Pouring a glass of water from the pantry, she returned to her seat and looked at the time, it was four fifty, and it was almost time to get off work.

She leaned back, then tilted her head back and closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering with her eyelids.

Hey, what should come always comes, what needs to be done is always done.

sighed helplessly in his heart, opened his eyes vividly, put down the cup, held the phone in one hand, picked up the bag in the other, got up and walked outside the office, and made a phone call.

"I'm Wen Xuxu, and I'm off now."

She strode heavily, resolute and decisive with every step.

……

Tsu City.

"Mr. Yan, Mrs. She held a press conference and apologized to country Y for the scandal." Qiao Jian knocked on the door of Yan Rusheng's room, held the tablet in his hand, and walked quickly to Yan Rusheng, who was sitting at the desk and immersed himself in work.

Hearing this, Yan Rusheng's hand holding the pen paused suddenly, and a layer of gloom instantly covered his handsome face.

Qiao Jian placed the tablet in front of him, and it played Wen Xuxu's press conference in Kyoto a few minutes ago.

She stood in front of the camera, flashes of light flashing across her face.

Even though she straightens her waist and is not humble or silent, in the face of reporters' questions, she answers fluently and calmly.

It can be said that the heart is still like a ball.

She is warm and lifelike, cold and proud Wen lifelike, and can make everyone drunk and she is awake.

How can you pay attention to this kind of gossip and hold a press conference to clarify and apologize.

He guessed suspiciously, and in a moment he had a positive answer in his heart, and a layer of cold ice condensed in his eyes, and the cold light shone brightly.

"Get ready and go back to Kyoto."

Unmistakable tone.

With that, he got up and strode towards the closet.

Qiao Jian looked out the window and hesitated for a second, then he considered his mouth, "Mr. Yan, it's almost dark, should we go back now?" ”

Yan Rusheng turned his head to look at him and raised his eyebrows coldly, "What's the problem?" ”

Then he reached out and took the coat off the closet and put it on his body.

Qiao Jian didn't dare to slack off, and was busy preparing.

In the restaurant, after dinner, she drank the cold-proof ginger soup cooked for her by Aunt Zhang, and the cola was cooked at high temperature, and there was no gas, only sweetness.

For the effect, Aunt Zhang put more ginger shreds, which was a little spicy, and her throat was uncomfortable when she drank it.

"I can't drink anymore, my throat hurts."

She put down the bowl, touched her throat with her hand, and pouted at Aunt Zhang.

In fact, she didn't want to drink a sip, but the old man's heart, thinking about her with great effort and effort, she couldn't bear to live up to it.

Since they all said that her throat hurts, of course Aunt Zhang will not persuade her to drink it again, "Then don't drink it, you drink more boiling water." ”

"Hmm." Lifelike smiled and nodded, "Then I'll go upstairs first." ”

With that, she got up and prepared to leave the restaurant.

"The Third Young Master is back."

Suddenly, the voice of a servant was heard outside.

He's back? Raising his head in surprise, Yan Rusheng's tall figure had already appeared at the door of the restaurant, dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

Seeing his handsome face, a flash of joy flashed quickly in her eyes, so fast that people didn't have time to catch it.

It was a joy from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't control it.

Yan Rusheng also looked at her, looking at her cold face, he wondered, why did he rush back so late in the dust?

If he had to have a reason, he thought...... Maybe it's because of love.

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