The reporter's face is red: "..."
For the first time in my life, I was praised by jiangbeiyuan. I was flattered.
Reporting continues.
Jiangbeiyuan is playing with his mobile phone. His arm is bent on his forehead, and he is gently lighting the shell of his mobile phone.
Almost every half minute, he would turn on his cell phone, and there was a red dot on the screen.
Anyway, the red dot has been wandering around the garbage can.
Jiangbeiyuan's eyebrows are tightened, more and more tight.
He knew that the girl had been left behind. Many times when she went to the flower shop, she thought of forgetting to bring something, and then she went back to get it.
But what's the matter today? Why stay at home all the time and linger near the garbage can?
What is she looking for?
Three hours?
The more you think about it, the more wrong it is. Jiangbeiyuan gets up impatiently and tugs at his tie.
The big guy's eyes fell on him. The boss was so handsome and sexy when he pulled his tie impatiently.
Jiangbeiyuan: "farewell."
Drop these two words, and walk away.
We all brush and look at Song Yikai.
"Don't look at me! I don't know what happened to boss today! "
After Song Yikai finished, he went out to ask.
No one has been seen, but he can only go back to the meeting room to sort out the materials and documents.
Jiangbeiyuan from the conference room directly down to the hall on the first floor, stride towards the outside, the anxieties and worries between the eyebrows and eyes reveal, too late to cover up, all in the face.
Through the whispers of the staff around him, they talked about what must have happened to the president's wife, otherwise the boss would not be so nervous.
Jiangbeiyuan drove by himself. He called Yannian n times on the way, but no one answered.
Flustered and uneasy, he felt his feet in his heart.
Why is her location next to the trash can all the time?
Are you packing to leave him?
Although he said that the divorce would be repeated again and again, but during this period he was very good to her. She should have no reason for divorce.
The more you think about it, the more anxious you think about it. For a short time, he just ran two red lights and finally turned to the main road home. He drove with one hand and put on his Bluetooth headset to make a phone call.
There was a bit of noise there, and a faint voice was heard.
Jiangbeiyuan:
"monitor."
Listening to the long lost monitor, Zhang Fan felt a thump in his heart. He squeezed his cell phone subconsciously and hurriedly walked out of the ward to cut off the noise.
"What do you want to do? Don't think I don't know I can't be promoted to director because of you! It's just that we have a good relationship. I'll keep one eye open and one eye closed! "
Jiangbeiyuan: "I'll use the driver's license."
"Depend on your sister!"
It's no good that he is called monitor.
He just thought the goods were going to apologize to him. He thought too much.
"I used it for you last time. What else do you want? Is it easy for me to get a driving license! "
"Oh."
Jiangbeiyuan has a faint voice. There is another red light ahead. There are no cars on both sides. He continues to run with his eyes open.
The next second he chuckled, the voice passed through the earpiece into Zhang Fan's ear, magnetic low dumb, like a small stone thrown to the calm lake, called his heart lake fretting.
I always think something is wrong.
Sure enough, after a few seconds, the voice on the other side of jiangbeiyuan became a bit unorthodox, "the monitor said last time that he liked me, and liked such a cheap one."