"How can zero..." Jiang Chunhua thought of Lu Xiaolai and understood something in a trance.

Zhang Yu's expression was still stiff: "how could the president know that Xiaolai Xuemei came to work in your company today?"

Jiang Chun frowned: "I said, what's the problem?"

"President he..." Zhang Yu bit his lips, some of them couldn't say the words in his heart.

"What do you want to ask?"

"I just want to ask the president what he wants to do when he returns home at this time..."

"We can't control what the president wants to do. You really don't understand you!" Jiang Chun's words are a little more agitated.

---------The following is repeated. Change tomorrow! Lie flat and fight--------

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At this time, on the other road, Zhang Yu took a taxi and was frantically coming here.

When Zhang Yu arrived at the park of Jiangshi company, Gu canzhao had already lost the car in the position in the photo. That car, Chang Yu remembers, is Yan Xiao's. When Yan Xiao got the car, he and Lao Yan accompanied him to test it.

Zhang Yu worried that Jiang Chunhua was not upstairs. He rushed into the elevator and went to the sixth floor.

The elevator goes up at the normal speed, but Zhang Yu feels that the speed of the elevator is very slow. He anxiously keeps pace in the narrow space of the elevator.

Zhang Yu rushed to the sixth floor of the office building and rushed to Jiang Chunhua's seat.

Lunch break is almost over. Several colleagues have woken up and went to the rest room to wake up. Colleagues were surprised to see Changyu running through the corridor, all of which were foggy.

Jiang Chunhua has woken up and is sorting out the documents on his desk.

Lu Xiaolai rubbed her eyes and sat up. She felt a cool wind passing behind her. When she looked back, Zhang Yu had already walked around her desk opposite Jiang Chun's painting.

Jiang Chun's painting looks at the fiery Zhang Yu.

Lu Xiaolai turned around and saw Zhang Yu on the other side, looking at him in a dazed way: "senior?"

Zhang Yu said hello to Lu Xiaolai and grasped Jiang Chunhua's hand: "Chunhua, come out with me. I have something to ask you."

"What are you doing! I have to work... "

Zhang Yu picks up Jiang Chun's painting and pulls her straight to the elevator.

Jiang Chun's painting is firmly grasped, and he follows Zhang Yu out in disorder.

All the colleagues around looked at them. Jiang Chunhua frowned and threw away Zhang Yu's hand: "I'm working. What are you doing here?"

Zhang Yu looks around, pulls the corner of Jiang Chun's painting and stares at him with a stiff face.

"What do you think of me for?" Jiang Chun's eyebrows are more wrinkled.

"Spring painting, I ask you, will it grow back?"

"How do you know?" Jiang Chun's painting was as dull as a wooden chicken. She immediately thought of Lu Xiaolai, but she immediately rejected the idea.

"I haven't heard of him coming back to China. Has he come to you?"

Jiang Chun's painting doesn't open his eyes a little bit.

"Why does he want to find you..." Chang Yu's expression is very uneasy.

"He didn't come to me, he came to Xiaolai."

"Looking for Xuemei?" Changyu doesn't seem to believe it.

"I don't know why he's looking for Xuemei, but he's gone. I knew you would make a fuss, so please don't tell you. I don't know how you know... "

Zhang Yu found out the photo from his mobile phone and handed it to Jiang Chunhua: "zero sent it to me. This is the president's car and license plate number. I can recognize it."