the news that Mu Zhiqing was in Tbes, the capital of Georgia, in fact, Mu Zhiqing's children had already begun to pack their bags and go to the next city......

……

The phone on Wen Chuanji's desk rang, making him feel anxious.

The whole person walked into the president's office on thin ice.

"Mr. Yan, what do you command?"

"Push off all the work and itinerary in the past few days, and I will be away for a while."

Wen Chuanji was even more panicked at this time: "Eh, where are you going to go for the banquet?"

He couldn't understand Yan Lin's expression, as if he was smiling angrily.

Wen Chuanji didn't get any response from President Yan, and left the president's office after saying this to him, leaving Wen Chuanji in the huge office.

He was messy by himself, "What the hell is going on like this?" Could it be that Miss Chengmu really doesn't want to feast?

Secretly sighed, and muttered: "This doesn't say how long it will take, so many meetings, so many projects are progressing, and they all have to be rearranged, just because you are my boss, I want to be like this?"

〒_〒Okay, because you're my boss, I've got to do that.

【Group chat】Mingyi Group employee exchange group

Group leader Wen Chuanji: Big news! Big news! Mr. Yan has left Mingyi! Lift Level 1 Alert!

Group leader Wen Chuanji: [Those who show affection can come out openly!! 】

RT: [Banquet is always absent from work for love? 】

PF: [Upstairs, please don't talk about the banquet going to arrest people...... Euphemistic. 】

XM: [The banquet is really moody. 】

PQ: [Sister's words are wrong, when have you ever seen our boss "happy"? 】

PQ: [The boss is now going from being overly angry to going into a big rage. 】

……

Tbilisi, Georgia

When Mr. Yan got off the plane, he didn't make any more stops, and was about to go to the hotel where Mu Shiqing was staying to catch her.

Find this milk dumpling and ask her why she ran for so long without saying a word.

Just as he was about to enter the Biltmore Hotel, the bodyguard who had been following him received a very inopportune phone call.

The bodyguard's face turned very gray.

He received the news that the young lady had left Tbilisi a few hours ago for Batumi.

Bodyguard: Who am I? Where am I? Why do you want to let me know about this news? How do I tell Mr. Yan?

Yan Lin was dressed in a black trench coat, revealing an invisible sense of oppression.

I saw a bodyguard with five big and three thick steps, approaching him one step at a time.

whispered in his ear: "Mr. Yan, I just got the news that Miss has already left here." ”

When he finished speaking, he took a few breaths, and immediately took two steps back for fear that Mr. Yan would throw him out.

That's right, these people, who have been living under such pressure all day, are much sadder than usual.

The banquet was clenched into a fist: an unconscious dumpling.

"Where did she go?"

"Batumi. Mr. Banquet, are we still going? The bodyguard asked tentatively.

"Go."

"Yes, Mr. Banquet, I'll arrange it."

……

Mu Chiqing was sitting on a train from Tbilisi to Batumi.

It was a journey of almost six hours.

Arrived in Batumi around in the afternoon.

It is a city that is much younger than Tbilisi.

Batumi has a coastline of 300 kilometers with wide beaches with many pebbles.

In the wee hours of the morning, Mu Shiqing sat there painting and waited for the sunrise.

From time to time, drones skimmed over the coast.