"Shui Dexiang, where do you want to go?" Xu Duoqian blocked her way.

"I'm going back, so I won't accompany me." Shui Dexiang said anxiously, watching Xiao Yinyin's figure getting farther and farther away, so he pushed a few times.

Hurriedly chased after it.

There was a sudden sound in the sky, and the sky was rendered in several colors, as bright as day.

It turned out to be fireworks.

Fireworks are beautiful, but they are fleeting.

Zhan Yao pinched the time, lit the fireworks, and came over complacently, seeing the young master in white in the crowd, although he couldn't see his expression, he felt his coldness.

I chuckled in my heart, and secretly screamed in my heart, what's going on now, why is there only the young master.

What about Miss Zhou?

Yan Yijun's face under the mask, holding back his anger, pursed his mouth, and strode away.

When passing by Zhan Yao, he said coldly, "Deduct another month's salary from you." ”

Zhan Yao wanted to cry without tears, what happened just now?

******

And so it went on for a few days.

The president's office on the top floor of the Cheong Hing Building.

The sun was shining, and the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows had long since been drawn.

A cold figure stood in front of the window, like a pine pine.

The sun shines on his body, like a god descending from heaven, making people unattainable.

"Yishu, I'll be back soon."

His lips moved slightly, and the sound alone was enough to freeze three feet.

The black-clothed figure on the side nodded and said softly, "Young Master, the plane the day after tomorrow." ”

Since that day's mask party, the young master didn't say a word to Miss Zhou, as if nothing had happened.

"Have you found out the remitter of the real estate project in Jiangshi?" Yan Yijun closed his gaze to look out the window, took a step on his long legs, and sat back in his position.

"It's Ling Xing." Zhan Yao also followed, stopped at his side, raised his eyes, and looked at the young master with a cautious gaze, for fear of angering him.

"It's him again." A sneer appeared at the corner of Yan Yijun's mouth, and he forcibly broke the metal fountain pen, and black ink flowed out of it.

It was stained on the paper, and the paper instantly went black.

Zhan Yao looked at the young master who was sitting down, he was standing taller than him, but he felt an inexplicable sense of pressure.

Swallowing his saliva, he suddenly thought of something, and said in a low voice: "Young Master, is the Jiangshi project cheap for him?" ”

Yan Yijun was silent and lowered his eyes.

Zhan Yao continued: "Miss Zhou's relationship with him ......"

"What is the relationship, who dares to snatch the person I like." Yan Yijun's tone was proud, and he opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"......" Zhan Yao didn't dare to say anything, the young master was wishful thinking.

"In a few days, the crew will start filming and arrange for Yishu to be the exclusive makeup artist in the morning and evening." Yan Yijun withdrew his gaze, and his slender fingers tapped on the tabletop.

"Okay." Zhan Yao went out to make a phone call.

Yan Yijun took out his mobile phone and stared intently at the mobile phone screensaver.

Above the screensaver is a photo of the two of them.

After a few minutes, Zhan Yao came back from outside the door and said, "Young master...... She ...... in the morning and evening."

"How is she, don't talk babbling!" Yan Yijun frowned and said impatiently.

"There's no time for Chenxi."

Isn't this a rejection in disguise.

"If she doesn't come, just wait for the Lizzy Group to go bankrupt." Yan Yijun swept his eyes coldly, threw away the blackened paper on the table, and began to work busily.

He hadn't looked for the little villain for a long time, and the more he tried to forget, the more he lingered.