Kyoto City, Kita-ku, downstairs of the building.

A slightly warm breeze brushes across her cheeks, like a lover's gentle caress with the palm of her hand.

The setting sun slowly sets in the gap between the adjacent buildings, turning the surrounding clouds into champagne colors, and the zebra crossing on the ground looks particularly gentle.

However, Hiromi Yoshikawa has no intention of appreciating these beauties.

Her delicate cheeks were covered with sorrow.

And the floral dress on his body seemed to have not been washed for a long time, and it looked not only a little dirty but also wrinkled, but he raised his head and looked at the nameplate of the club, gritted his teeth and walked through the revolving glass door, and went straight to the place where the hostess at the front desk was.

"Does Mr. Atsuto Ando have time today?"

I don't know how many times I came to the familiar counter.

Hiromi Yoshikawa asked with apprehension.

Even though she had been directly rejected many times before, she still had a trace of luck in her heart, hoping to get the opportunity to plead.

But luck always backfires.

"The president is in a meeting today, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you."

The front desk lady raised her head and looked at Hiromi Yoshikawa's face, and realized that it was the same person who had wanted to see the president again and again, so she suppressed the impatience in her heart and replied with a standard smile.

"Didn't I already make an appointment in advance?"

Hiromi Yoshikawa had an anxious look on her face.

She's been here many times.

But every time I got the same answer, I had the same meeting.

Always use this reason to prevaricate her.

Do you think that all people are stupid?

After all, he had exhausted all his patience after coming many times, and Hiromi Yoshikawa propped his hands on the table as he spoke, and an angry expression could not help but appear on his delicate face.

It seems that being played like this is disrespectful to her and completely tramples on her basic personality, but she never thought about whether she was qualified to meet others.

It's as if Hiromi Yoshikawa's request is reasonable.

For her questioning tone, the front desk lady still maintained a good professional quality, kept a smile and patiently explained:

"However, you don't make an appointment for a business meeting, but it is difficult to determine the time for a private appointment, so I will just convey it to the president's office."

Listen to the standard answer that the ear has grinded out of the calloon.

Hiromi Yoshikawa's fingertips were embedded deep in his palms, and he used severe pain to maintain his only reason, and forced his humiliation and anger to ask in a low voice, "Then how can I meet Mr. Ando?" ”

"I'm sorry I don't know." The front desk lady was almost exhausted of her patience, and at this moment she had lowered her head and sorted out the papers, obviously not wanting to talk any further.

"Can you ask me more?"

"No, I'm sorry."

Yoshikawa Hiromi nodded a little blankly.

Taking a deep breath, she turned her body to look at the elevator, crazy thoughts flashed in her eyes, and she wanted to rush straight upstairs and run to Ando's office to get a chance to meet.

But looking at the two burly security guards guarding the elevator hall and the staff's move to check the work card, she knew that her idea would definitely not come true.

This is where Jun Ito used to work.

It was also the place where he was sent to court.

Hiromi Yoshikawa had consulted with a lawyer before, and even if he helped Jun Ito make up for the shortfall, as long as the original club did not withdraw the lawsuit, the latter would still face prison, which was unavoidable.

What's more, they simply can't come up with that much money!

So the best way is for the club to withdraw the lawsuit.

Yoshikawa Hiromi's fingers deeply embedded in the palm of his hand gradually loosened, raised his hand and gently stroked the slightly bulging abdomen, and the heart that had been born of despair slowly became firm.

Even if the possibility of knowing this is really slim, she still can't give up on the father of her child, even if he is doing it to the world.

Since he doesn't come out, then I'll wait until he comes out!

Even if you're the president, you always have to go home from work.

As long as he goes out, he can see it.

With such determination.

Hiromi Yoshikawa has already made up her mind.

Even if you let go of your dignity...

Suppressing the sense of loss and despair in her heart, she was ready to go out and find a place to sit and wait, anyway, she wouldn't go back if she didn't see anyone today, and there was no place to sit in the hall, so she could only find a place to wait outside.

It's just that Yoshikawa Hiromi raised her steps and was about to go out, when the corner of her eye suddenly swept over the wall next to her, and a row of photos hanging on it gradually flickered across her vision, and there seemed to be a face very familiar in it, which made her stop the steps she was about to lift.

Hiromi Yoshikawa was slightly stunned for a moment.

Eyes drift to the photo hanging on the wall.

Fairly formal clubs will have a post wall dedicated to hanging photos, not only to give employees a clear idea of the position level of their superiors, but also to have a kind of honor and incentive psychology.

Ando Electronics Co., Ltd. is a listed company.

Of course, it is more formal in these superficial forms.

The walls of the positions are also hung by the management, as well as the retired veterans of the company who have worked in the early stage, and the directors who hold a large number of shares.

Of course, Hiromi Yoshikawa has seen a lot of this kind of thing.

She also studied economics, so she naturally understands relevant knowledge.

But she saw a familiar face on the wall.

“... This photo..."

Hiromi Yoshikawa's gaze fell on a prominent spot on the wall, and he looked at the photo with an incredulous look in his eyes, and subconsciously read out the short introduction under the photo.

"Source... Minamoto Yorimitsu... Independent director? ”

This sentence is like a drumstick knocking down in my heart.

There was a brief blank in the brain.

Breathing is forgotten for a while, too.

In the end, Yoshikawa Hiromi suppressed the shock in her heart, ran to the front desk in a hurry, pointed to the post wall and hurriedly asked the front desk lady, "I'm sorry, I want to ask, are the photos on the wall all from the club?" ”

"Ah, yes."

The front desk lady looked up.

Hiromi Yoshikawa grabbed the marble countertop, pointed to the formal photo of Minamoto Rarimitsu with her right hand, and her voice began to tremble unconsciously: "Is this sure too?" ”

"Do you mean that picture of Director Yuan?"

The front desk lady looked in the direction she pointed, and after seeing the photo clearly, she had a little more desire to speak, and patiently explained: "This is the major shareholder of our club, and I was fortunate to see it once before, and the real person is actually more handsome than the photo, but I haven't been to the club much." ”

"Major shareholder..."Hiromi Yoshikawa subconsciously asked, "Is he rich?" ”

"I don't know about this, but it is said that this source director is only in his twenties, and he seems to be still in college, and he has spent hundreds of millions of dollars to collect shares, and he doesn't seem to have managed much, so he is very rich."

"In your twenties... University student... Hundreds of millions..."

These words swirled back and forth in Yoshikawa's mind.

Either one is sealed with him.

Not to mention that there is that picture hanging on the wall.

Yoshikawa Hiromi only felt that her brain was in chaos, as if there were a lot of things in series, and the scene in front of her was a little shaky for a while, making her a little unable to distinguish between reality and virtuality at the moment.

She felt as if she had discovered a secret that she had discovered.

I also felt like I had lost more things.

There was even a constant feeling of suffocation in the heart.

"Miss, miss?"

The front desk lady whispered twice.

This brought back to his senses Hiromi Yoshikawa, who was a little depressed.

"Thanks, I see."

It's just that she seems to be in a bad state now, and there is only gloom left in her eyes that were still bright, and she barely holds up a decent smile on her face.