Chapter 1115

With that, Leng Shaoheng turns to leave, leaving the two people standing in the same place.

Leng Yu's face was as grey as dust: "what? What do you do at a charity party? "

Both Leng Shaoyun and Charlotte were in a cold sweat.

Leng Yuwen continued: "you two, today, or even the next week, don't want to go out for me! If you don't give me any explanation about this, you don't want to go out in the future! Cough... "

Leng Yuwen coughed a few times.

Leng Shaoyun and Charlotte hurry to help them, but Leng Yuwen knocks their hands: "get out, don't give me hypocrisy, get out and think about what mistakes you have made!"

Two people also dare not make a public statement, dare not refute even more, just obediently obedient entered the room.

Leng Shaoheng looked at the time and found that it was half the time.

It's far away from the place of charity party to Leng house and to Xia Fuqing's home.

"Uncle Qin, go straight to the peak." Leng Shaoheng sits behind the car and looks out the window at the blue gray sky. It's almost dark.

"Yes." The housekeeper doesn't ask much, and takes Leng Shaoheng to the peak.

Since the auction, Mrs. Qing has entered the view of Jiang Fengming.

Relying on his obsession with Shen Qingqing, Leng Shaoheng feels that Mrs. Qing is very much like Shen Qingqing, so he tracks her down.

And Jiang Fengming is relying on sensitive insight, from the beginning of the auction, he found this Qing lady, different.

She has the same sensitivity to cultural relics as Shen Qingqing. Shen Qingqing was a secretary under him. At that time, she showed some extraordinary talent for ancient cultural relics. Now the lady of Qing Dynasty has such amazing talent.

It had to make him suspicious.

"I'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go." Jiang Fengming is sitting on a leather chair with his hands on his head. In the past three years, he seems to be much older than before, especially his hair has dried up and kept falling.

The secretary sent by Jiang Fengming said when he came back: "Mr. Jiang, the information of Mrs. Qing is blank."

As surprised as Leng Shaoheng.

But in the surprise of the river breeze, with fear.

An intuition told him that Mrs. Qing was Shen Qingqing. He once worked with Shen Qingqing for half a year. He spent more time in contact with her than Leng Shaoheng. Her voice, appearance and appearance were firmly engraved on his heart. Especially after she left, the memory became more and more intense, and even Leng Shaoheng didn't need to be half a cent.

Now he is going to the charity party to meet the mysterious lady Qing.

This black car, because of the previous thing, was injured and had to be painted again.

Now it's silver.

The silver car entered slowly from the gate. Go to the charity party.

The place of the charity party is more hidden, in order to avoid being disturbed by others. But it also increases the difficulty of Jiang Fengming's search. The underground square extends in all directions, like an underground palace of ants.

By the time Jiang Fengming arrived, the project of the party had already started half way.

Jiang Fengming's car enters the garage. Jiang Fengming arrives at the door of the charity party and meets Fu Qing who just wants to leave.

As soon as Fu Qing saw Jiang Fengming, he let out a smile: "Yo, President Jiang, you're really early."

It was like a task that had to be said. After that, Fu Qing turned his lips and thought to himself, "the river breeze is really haunting. We went here to attend a charity party, and Jiang Fengming found it here. "

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