Chapter 431

Unexpectedly, the news of sharpening the knife came quickly: [have you ever felt that this person is not indispensable, but when she suddenly disappears from you, you feel that she must be?]

Joanne paused on the fingertip of the keyboard, took two drinks from the nearby coffee cup, and replied: [No.]

Sharpen your knife: [have you never felt like this or have you never had this person's existence?]

Joanne: [none]

Sharpen your knife: [are you really a woman? Aren't women all sentimental types?]

Joanne twirled her finger gently and didn't answer the question: [since it's indispensable and necessary for her, just find it back. What's the use of telling me?]

Whet the knife: [if I can find it back, I don't have to tell you.]

Joanne subconsciously replied, "dead?"

Waiting for two words to knock, she raised her hand and patted her forehead. Fool, there is such a curse on herself!

Sharpen your knife: [it's easy to get beaten when you talk like this.]

Joan smiled suddenly. It seemed that she had never seen Huo Chengzhou in the past three months.

He didn't know how many characters and emotions he had hidden in front of her.

So that she looked at him like a cloud forever.

Joanne thought for a moment and said, "as long as it's not life and death, you can find her back, can't you?"

Huo Chengzhou, who was in the president's office of Dingcheng technology, suddenly paused, and his fingertips on the keyboard groped for the buttons of the mechanical keyboard.

It took a moment to return: [it's not life and death, but there are family grievances.]

He didn't know why. Maybe he just needed to vent his long-standing emotions, so he somehow trusted the Big Joe he had never met.

Or netizens.

Joan looked at the news sent by the man, shrugged slightly, thought, and quickly swam her fingers on the keyboard: [the kind of revenge for killing her father?]

Sharpen your knife: [it's not that serious.]

Joanne propped up her chin and thought for a moment: [after all, you don't have deep feelings for her. Don't make these indifferent excuses.]

This time, the news of sharpening the knife came after a while. It was only in three simple words: [maybe.]

Huo Chengzhou himself didn't know. In short, after the divorce, he always felt empty in his heart. He urgently wanted to see her and contact her, but reason told him not to.

He himself found it strange that a big man lived so indecisive.

Joanne looked at the three words on the screen, pouted slightly and went straight off the line.

Huo Chengzhou was still typing back the news and found that the head of Big Joe across the street was gray.

He deleted the typed words one by one, sighed and leaned back in his chair.

So the sentence completely disappeared on the screen: [I don't know how much love is deep, I only know that she may be my first...]

At this moment, the door of the president's office was pushed open, and Xing Kai came in with a smile: "boss, the soundtrack group sent a message and found a particularly suitable soundtrack style, piano music, for you to listen to?"

Speaking of piano music, Huo Chengzhou inevitably thought of Joan. He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. He motioned, "come on."

Xing Kai took out his mobile phone, found the audio file, played it, and the smooth, high pitched and beautiful piano music began to flow in the office. Huo Chengzhou listened very well, and all kinds of scenes of [Shangcheng] game really appeared in his mind

At the end of a song, he clapped: "just this pianist, give him all the music... By the way, what's the name of the pianist?"