Alan didn't dare to go in and disturb, so he could only stand at the door, waiting for Gu Yichen's call at any time.

"Alan." Ten minutes later, Gu Yichen's voice rang out.

Alan immediately clamped the chrysanthemum, knocked on the door respectfully and entered the office: "BOSS, what do you command?" ”

"Is there any smoke?" Gu Yichen's voice was faint, and he couldn't hear joy or anger.

"Smoke?" Alan was stunned: "I don't have it on me, I'll buy it, I'll buy it." ”

Ten minutes later, Alan ran up with a cigarette, opened it, and handed it to his desk.

Gu Yichen pinched one and pressed the lighter, and the shallow flames lit up, and suddenly there was smoke.

Gu Yichen ignored Allen, but held a cigarette in one hand, turned around and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining, and under the glass window of the president's office on the 88th floor, the tall figure of the man seemed to be plated with a faint halo, so magnificent, so noble and elegant.

But the half of the cigarette in his hanging right hand rose in a wilt, but it couldn't be said, adding a touch of loneliness and loneliness to his back.

Gu Yichen occasionally drinks, but he doesn't smoke, he hates the feeling of being surrounded by smoke, plus he has a little cleanliness habit, what he doesn't like the most is the choking taste of tobacco.

Alan has been with him for more than ten years, and in his impression, he can only smoke when his mother dies, and when he is twenty years old, he only smoked once after he had a big quarrel with his grandfather and Old Man Yin in the UK because of Yin Yanwei.

Alan knows that only when he is in an extremely low mood will he choose to use something like cigarettes to anesthetize and vent.

Those words this morning may have been caused by impulsiveness and anger, but Alan knew that Gu Yichen cared very much.

He sighed lightly, but he didn't dissuade him, it is difficult for the Qing officials to cut off family affairs, and the authorities are obsessed with this state, and only the parties themselves can alleviate it.

…………

8 p.m.

Gu Yichen came out of the company.

Alan looked at Gu Yichen, who was leaning on the seat and closing his eyes, from the rearview mirror, and asked, "Lord BOSS, are you sure you want to go to Yujingxuan instead of going back to the old mansion?" ”

"Hmm." Gu Yichen didn't say much, his voice seemed to be a little tired, and after a while, he said again: "Call the old house." ”

Alan pressed the phone of the old house, turned on the outside, the landline rang three times, and the phone was answered.

"HELLO, I'M ALAN, LORD BOSS ASKED ME TO REPORT, HE WON'T GO BACK TONIGHT."

"What, Uncle I'm not coming back tonight!?" On the other end of the phone, Zheng Xue's voice came from afar, from far to near, she seemed to have snatched the phone, and said, "Allen, what about my little uncle, is he with you?" ”

"Forehead......" Alan turned his head to look at Gu Yichen, and when he saw that he didn't say anything, he said into the phone: "The boss is in the car." ”

"Little uncle!" Over there, Zheng Xue screamed excitedly, and then said delicately: "Uncle, why don't you come back tonight, we're still waiting for you to eat!" You say, are you with Night Star? Did she pester you again? ”

Gu Yichen opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyebrows frowned slightly: "Night Star Yao didn't go back?" ”

"Nope." Zheng Xue was a little puzzled, thinking to herself, Ye Xingyao was not with Gu Yichen? She turned her mind around, and just wanted to say something to slander Ye Xingyao, but the phone on the other side suddenly came with a busy sound of 'beep'.......