After breakfast, Jiang Zhao went straight back to the master bedroom, without even looking at someone sitting in the living room.

turned on the computer to receive the email, about the past of Song Muchen and Wei Lan, Gao Siyin found out the same content as Aunt Liu said last night. At this time, Jiang Zhao was not interested in their old things, and she wanted to know more about why Wei Lan would suddenly return to China.

And on this point, it is a pity that Gao Siyin did not ask for any useful information.

"I investigated the situation of the Wei family in country M and in China, and all the reports show that their company is operating normally, and it can be ruled out that they suddenly returned to China for this reason."

Jiang Zhao looked at this sentence and raised his eyebrows slightly, it was not a work need, it must be a personal emotional need.

Although Jiang Zhao always thought that Wei Lan's purpose for returning to China must be related to Song Muchen, after yesterday's initial contact, she could be very sure that Wei Lan was definitely not a woman who would be carried away by love.

Although Jiang Zhao was not interested in the drama of two women fighting for one man, Wei Lan's sudden appearance still made her feel a little uneasy.

With a ding dong, the sound of the new email pulled Jiang Zhao's thoughts back.

"I told my dad about your phone, and he prepared a new one for you, which should be delivered today, you can use it with confidence."

"Although I still don't agree with your decision, since this is your own choice, I will still support you as much as I can."

"Take care of yourself."

Originally, seeing Gao Siyin mention her father, Jiang Zhao was a little resistant in his heart, but he thought that his current situation was inseparable from the support of those people.

After a moment's hesitation, she slowly tapped the keyboard.

"Thank him for me."

Closing the computer, Aunt Liu's knock happened to sound outside the door: "Zhaozhao, there is a courier downstairs, saying that you need to sign for it." ”

Jiang Zhao answered and followed Aunt Liu downstairs and went straight to the gate, so he didn't notice that there were still people in the living room.

When she walked to the elevator with the box, Song Muchen's voice came from behind her: "What did you buy?" ”

Jiang Zhao was stunned: "You didn't go to the company?" ”

Song Muchen frowned: "Didn't you say that I would take you to the auction in the afternoon?" ”

Probably looking at Jiang Zhao's lazy appearance in home clothes, his brows furrowed even deeper: "Don't tell me that you have forgotten." ”

Jiang Zhao's face was expressionless: "I think Mr. Song forgot, I didn't promise you." ”

"But you didn't say no." Song Muchen moved his gaze back to his phone, "Now go upstairs to change clothes, it's time for us to go." ”

"Then I'll refuse now." After Jiang Zhao finished speaking, he didn't care what the person's reaction was, and he didn't bother to wait for the elevator, so he ran up the stairs on his feet.

Jiang Zhao still went to the auction on this day, after all, she still understands the truth of accepting it when she sees it.

seemed to be very satisfied with her superiors, and Mr. Song made a generous move that day, shooting three or four collectible-level jewelry in a row, and then lost it to her.

In the days that followed, the friction between the two finally gradually decreased, but Jiang Zhao also completely put away the well-behaved appearance that he used to be obedient and began to get along with this man in another way.

Jiang Zhao's side is obviously very comfortable with this change, while the feeling of the other protagonist is obviously a little subtle.

It was as if he was in a meeting with the representatives of the Zhou family right now, and his mobile phone vibrated inappropriately.

Glancing at the screen, Song Muchen's brows wrinkled unconsciously, although he knew that this woman usually had nothing to do, he couldn't help but raise his hand to interrupt the speaker's words, and got up and walked out of the conference room with his mobile phone.

"I didn't tell you, I'm in a meeting at this time." Song Muchen didn't notice it himself, and there was more helplessness than anger in his tone.

"Oh," Jiang Zhao disagreed, "I'm just telling you, I want to buy a car." ”

"What do you buy a car for?" Mr. Song pinched the corners of his forehead with his fingers, "Didn't I leave Xiao Lu to you?" ”

Jiang Zhao seemed to be already shopping: "What, my phone has been changed, and you will send a driver to keep an eye on me?" ”

“…… Buy," Song Muchen gritted his teeth, "Buy whatever you want, buy whatever you want!" Don't call me again today! ”

Jiang Zhao over there finally giggled: "Thank you, dear~"

I don't know why, the tone that he was used to sounding at this moment made him feel cold for no reason: "Okay, put away your fake appearance and hang up." ”

Hanging up the phone, Song Muchen adjusted his expression, but turned around and bumped into Zhou Wenguang with a teasing face.

"I said Brother Chen, you're not right."

Song Muchen crossed him expressionlessly: "The plan is decided for the time being, what happened to the contractor?" ”

Zhou Wenguang's expression was a little complicated.

"The Wei family is coming by name, I'm really ......"

Song Muchen turned his head: "Who is the representative over there?" ”

"Wei Lan."