Meng Shen bent the corners of his lips, and there was a bit of self-deprecation at the corners of his mouth. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

The car gradually drove to the city center, not far from the Qiao's building.

Not long after the rainstorm fell, there was already a layer of stagnant water on the road, and everywhere I looked, it was all white, and pedestrians were holding umbrellas and shivering in the wind.

This year, it is another harsh winter.

The Qiao's Building stands brilliantly in a prime location, which has long been one of the landmarks of the capital.

Today's rain is heavy, and the whole building is submerged in the white mist, which is more cold and majestic than usual.

Meng Shen drove the car to Qiao's underground parking lot and walked towards the president's office alone.

The elevator stopped, just in time, Han Yurou came over with a stack of documents.

When she was working, she was different from usual, she changed into a black and white suit, her hair was curled, not as lively as usual, but more serious.

"Meng Te helps." Han Yurou smiled and said hello.

She has been looking good lately, with rosy cheeks and an exceptionally beautiful smile.

"Okay." Meng Shen nodded and said hello.

"That Meng Tezhu, is Master Qiao here? I haven't seen him for days, and I call him and I don't answer. Han Yurou asked cautiously, looking at Meng Shen with big bright eyes.

Meng Shen stood still and said lightly: "Master Qiao is on a business trip, and the signal is not very good. ”

"Oh, that's it."

Han Yurou felt that it was wrong, but she couldn't say what was wrong.

Meng Shen said that she was on a business trip, so she should be on a business trip.

But she hadn't seen Joss for days.

"Then when will Qiao Ye come back?"

"I can't say."

"Then, Meng Tezhu, here are a few reports from the Public Relations Department, which were supposed to be reviewed by Qiao Ye."

"Just give it to me."

"Okay."

Han Yurou handed the folder in her hand to Meng Shen.

She was relieved to leave the floor and head to her office.

Meng Shen opened the door of the president's office and threw the documents on Qiao Sinian's desk.

There seemed to be a residual smell of perfume on Han Yurou's body in the air, neither deep nor shallow, but it couldn't be dispersed.

Josnian's office was large and bright, and the papers on the desk were organized and orderly.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are covered with a shallow layer of mist, and when you look down from the tall buildings, you can see the whole city in full view, and the smoke is hazy.

Meng Shen turned on the computer and finished everything that the group should handle.

The office was spacious and quiet, and only the sound of Meng Shen tapping on the keyboard could be heard in the huge space.

At noon, Xiao Zi called him-

"Are you coming to Qiao's house for lunch? The house is so deserted, Steward Sun asked if you came to eat. ”

"I'm afraid I don't have time."

"Then forget it, I'll eat with Steward Sun, I learned a few dishes from Steward Sun today."

"What did you learn?"

"It's nothing, anyway, Steward Sun said that it was done well."

"You sent it to me? My lunch hasn't landed yet, do you recognize Qiao's Building? ”

"Delivered to you? Where's your face? Xiao Zi sneered, holding her mobile phone in one hand and curling her hair in the other, "If you love to eat, if you don't like to eat, you'll be hungry, I don't have the time to send it to you." Hung up, I'll give Chengfan a call. ”

“”

Xiao Zi showed no mercy and hung up the phone.

"Miss Xiao." Steward Sun walked over, his face was full of sorrow, "Isn't Master Qiao coming back today?" ”

"If I don't come back, I'm afraid I won't be back for a few days."

Steward Sun didn't know what was going on, she was just worried.

"Miss Xiao, is something wrong?"