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Lan Xinyue didn't see Leng Mubai. She sat in the car and chatted with Mill freely. The taxi also went around Soho's Bar to Mill's favorite jazz bar.

The neon lights outside the bar flickered, and a faint melodious tune could be heard from inside. When Lan Xinyue got off the car, Mill hugged him again and walked in while talking and laughing.

As soon as he entered, under the dim light, the aroma of wine immediately assailed his nostrils. The music was moving, the heads were moving, jazz was playing on the stage, and Mill wanted to watch the performance. As usual, he chose to sit at the bar.

"Why are you drinking while I drink?" Looking at the transparent liquid in front of her, Lan Xinyue's beautiful eyes were filled with confusion.

"Actually, drinking and drinking don't really matter. There is a saying that we can still sit together and drink together, and we can even sit together and share the stories in our hearts. Letting you stay in the Leng Group was the chairman's decision, but leaving the Asia-Pacific Group was your choice. Since you had made your choice, you should treat it seriously and protect yourself. "Sophia, don't let yourself get poisoned. People around you are more vigilant. People are complicated, and there is always something you can't understand."

Lan Xinyue was flabbergasted, "So you know about it as well, and you flew over to see me?"

"That's right, we are comrades-in-arms, and also friends. How could I not be interested in such a big matter happening to you? So, drink some water. Wait for the poison to be exhausted before drinking with me." Mill took a sip of his wine and pressed down on the picture of her being poisoned and critically ill.

"Zhang Huina told you?" Mill was in the United States, so even if he was concerned about her, he wouldn't be able to keep an eye on the Leng Group's website every day. Therefore, Lan Xinyue couldn't think of a second person other than Secretary Zhang Huina from the Asia Pacific Group branch who could pass on this information to Mill.

"Yes, that's what she said. She saw it on the internet. She wanted to see you, too, but she couldn't afford to wait until after Christmas. Sophia, you certainly don't know yet. After your transfer to the Leng Group, Zhang Huina received a transfer order from the Chinese branch to the US headquarters. She is now my secretary. " In fact, the moment he got off the plane, he went to the hospital. Upon hearing that she was discharged, he immediately went to her residence to give her a complete surprise. He had been waiting outside for a very long time …

Of course, Lan Xinyue did not know, nor did she think about Zhang Huina's change. She said in shock, "Wow, she clearly agreed to treat me to a meal, but why hasn't there been any movement. So she has already left for the United States. "Mill, this news is too unexpected, too unexpected …"

"But she's in pain right now, and she really wants to take you back, because the chairman and I both want you from us and she can't take it anymore." Mir looked at her, the meaning clear in his eyes. He was saying, Sophia, come back!

Lan Xinyue shook her head with a smile, "After I left the Asia-Pacific Group, I paid quite a bit of compensation for breach of contract. Although the Leng Group has helped me pay the cancellation of contract, if I leave the Leng Group, Director Leng will definitely recover my money back to me. The chairman of JIM is so good with his calculations, he probably won't pay for me, and JJ really likes it here. However, I still have to thank you for coming back to see me. "Come, cheers, celebrate my survival and our reunion."

As the wine cups clashed, one side was wine while the other side was water, but the relationship between them was thicker and cleaner than the wine. After drinking a mouthful of wine, Mill then laughed with some disappointment, "Actually, I already knew that this would happen before we came here, but I just wanted to give it a try because you know me best. But Little Jie is the whole of your life, so I can understand why you would make such a choice for him. "

Not only for Little Jie, but also for her and her seniors, miaow miaow, senior, don't be angry, I'll call you right now. She put down her water cup and turned her high chair, intending to go to the bathroom to hide.

Who knew that the moment she turned the chair around, Mill grabbed her hand, moved closer to her ear, suppressed the sound of Gao Yang's voice, and said loudly, "After you were poisoned, I was always on break, but no matter what, I couldn't get a holiday. Thus, I reported to the chairman about an entertainment program for the beauty contest. "I came back this time to visit you and to investigate the market environment, so I'll be staying here for a long time."

"Wow, that's great, so we can drink together and discuss good ideas together. Only, Mr. Mill, what would Nicole do if you were here in the United States? Have you ever thought of bringing her here for a period of time? Don't forget, this is her homeland. " As Lan Xinyue whispered into his ear, her lips accidentally brushed against his face.

In the distance, two pairs of eyes that had been staring at her the entire time twisted away in pain. They too stood up and left, unwilling to spare her another glance. The love she had promised was too fake, too fake …

Lan Xinyue did not detect it, nor did she see her lover in front of her, disappearing under the dim light. That kind of grief, that kind of decadence …

"Before I came, I proposed to her so that I could take her back with me, but she refused and asked me only to greet you on her behalf. "Oh, right. Before she left, she even gave me two photos, saying that she wanted to give one to you."

"For me?" Nicole was introverted and rarely spoke, much less took the initiative to speak. Most of their conversations were answered by Lan Xinyue, and she was also very cold. When she met or happened to bump into her, she always responded indifferently and never bothered to greet her.

Therefore, Lan Xinyue was surprised and amazed by the photos that were sent out. She could not figure out why Nicole would send out the pictures.

Mill nodded heavily and took out her wallet. She took out an inch of her wallet and also a standard photo. Her oval face, almond-shaped eyes, jet-black sea with eyebrows, and her eyes were calm and calm, like a pool of stagnant water. Her left cheek was white and beautiful, but there was a long scar on her right cheek.

The scar was like a growing vine that snaked its way up from her chin, spreading branches and leaves all the way to her eyebrows, ruining her beautiful appearance.

How these scars came about was something Nicole had never mentioned before, nor did Mill know. However, Lan Xinyue was certain that these scars were not innate. Rather, they were created due to wounds later on. They were likely caused by knife wounds.

A knife wound? Was it man-made? Or did he injure himself? Lan Xinyue was unable to come to a conclusion.

However, if it was not self-mutilation, why did Nicole, as a beauty doctor, not perform a beauty operation for him? Why not let himself return to his original beauty? Why...

The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't understand it. However, Lan Xinyue didn't say anything. She only thanked Mill and kept the photos in her wallet, along with her collection.

The photo she had collected was something her mother had left behind. After she had gone to America, she had followed her mother's instructions and printed the picture three times in the newspaper. However, none of the three publications had produced any results.

So even now, she still couldn't understand why her mother would leave her this photo, much less why her mother would ask her to publish it. When her mother breathed her last, she kept talking about what would happen after that and what would happen after that …

Lan Xinyue didn't understand, so she could only put away the photo and wait for the right moment. "Mir, I'm going to the washroom. You can enjoy the show."

"Alright!" Mir wanted to say something, but let Lan Xinyue go.

Lan Xinyue pushed her way through the crowd and hurried in the direction of the restroom, but she didn't go in. Instead, she made her way to the back door, away from the crowd, away from the noise.

Using the blurry light, she impatiently dialed Leng Mubai's number. If Leng Mubai had been angry, she would have explained everything properly and lowered her voice …

Lan Xinyue dialed the number and the music came in. She waited nervously, counting the time in her head.

Leng Mubai sat outside in the car. When he saw the name displayed on the phone, he was no longer interested. He didn't want to hear her voice, nor did he want to hear her explanation.