A small courtyard in the suburbs, today seems unusually quiet, the big trees in front of the courtyard are blowing in the breeze, and they are quite happy, is it the long-dormant branches are welcoming guests from afar?

Maybe it's an uninvited guest!

The man parked the car in a forest about 500 meters away from the yard, the man wore a hat, sunglasses to cover half of his face, after the car was parked, I saw the man raise his hand and pull the hat to buckle down his face, and then nodded to the woman in the co-pilot's seat, only to see the woman put on a foxy smirk, and slowly took out a pair of binoculars from the bag.

However, after staring for nearly twenty minutes, there was not even a single figure except for the few big trees in front of the courtyard that kept swaying their branches.

"Is this the place Uncle Wu told you?" With cold air in his mouth, he could feel the man's impatience through his sunglasses.

The woman was stunned, the telescope in her hand shifted a little from the frame of her eyes, she froze, her eyelashes blinked a few times, as if she was remembering something.

After a long time, the woman turned her head sideways, twisted her eyebrows, and said to the man, "Could it be that Uncle Wu deceived me?" ”

The car was suddenly quiet!

Long

There was a click, and the door opened.

The man was going to go to the courtyard himself to find out.

However, he just leaned out half of his body, and then shrank back in a second.

When I looked closely, I saw a car slowly entering the gate of the yard.

See here

The man snatched the telescope from the woman's hand at lightning speed.

The woman shrugged her shoulders in fright, her panicked eyes followed the snatched binoculars, and froze in front of the man's face for a second.

After a few seconds of surprise, he turned his head in a panic, leaned in front of the window, and stared at the car in front of him.

A young man in his thirties stepped out of the driver, and at the same time, the door of the back seat of the car was gently pushed open from the inside, and then a pregnant woman slowly stepped out of the car.

"This?" Whispered

Zhang Meijun looked back at Yang Cheng suspiciously, thinking, this is the person Yang Cheng is looking for?

Apparently not!

Because as soon as Zhang Meijun turned around, her eyes immediately hit Yang Cheng's black face.

Hats, sunglasses, binoculars, I don't know when they have been thrown aside by Yang Cheng.

rumble

Slam on the accelerator.

Zhang Meijun hurriedly sat down and held it firm, her eyes looking straight ahead, and she didn't dare to glance anywhere.

After the car left.

In the woods, two shadows came out.

Standing at the position where the car had just stopped, I looked at the direction of the car for a long time.

"Let's go."

"Huh."

After saying that, the two walked towards the courtyard together.

..................

Fan Xiaotian didn't know how long she had been standing in the secretary's room, only to see her staring blankly at Tao Xinran's empty chair.

With a slight sigh, he was about to move away.

The eyetail shop caught the trash can under Zhang Meijun's desk.

A particularly familiar piece of paper.

Fan Xiaotian hesitated, reached out and pulled a tissue on the edge of Zhang Meijun's stage, squatted down, wrapped the edge of the trash can with the tissue in his hand, and then gently took the trash can out.

That's right, the top piece of paper, the paper with gold edges, is Fan Xiaotian's family-specific paper, but in the company, and in Zhang Meijun's trash can, how can it appear?

Along the way, Fan Xiaotian has experienced too much, so his brain has been forced to become flexible.

Without thinking about it, she already understood that the day before yesterday, Tao Xinran saw Uncle Wu and Zhang Meijun downstairs, which means that this piece of paper was brought out by Uncle Wu from home.

Great irony, Uncle Wu has been in the Fan family for decades, but now he is dealing with the Fan family with outsiders, which is really a great irony.

hehe

Fan Xiaotian sneered twice, and then carefully took out the piece of paper in the trash can.

The little heart couldn't help beating uncontrollably, his hands were trembling, what would be written on the paper?

What about the acquisition of Hua Xuan Hotel?

The Yang family's divestment?

Or the father...

"No, it's impossible, it won't, Uncle Wu won't..." Fan Xiaotian kept repeating this sentence in his mouth, panting loudly, and his chest was rising and falling more and more.

Suddenly, feeling a dizziness in front of him, Fan Xiaotian hurriedly got up, holding the table with one hand, and closed his eyes, but the white long eyebrows were slightly stirring, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead kept rising.

About two or three minutes passed.

Fan Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell squarely on his right hand.

The main breath of the screen quickly kneaded the paper on his hand.

"No. 88, Hutong Street, Hualin District?" "Where is this?" Now Fan Xiaotian was circled, and what was written on the paper was different from what she thought.

But the word is Uncle Wu's word, and this has been determined.

Fan Xiaotian secretly memorized the address left on the paper, put the paper back in the trash can, and then restored the trash can before leaving the secretary's room.

Fan Xiaotian, who returned to his office, had only one answer in his mind, Zhang Meijun asked for leave today, and he must have gone to No. 88 Hutong Street, Hualin District.

After thinking about it, Fan Xiaotian called Yan Xin.

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