But in a flash, Fu Yichen's expression returned to cold, "why tell me if she will come or not! I don't care about this, get out!"
Song Zhe, "..."
Boss, do you want to be so fake? No one believes it.
However, Song Zhe didn't dare to show his bad vomit and speechless to the boss, and nodded again and again.
"Yes, yes! I'm confused. But, young master, do I want to tell the front desk to let Grandma come up?"
Fu Yichen immediately lost his signature pen. "What do you say? Outsiders come and can't let go! What should I teach you when the young grandmother of emperor Ye comes?"
Last time I didn't let anyone go at the front desk, as a result, the woman turned and left.
After waiting for a few days, he waited for the woman again. Fu Yichen dared not pose again this time. Who knows if the woman will turn around and leave again!
"Yes, I understand!"
Song Zhe smiled and ran out. He immediately called the front and repeated orders. When he saw Su MI, he must immediately prepare the elevator and send Su Mi up smoothly. Don't make any mistakes.
In the president's office, Fu Yichen saw Song Zhe go out, but he couldn't see the official documents. He suddenly got up, went to the lounge and rushed directly into the bathroom.
Damn it, I'm not in the mood these days. I haven't taken care of myself.
Why is this hair so long? It looks so decadent and doesn't have spirit at all.
Also, this eye, why so much blood. The woman must be very proud to see that she thinks she is so haggard.
And the beard, why didn't you shave it clean, and the clothes were wrinkled
shit! How could he look so bad!
Fu Yichen frowned, strode out and pressed the inside line, "tell the front desk to stop the woman first, but you can't let her leave!"
Outside, Song Zhe looked confused and forced, "ah?"
It's going to be like that again. Song Zhe wants to say, it's not easy for young grandma to come, boss. Can we stop being a demon?
But he didn't dare to say this. Song Zhe was thinking about how to gently persuade him, so he listened to Fu Yichen's command, "call me a stylist right away!"
what?
Stylist?
Song Zhe thought he had heard wrong. Fu Yichen couldn't hear song Zhe's answer. He angrily said, "did you hear that? Did you let me see the woman like a ghost?"
He finished and hung up.
Song Zhe, "..." young master, do you want men to please themselves? The stylist came soon. Fu Yichen just took a bath from the bathroom. The stylist quickly cleaned up his hair and matched his clothes.
In only ten minutes, Fu Yichen seemed to be a different person, with a straight spirit and brilliance.
Fu Yichen stood in front of the mirror and looked at it. He felt careless. Although there were still a lot of blood in his eyes, he couldn't see that he was haggard.
He straightened his purple suit collar, walked out of the lounge and ordered Song Zhe.
"Push off all my next activities. Don't let anyone come in and disturb me for a while."
"Yes, young master, don't worry."
Song Zhe answered and was about to go out, but song Ze quickly came in with a file bag in his hand.
"President, the portrait of Zhou Qingyang you ordered earlier has come out."
Sitting behind his desk, Fu Yichen narrowed his eyes and slowly straightened his body.
"Bring it!"
His face sank, and song Ze hurriedly handed over the file bag in his hand.
Before, he couldn't find any high-definition photos of Zhou Qingyang, but Fu Yichen didn't give up. He thought that Zhou Qingyang had gone to the kindergarten to participate in the parent-child activities of Jiabei and Jiabao.
Fu Yichen asked song Ze to find some parents who had seen Zhou Qingyang and synthesize Zhou Qingyang's appearance by computer according to their dictation.
Although such portraits are not 100% the same, they still have 90% similarity.
"Oh, I want to see if this man looks like a shrinking turtle!"
Zhou Qingyang's whole person has evaporated like the world. Even if the police force is used, it is only found that he may have left the country.
Fu Yichen became more and more curious about what Qingyang looked like this week.
He opened the file bag, poured it, and two synthetic photos fell out of it.
"One is the front, the other is the side."
Song Ze said, Fu Yichen nodded slightly, picked up the photo, almost at a glance, his eyes touched the person in the photo, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Then, his fingers contracted and the photos he pinched wrinkled. He looked at the second one quickly, and the green veins on his forehead swelled.
"Little... Young master?"
Song Zhe only felt that Fu Yichen's expression was particularly wrong, and the whole person seemed to be filled with a gloomy and cold anger. He said with some worry.
Fu Yichen did not answer, but still stared at the two portraits, with a scarlet hatred in his eyes.
"What's going on?"
Song Zhe looked at his brother, worried and frowned.
Song Ze also looked at a loss. He didn't know.
He just got the photo and rushed over. He didn't open it and looked at it privately.
At this time, Fu Yichen suddenly raised his head and stared at Song Ze. His voice was hoarse, "are you sure there was no mistake?"
His tone was unspeakably tight. Song Ze was inexplicably nervous and licked his lips. "It should be right, because... Because it was synthesized by four parents. After the portrait came out, all four parents confirmed it, all of them..."
Song Ze's words made Fu Yichen's eyes more and more sharp and terrible. Song Ze's voice was slightly broken. Then he hardened his head and said, "they all say that this synthetic photo is at least 90% similar to... Zhou Qingyang."
When song Ze finished, Fu Yichen suddenly shouted, "get out! Get out!"
Brother Song Zhe trembled with fear. He didn't dare to stay any longer and hurriedly withdrew.
However, Fu Yichen's repressed roar sounded in the president's office, just like a wounded trapped animal, and the pain could not be relieved.
At this time, Su Mi also took a bus to the downstairs of Diye. Her heart was full of questions and anxiety. Before Sun Bin opened the door for her, she quickly opened the door and rushed into Diye's building.
The receptionist was specially explained by Song Zhe. As soon as Su Mi said she wanted to see Fu Yichen, the receptionist stopped, "the president is having a particularly important meeting. Can Miss Su sit there and wait?"
Su MI can't wait for a moment. She wants to see Fu Yichen immediately and listen to him tell herself that Fu Xinyi is talking nonsense.
None of that is true!
"He's in a meeting. I can wait for him in his office."
"Miss Su, the president is really busy. Wait a minute. I'll call song tezhu later..."
Su Mi couldn't listen to the receptionist's words at all. She interrupted the receptionist, "OK, you don't take me up. I know the way myself. I'll go up myself!"