Chapter 291

The car stopped, Yi Qiao opened the door and got off, "Mom, I went up. Be careful on the way."

"Good."

……

Yi Qiao went upstairs. As soon as she got out of the elevator on the floor of the design department, Wang Yue met her, "Miss Shen."

She was wearing the same suit as yesterday. Her hair was a little messy, her face makeup was almost gone, and her eyes were red and gaunt.

Yi Qiao is thinking about Uncle Lu's operation expenses, and the attitude of alcohol min towards her. She thinks she will be scolded, and then asks her to divorce Mo Beiting, but she doesn't. From seeing the doctor to taking the medicine, she didn't say a word, and asked her to take good care of her body.

But that's what makes her uneasy.

So, Wang Yue suddenly came up and scared her, who was absorbed in thinking.

Yi Qiao didn't show it on her face. She blinked her eyes and said, "Why are you here?"

"I'll wait here for Miss Shen."

"What's the matter?" Yi Qiao props his head with his hand and presses his temple with or without it.

Look at her. She must have been waiting here all night.

"Miss Shen, I really didn't take back the deduction. Can you let me continue to work in the company? I really like this job and really want to do it well." The more Wang Yue said, the more excited she was. Her voice choked. A complete passage was interrupted by her.

"You didn't sleep all night?"

Wang Yue embarrassed bow, "sleep, in the downstairs parking lot."

She originally wanted to stay in the design department for one night. There was a sofa bed for temporary rest in the tea room, but the security patrol at night drove her out.

Parking lot?

Needless to say, Yi Qiao can also guess the general situation. It's a miracle that she can fall asleep on this cold day!

"I happen to be short of an assistant."

The assistant of a designer is usually assigned by the company and can be chosen by herself. Recently, the company hasn't recruited new people and has just signed the list of Tianzheng. The whole design department is very busy, and the manager hasn't arranged an assistant for her yet.

Wang Yue bowed and said, "yes, yes, I won't let Miss Shen down. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me in a hurry. Things are not certain. I can only try my best."

Let Wang Yue as her assistant thing is particularly smooth, she told the manager, the manager agreed.

The manager is too lazy to blow Mrs. Modong's face in such a matter of sesame size!

Wang Yue moved things back to the design department in full view of the public.

As soon as the manager asked Wang Yue to come back, Mo Beiting called, "back to the company?"

His voice mixed with the wind, very low and cold, with a hoarse voice of unknown meaning, and his aura was impressive.

"Well," Yi Joe put down the mouse and frowned, "where are you? Why is it so windy? "

His mood doesn't sound right, at least not the same as when he left in the morning.

"Rooftop."

"Rooftop?"

Didn't he go to Ji Yunan?

"Where's the roof?"

"Is the meeting over?"

Yi Qiao is silent for a moment, low extrudes a word from the deep throat: "en."

He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down, but he still couldn't control his tone and said coldly, "you work, hang up."

With that, Mo Beiting hung up without waiting for her to return.

The top floor of AC.

Mo Beiting holds his mobile phone with a cigarette in his hand, and his dark eyes stare at the screen, as if to turn over the woman in the picture through the mobile phone screen.

Shen Yiqiao and he said to go back to the company for a meeting, but went to Lu Yan's father's ward.

He had no impression of the old man in the hospital bed, but he had an impression of Bai Jufang, who was sitting on one side cutting apples. At that time, she was in the ward of Bai Mo, protecting Shen Yiqiao and not letting the police take her away.

Mo Beiting took a cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the concrete floor, raised his foot and ground it out.

The photo is very clear, the angle is very good, even Shen Yiqiao's expression changes are clear.

He couldn't find out from her expression what she had said to Lu Yan's father, but Shen Yiqiao in the photo changed his sharp, prickly smile in front of him.

Such Shen Yiqiao is rare.

But let the veins on his forehead are faintly beating!

Mo Beiting entered the elevator and pressed the button on the first floor.

God knows, he now has how big impulse to go to the design department Shen Yiqiao twist out.

Lu Yan... Lu Yan

He can't remember when and how he felt when he heard the name for the first time, but now he is almost choked by the name.

This is Shen Yiqiao's past. He can't participate in it, he can't erase it, and he can't take it as if it didn't happen. But it doesn't mean that he can accept it calmly. In particular, the name has been lingering in her heart like a shadow.