Chapter 363

Just when she didn't know what to do, the lights on the side of the road flashed and Bentley, who had just driven away for a few minutes, came back.

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Han Xiaoye had fallen to the bottom of his heart, but now he felt better.

The driver held out his head and said respectfully to her, "Miss Han, please get on the bus."

The president was so angry that he left his wife at the intersection and asked him to drive. He thought they were going to quarrel tonight.

As a result, he drove into the yard, and the president asked him to come back to pick up people.

When did the driver see the president who said nothing like this? My heart is still shaking. Looking at Han Xiaoye's eyes, he was more cautious than usual. man But in the heart of the president, the weight is much heavier than the name of the president's wife.

The driver looked at his own president, who said nothing and ignored others, and said, "Miss Han, it's cold at night. Get on the bus quickly."

Han Xiaoye takes a look at the man's cold side face. Seeing that he doesn't take a look at himself, his heart is blocked. Originally, I wanted to be hypocritical, but I recalled Fu Zhiyan's character and resisted the hypocritical impulse. Fu Zhiyan's bad temper is unprecedented for her to bring back. If she doesn't get on the bus again, she may not be waiting for him to trick others, but for the car butt that has gone away.

Even so, he still couldn't hold back, "didn't you go? Why are you back? "

It's about you. Actually, everyone can hear who she's talking about.

man Miss, get on the bus quickly. The season changes these two days. It's easy to get sick. It's not good to catch a cold. "

The driver gave the steps, and Han Xiaoye came down the steps, "forget it."

She opened the door and sat on it.

It's only 600 meters. It's less than two minutes' drive. Fu Zhiyan doesn't speak, and Han Xiaoye certainly doesn't speak.

It's suffocating and quiet in the car.

The driver always felt that the air was suffocating. Finally, he stopped the car and helped them open the door.

Han Xiaoye gets off the car first, and doesn't wait for the people behind him to lead the villas.

The driver, who had seen Fu Zhiyan shaking his face, was stunned and felt the president's eyes sweeping over. He immediately lowered his head.

"Mr. Fu, I'll drive into the garage first."

"Yes."

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"OK, OK."

The driver got in and backed Bentley into the garage.

Fu Zhiyan opened the door of the villa.

I thought the hooligan had gone back to his room, but as soon as I changed my slippers, I saw the little woman in apron come out of the kitchen, open the refrigerator, take out tomatoes and eggs, and put them in the washing basket. He closed the refrigerator again, ignored his existence and went straight back to the kitchen.

Fu Zhiyan has not been so ignored by her, and a touch of discomfort flashed in his heart. Eyebrows can't help frowning, the original pain of the temple seems to be more painful. He stepped into the door with his slippers, opened the refrigerator door, took out a glass of lemonade from it, poured it and went upstairs with it.

Han Xiaoye has been secretly watching him, see him pour a glass of water directly upstairs. The bottom of my heart was blocked, and I didn't feel like making noodles. She looked down at the tomatoes and eggs she had made in the refrigerator in the living room, and then at the tomatoes in the fruit and vegetable preservation room in the kitchen. She suddenly felt like a fool.

She also expected him to take the initiative to speak to her, and sure enough

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Han Xiaoye inhaled and exhaled calmly for a while, and decided to throw away the little sour in Kaixin and fill his stomach first.

She washed the tomatoes, beat an egg, and began to make the tomato egg noodles that Fu Xiaomao had made before.

Villa is very big, on the second floor, downstairs sound is basically isolated in the outside. Fu Zhiyan put the water cup on the desk. I turned over the unprocessed documents and kneaded my stomach. Take out the medicine bottle from the drawer, pour out a stomach medicine and drink it with lemonade.

The cold water irritated the protesting stomach even more. He frowned and sat at his desk for a rest. When his stomach got a little better, he took out his cell phone and called Andy.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening.

The phone beeped a dozen times before it was picked up. Andy's voice was still a little wheezing. "Sorry, Mr. Fu, something happened just now. I'm late."

Next to the bed, the woman with only her underpants was flushed, and her long legs were around his waist, eh.

Andy, half of the ice water, half of the flame, is about to be tossed crazy. But it's not good enough for Fu Zhiyan to hear it. He covers the receiver of his mobile phone with his hand urgently, "Mr. Fu?"

No matter how fast he covered it, Fu Zhiyan heard it. Qu Zhi knocked off his desk and made a long story short, "Andy, let the people below check if Han Chengming and Ji Shuya were connected three years ago."

Andy thinks that boss's sentence of "do things calmly" is probably his own understanding of the meaning. Embarrassed, he stretched out his hand to hold the uncomfortable person. Try to run your brain, "Han Chengming?" If he remembers correctly, this name seems to be Miss Han's father. What does he do?

"By the way, try to find out if you can check the accounts of Han three years ago. If not, start with the people around him. Find out if someone around him contacted Ji Shuya three years ago. "

"Mr. Fu, do you suspect that he has something to do with the kidnapping of Miss Han three years ago?"

Fu Zhiyan took out the recorder in his pocket. His eyes were cold to the extreme, and his thin lips were sharp. "It's not doubt, it's affirmation."

He had heard some of the things Yan Xu gave him, which could not be forged.

"Check. I want the exact evidence in writing. Do you understand?"

"I see."

Fu Zhiyan hung up.

He rubbed his finger against the recorder and frowned more tightly. After a moment of silence, he called the director of taxation.

"Wang Ju? I'm Fu Zhiyan. I have something to trouble you. Are you free at noon tomorrow? Yes, I'll see you at noon tomorrow. " The company's accounts are most direct from the tax bureau. It's just this human relationship. I'm afraid we'll have to trouble Fu Xiao to return it.

After hanging up, he rubbed his temples.

Just then, the door rang.

"Come in."

The little woman in the apron came in with a bowl of hot noodles.