"Chi Shao, this is the minutes of today's meeting, the secretary department has sorted it out......" The secretary chased out of the conference room, followed Yan Chengchi quickly, and reported respectfully.

Yan Chengchi paused, glanced back at the document in the secretary's hand, took the pen, and signed the document with Long Feifeng.

"Send it to my office first, I'll take a look at it slowly."

His majestic body stopped in front of the elevator and reached out to press the elevator.

The secretary looked at the elevator door that was slowly closing, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he looked at Yan Chengchi, who was in a hurry to leave without even looking at the meeting minutes for the first time.

The president is in such a hurry to see a child, could it be that he is really an illegitimate child?

"Ding—"

The elevator doors open.

Yan Chengchi's body walked out of the elevator quickly, and walked towards the front desk in the lobby.

He had just finished the meeting, and he still wore the rigor of the meeting, and the black suit outlined his long figure as perfect as a sculpture, but it was also cold.

As soon as he approached the front desk, the reception secretary at the front desk immediately stood up nervously.

"Hello President."

"What about the kid?" Yan Chengchi's deep dark eyes glanced around, but he didn't see Hanhan, he furrowed his eyebrows, and his gaze fell on the secretary.

"The president means Hanhan?" It was the first time for the front desk secretary to have such a close contact with the high-ranking president, and he was a little dazed for a while.

Glimpse Yan Chengchi furrowed his eyebrows, and hurriedly replied, "He left, just answered a phone call, and said that he was going home, and he just left." ”

"Just left ......" Yan Chengchi was stunned, and his tall body immediately turned around, towards the gate, and quickly chased after him.

Since the little one has been waiting for so long, how can he leave in the last half hour?

Could it be something wrong?

Yan Chengchi's eyes dimmed, and his steps became faster.

Walking out of the skyscraper of the Yan Group, his sharp eyes quickly swept the streets on both sides.

There were many pedestrians on the road, but there was not a single child in sight.

Yan Chengchi took out his mobile phone and was about to call Xia Changyue, remembering that since the child secretly came to him without his mother, he probably didn't want her to know.

After only a second of hesitation, he hung up.

When I opened WeChat, I saw an unread message on it.

It was given to him by the little guy three minutes ago, and there was only one expression waving goodbye.

He said that he would wait for him to get off work, but he only waited for half an hour before he left work.

He actually felt a pity.

Yan Chengchi put the phone back in his pocket, looked up at the crowd, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a self-deprecating smile.

What's he doing?

For An Chenxu's son, he chased him to the street like crazy.

As a result, a three-year-old stinky boy released the pigeon, and he actually felt lost.

Yan Chengchi's hand on his side clenched into a fist, his face was covered with a layer of haze, and he walked back to the lobby step by step.

As soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of the secretary at the front desk walking towards him with a notebook.

"President, this is the painting book that Hanhan just dropped, what should I do?"

"......" Yan Chengchi was stunned, then reached out and took it, opened it and glanced at it, and his pupils shrank slightly.

He closed the picture book and opened his thin lips slightly, "Put it here for me first, and I will give it to him." ”

The indifferent figure stepped into the elevator.

I went all the way to the president's office, sat down at the desk, and then reached out and reopened the drawing book.

The first painting that catches my eye is like a pair of gentle little hands that inadvertently touch the depths of his powerful heart.