C118 If they were to meet again, would the child even be able to soak in soy sauce?

If they were to meet again, would the child be able to soak in soy sauce?

Although the assistant had a lot of questions, he didn't dare to ask too much. He asked the driver to stop the car and carefully asked, "Then, where are we going after parking the car?"

These few years, his young master had been getting more and more confused.

"Go back and see Huan Tianzong."

"Huh?"

The assistant was confused. "Didn't you say to go to the suite to rest first and then board the plane when the time is almost up? We're almost at the airport now, why do you suddenly want to go back and see the young master? "

Huan Jing did not reply, and the assistant did not continue asking. After scratching his ears, he felt like pouring out all the bitter water in his stomach, but in the end, he made the driver turn around.

As the car sped along the road, it didn't take long for it to arrive at the final venue.

After the first round of the competition was over, the next round would be three days later.

The crowd dispersed very quickly, leaving only the cleaning staff and the volunteers who were in charge of controlling the scene.

Huan Jing told the driver to stop at the door while he got off the car.

Once he was in the competition grounds, he was about to bump into Huan Tianzong. Huan Tianzong walked with anger, and did not even look at the road, as if everyone under heaven and earth owed him one million and eight hundred thousand.

Huan Jing dodged slightly and dodged to the side.

"F * * k, what host? When the time comes, I won't be able to see you again!"

"If you meet me, look at me!"

"This is so infuriating!"

The youth's expression was all revealed on his face, he did not hide this function in his heart at all.

Huan Jing was hidden in the shadows as he watched Huan Tianzong's back figure leave the venue.

Organizer?

The host that Huan Tianzong had mentioned just now, was he the host of this year's electric competition?

His gaze swept the office door in front of him, but he did not speak.

The assistant behind him snorted and followed.

"Young Master, I'm so tired! "How could you walk so fast!"

Oh, that's not right. The young master always walks very fast, he only has long legs. He has to keep up with every step for a few steps to barely catch up.

The assistant looked towards the back, following Huan Jing's gaze.

The assistant immediately misunderstood and thought that the young master wanted to coordinate the results of the finals through the organizers. Even if it couldn't affect the fairness, arranging an extra round and a revival tournament would at least help the young lord.

The assistant immediately invited him. "How about this? Should I go and discuss it with the host?"

Huan Jing frowned slightly, as if he had suddenly changed his mind.

"No, I'm a bit tired," Roland looked away, "Let's go."

Ah?

Leaving just like that?

"Oh." The assistant followed.

After they got in the car, Huan Jing suddenly opened his mouth: "Arrange some arrangements for the organizers. Come to my office in the afternoon to see me."

The assistant nearly vomited blood!

His young master would always have this kind of confidence. Even if he wanted to walk through the back door of his master's house and didn't personally pay him a visit, he still had to rely on others to get here.

Although he said that, he did not delay at all: "Okay, I will send the email now to inform the host! The suite is almost here, Young Master, do you want to go in and take a rest? "

Huan Jing: "En, I need to sleep first. When I wake up, I want to see the host and have a chat with him."

"Alright."

The car quickly arrived at the five-star hotel, and Huan Jing rested for a while in his room. When the assistant came in, he found that the Lord Flip, who didn't care about anything, was sleeping on the Nordic sofa by the window in the morning. He was covered with a very thin blanket. Loose and soft.

He slept with long eyelashes and a white face.

The assistant originally wanted to wake him up after an hour, but in less than an hour, Huan Jing woke up.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to ask, "Are the organizers here yet?"

The assistant: "Young master, he came at once upon receiving the email and even brought a gift for you to meet up with. I said young master is asleep and he's waiting outside. He said he doesn't need to wake you up. We can talk after you wake up."

These details were enough to show that the other party had come with good faith.

Huan Jing nodded: "Alright, I'll go out now."

Huan Jing had a very large temporary office here that he rented from a hotel. The counter waiter was flabbergasted when he saw that someone was paying so much to rent a meeting room. One had to know that there were different levels of conference rooms as well.

"I can't believe he's so rich at such a young age..."

"I can't tell just from looking at the outside. His manners are all very low-key and he doesn't talk much, but he's so handsome that I thought he was some male celebrity …"

The shop lady talked again and again, all of her eyes fell on Huan Jing, all of them wishing to become the CEO's wife.

The organizer sat opposite of Huan Jing and was a little nervous. He rubbed his hands and said, "I have long heard of Mr. Huan Jing's name. As the youngest CEO on the list, I really admire you endlessly … "

The assistant held back a smile.

Listening to a foreigner speak 'chattering' in broken Chinese, this scene was not normal at all.

After he finished speaking, the organizer finally asked carefully, "May I ask, what can I do for Mr. Huan Jing?"

Huan Jing did not bother to be polite and directly stated his purpose of coming.

"I want to ask you about someone."

The organizers immediately became excited and asked, "Of course there's no problem with that! May I ask who Mr. Huan Jing wants to know? "

"Number fifty," Huan Jing paused, but was unable to think of any other details, "It's a girl."

"Oh …"

The organizers had a complicated expression on their faces.

Assistant: "Really? "Then who was the first person?"

"Another contestant." The organizer laughed, then changed the topic, "Mr. Huan Jing, please wait a moment, I will get someone to pass on the information."

The organizers moved very quickly. Not even five minutes had passed, but all the documents were sent over by fax.

"This is the person you are looking for," the host respectfully handed it over, "Before each contestant participated in the competition, we checked the authenticity of their information."

Just like that, the information was handed over to Huan Jing.

When Huan Jing picked it up, he initially wanted to take a closer look, but when he picked it up, he felt as if the name on top of it was like thunder that struck his head, making him dizzy and disoriented in an instant.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

The assistant asked when he saw Huan Jing holding the name tightly in his palm.

What the hell was going on? Making the young master so abnormal?

"Young Master?"

"Young Master?"

The assistant called out five or six times before Huan Jing seemed to have recovered from his shock.

"Oh, nothing."

He pretended to be calm, as he always did.

But only he knew that the two thin sheets of paper in his hand had messed up all his plans.

He was at a loss.

For the first time in his life, he was at a loss.

He didn't even know if he was more happy or more shocked at the moment.

Finally, after resting for a full five minutes, he spoke to the organizers.

"Thank you."

The organizer beamed. "Why would you say thank you? If Mr. Huan Jing needs to use me, it's my honor, I hope that we can have the chance to cooperate in the future, and I hope that Mr. Huan Jing can help us with our businesses … "

Huan Jing nodded and lowered his eyes.

"Of course."

After sending off the organizer, the assistant had a worried look on her face, "Young Master, what's wrong? I thought you were sick! Can you not scare me like this? I was so scared of you. "Oh my god, I feel like my soul is about to fly out of my body …"

The assistant covered her chest with a "I'm scared" expression.

Huan Jing didn't say anything, he only placed the stack of information in front of him on the table for the assistant to see.

The assistant took a look and was shocked when he saw the name. He looked like he was about to lose his soul from the exaggeration.

"Tang …" Search … Rui? Miss Tang? "

They had already searched for five years, but they had already given up. Initially, they couldn't find it, but to think that …

He actually found it at this time!

After they found it, what should they do?

For a moment, the assistant's vision went black, and she felt that the road ahead would not be so easy.

"Then Young Master, what do you plan to do?"

Huan Jing's gaze landed on the two short lines of address.

He did not know what he was thinking, but he opened his mouth and said.

"Assistant, help me change the ticket."

"Huh?"

"To the flight tomorrow morning."

Huan Jing only said that, then got up and left, and then drove off by himself.

He left the assistant frowning on the spot. Needless to say, he was still going to clean up this mess.

Huan Jing drove over to Tang Gu Rui's apartment building.

This was the address on the file she had filled out. It was in the suburbs, and by the time he arrived, it was almost evening.

The pale yellow sun of the setting sun slowly scattered down, casting a golden shadow over this simple and unadorned residential area.

Huan Jing arrived, but did not rush to go up.

For two hours he sat in the car listening to a single cycle.

The song was distant, vast, and very long. It immediately brought his thoughts back to the scene from a few years ago.

He suddenly couldn't explain why he was waiting downstairs, but he also couldn't say whether he should go and see her or not.

When he'd been looking for her for the past five years, he'd had only one thought: to know where she was.

But when he did know where she was, even when he could knock on her door in a few minutes if he wanted to get out of the car and go upstairs, he became hesitant.

What was he afraid of?

Even he himself did not know.

He sat in the car for a long time and finally took a deep breath.

"What are you doing sitting here? We've already waited for five years, how can we wait until the end of time?"

After comforting himself for a while, he opened the door and got out.

As soon as he got out of the car, a skipping child walked over from the distant afterglow. Behind him was a long shadow dragging a girl who was soaking in warmth.

However, the problem was that he was even more familiar with the figure of the child in front of him …

Wasn't that the brat that was dragged into the sky on the street?!

The little boy stretched out his soft hand and pointed at the person behind him. His chubby little face revealed a proud expression, and he urged, "Go quickly! Mom, you can do it! "