Faced with the sudden interruption, Cheng Siqian said to the assistant with an impatient face, "The people outside sent away and died of noise." ”

Ye Yuyao's eyes were gloomy, and she was thinking about the voice just now, when Cheng Siqian suddenly thought of something: "A."

Ata, I'd like to ask you to do me a favor, okay? ”

Ye Yuyao was slightly stunned, "You say." If I can help, I'll do my best. ”

"Do you know Feng Xuhan?" Cheng Siqian asked suddenly.

Ye Yuyao raised her eyebrows slightly, "I've heard of it." ”

Feng Xuhan, a mysterious figure, rarely appears, but five years ago, he was already a terrifying existence from all walks of life, and it was a hot topic in the wealthy circle of Jincheng.

Regardless of whether he is the heir of the first Feng family of the wealthy family, just the fact that he led the crumbling Feng Group to the top of the business world in a short period of time five years ago is enough to make people admire and impress his ability.

"I want you to go to the Feng Mansion on Monday and apply for his position as a personal costume stylist." Cheng Siqian proposed.

Ye Yuyao was stunned for a moment, and then she paused and continued: "Although it is a bit abrupt to say this, I can't find a more suitable candidate than you in a short time, I really don't want to see any opposite sex around Feng Xuhan." ”

When Ye Yuyao heard this, she held back the gossip and politely refused: "I'm sorry, Miss Cheng, I have my own studio to take care of." ”

"You just think of it as a side hustle, okay?" Cheng Siqian's tone softened, "That's it, if you help me this time, I owe you a favor!" ”

Hearing the end, Ye Yuyao's eyes lit up, and when she thought of Ye Ruyun, who had just eaten the closed door, she coughed lightly reservedly: "Ahem, since Miss Cheng has said this, I can't give face." ”

……

Here, Ye Ruyun walked out of the beauty salon and got into a cool black Land Rover car on the side of the road.

In the driver's seat, the man slowly started the vehicle and said straight to the point: "Have you talked to the mayor's daughter?" ”

A hint of emptiness flashed on Ye Ruyun's face, "Hmm! But this is the first contact, wait for me to find a chance to contact her in the next two days! ”

Mu Zihao's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and his tone was cold: "If this trick doesn't work, forget it, I'll find another way, I don't have so much time." ”

Ye Ruyun shook her head and said quite surely: "It works!" I will definitely be able to help Mu get the development rights of that piece of land in the eastern suburbs! ”

Mu Zihao pondered for a moment, and his expression eased slightly: "Then this matter will be handed over to you, I will wait for your good news." ”

"Good!"

Ye Ruyun responded with a smile, took a sip of coffee from the cup rack next to her, and pretended to be careless: "By the way, Brother Hao, we have been together for six years, and you have already taken over the Mu business, and my mother has already begun to urge me." ”

The words fell, and the car just stopped in front of the red light intersection.

Mu Zihao looked sideways and looked calm: "Yun'er, Ye Yuyao's whereabouts are still unknown, I am very uneasy, we have to find her." ”

Ye Ruyun blinked her beautiful eyes, "But we haven't found any trace of her all these years, maybe she's dead." ”

Mu Zihao's face was slightly gloomy, and his tone was tough: "Don't jump to conclusions until you find the body." ”

Ye Ruyun was stunned, forcibly suppressed the unwillingness in her heart, and lowered her eyes aggrievedly: "I, I know." ”

Immediately afterward, the cup of coffee in her hand was taken and replaced by a glass of juice.

Mu Zihao slowed down his tone and coaxed lightly: "The coffee is mine, and this cup of strawberry juice is for you." ”

When Ye Ruyun heard this, her expression suddenly froze.

Ye Yuyao likes strawberry juice, and she likes mangoes!

It's been five years, but Mu Zihao always confuses her and Ye Yuyao's preferences, and doesn't seem to care much about her!

This is also the reason why she is anxious to sit in Mrs. Mu's position!

Mu Zihao didn't notice her abnormality, and as soon as the red light turned on, he immediately drove away.

……

Here, in a high-end care facility in the city center.

Ye Qingqing held the blonde doll in her arms and stood alone by the window, looking at the bustling street outside for a moment.

Ye Yiheng walked over with a drawing board, "Stupid Qingqing, don't you stay here, okay?" People would think my sister was a nerd. ”

Ye Qingqing's face wrinkled, "I'm my sister!" Don't be rude! ”

As she spoke, she looked out the window again, and said with flashing eyes: "Brother, this is the city where Mommy used to live, so can we go to the cemetery to see Dad?" ”

Ye Yiheng frowned slightly, and snorted lightly: "I don't want to see it." ”

For as long as they can remember, Ye Yuyao told them that their father had an accident before they were born and was taken away by God, so they had no concept of this dead ghost father.

Saying that, Ye Yiheng didn't forget to add a sentence fiercely: "You are not allowed to go and see it!" Don't even mention this in front of Ye Yuyao, you know? ”

Ye Qingqing puffed up her little face, and responded aggrievedly: "I know." ”

Although she really wants to take Xiaohuahua to give it to her father, asking where her father's grave is will definitely make Mommy sad.

"I'll go to the bathroom, I'll be back soon, and you can help me look at the drawing board."

Ye Yiheng stuffed the sketchpad into her hand, turned around and ran out of the bright classroom, as fast as a little cheetah.

Out of the classroom, Ye Yiheng followed the signs on the wall and found the bathroom.

It was empty, and there were no other children.

He had just stopped in front of one of the urinals when the sound of the door opening behind him.

Ye Yiheng subconsciously turned around and saw a figure in a small suit.

Oh, it's a guy.

Ye Yiheng thought like this, and the other party happened to look up at him.

In the next second, the two of them widened their eyes in shock, and they asked in unison, "Who are you!?" ”