After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

After asking what she wanted to ask, Lu Yao frowned slightly and stared at the woman in front of her, "do you need me to take you home?"

"No, don't think I'll appreciate you for helping me once." Zheng Yun's smile is pale, but his voice is very cold.

"Whatever you want." She took back her eyes, followed her footsteps and moved in the direction of the elevator door behind her. The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor tiles echoed in the corridor, and her tone was particularly cold. "I hope you can answer the phone in time next time to avoid bothering me like today."

Having said that, she went to the elevator door. After waiting for a while, she took the elevator to the first floor. She slightly collected her eyes, recovered her capable aura, and listened to the sound of "Ding -".

As the elevator door slowly opened, Lu Yao raised her feet and came out. Unexpectedly, she looked up at the old man who was slowly pushed from the wheelchair not far away.

She once met Qi's mother. When she was in Qi's family, compared with her current appearance, this gap makes people sigh.

Qi's mother was powerless to lean on the wheelchair, and her eyes were lax. The whole person was very decadent and could not see any vitality. However, after she noticed the sight of the woman not far away, she slowly looked up, and her eyes suddenly became fierce and irritable.

"Lu Yao!" A few meters away, she recognized someone and roared with her arms beating the wheelchair.

Lu Yao paused slightly, turned her body completely to Qi's mother, looked calm and indifferent, and waited for the wheelchair to slowly approach her.

The little nurse pushing the wheelchair behind her seemed to hesitate, slowed down her movement a little, lowered her head and asked tentatively, "why don't I push you around again?"

The old man didn't seem to hear it. Before she could go on, she stood up with her wheelchair. Her footsteps were heavy and slow. Lu Yaojing waited for a while before she came to her.

Qi's mother's body is slightly hooked. She has been out of strength for a short time. Her breathing fluctuates up and down. Her eyes are staring at Lu Yao, as if she wants to see through her.

"You killed my family yunyun!" She calmed down for a while and suddenly raised her arm and waved it.

Although she exerted all her strength, it still seemed to be beyond her capacity in Lu Yao's eyes. She slightly hooked the corner of her lip and intercepted the arm halfway, almost effortlessly.

She looked at Qi's mother with drooping eyes, deepened the smile at the corners of her mouth and joked: "your daughter wanted to fight with me before she died."

Then she slowly increased her strength in her hand. Seeing that Qi's mother couldn't stand the pain on her wrist, the green tendons on her forehead burst slowly. Only then did she shake her hand and let the person go.

Qi's mother was shaky and was held by the nurse behind her. Lu Yao looked at her calmly, "think carefully. It was you who killed Qi Yun."

"What are you talking about?" Qi's mother trembled at the bottom of her eyes, and her breathing became heavier because of her extreme anger.

Lu Yao felt a wet towel from her bag and wiped her hands. With a little disgusting expression, "Qi Yun's selfish and vicious temperament is all because of your tireless education. Some of the dirty things she did were your inspiration and some were your acquiescence. You think the way she dealt with her rival when she was young can be used for life?"

Speaking of this, Lu Yao sneered and mocked, "you've played with your heart for most of your life. In the end, this is the end. Now you still want to pass on your guilt to me?"

She walked slowly forward, and her body leaned forward, forcing Qi's body to retreat back bit by bit, and her eyes trembled with panic and uneasiness.

Lu Yao looked serious and reminded him word by word: "Qi Yun was killed by you."

After saying that, the mobile phone in the bag rang in time. Lu Yao avoided opening her body, followed the phone and walked away.

"OK, tell Mr. Ji that I'll be there in 15 minutes." Lu Yao got on the bus, hung up the phone and slowly started the engine.

About 15 minutes later, she arrived at Ji's general office. Lu Yao knocked on the door and went in. Before she approached the desk, she heard him say, "you fly to Kyoto tomorrow."

"OK."

Lu Yao stood still and took the lead in agreeing without asking any reason. Then his steps gradually approached. President Ji raised his head from a pile of documents and nodded to her in slight surprise, "sit first."

Lu Yao sat down and saw president Ji change his idle posture, hold his hands on the table and slowly explain, "the listening meeting for the economic strategic transformation of the southeast region will be held in the Great Hall of Kyoto the day after tomorrow. There are two places in Yingxin headquarters, one of which is given to Nancheng. I want you to replace Zheng Yun."

"Replace?" Lu Yao faintly heard something wrong, "instead means..."

"The number of participants is reported in advance. Now it's too late to make changes, but you don't have to worry. As long as you don't stay in the hotel they cooperate with, there's no problem." Then he turned out a hanging tag from the drawer, "just take it in at that time."

Lu Yao reached for it and looked at the name on the tag. She always felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell why.

Looking up at Ji Zong's look, he looked calm and relaxed.

"All right." Lu Yao clenched her teeth and promised, "but I want to take song Bo and let him experience."

"Yes, it's up to you." President Ji raised his hand slightly, "then you'd better get busy first. This is a good learning opportunity. You're ready to make a special speech after you come back."

Lu Yao smiled falsely, nodded and pushed away the chair under her.

"No problem, Mr. Ji, I'll go back and prepare first."

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The next day, Kyoto.

Lu Yao landed the plane and took a taxi directly to the hotel booked in advance.

Along the way, song Bo was particularly nervous and excited. The narrow single eyelid turned left and right, "director, can I also enter the venue?"

Lu Yao glanced her head out of the window. At this time, she was not interested. She just faintly "Hmm", and suddenly remembered something and asked: "just send it again in the circle of friends. I'll black you next time I brush the screen."

"Oh." The man tightened his suit tie. "I see."

After that, there was no response in the carriage. Only the old driver hummed an old song from the 1970s intermittently, which made people feel a sense of loss.

Just as the car body galloped past, Lu Yao lifted her eyes and just saw a familiar building. She immediately involved a few painful memories buried in the bottom of her heart, and her eyes darkened.

He sighed slightly and imperceptibly, then slowly closed his eyes and forced himself to tidy up his mind.

Unexpectedly, she went to sleep like this. Vaguely, she felt that someone patted her on the shoulder. Lu Yao slowly opened her eyes and was facing the big face of song Bo pestle. She was scared.

"Director, here we are." Seeing that Lu Yao opened her eyes, song Bo hurried to the trunk and dragged a small suitcase out of the car.

Lu Yao didn't sleep very well these days. On the contrary, she was the most stable for more than ten minutes when she just fell asleep in the car. She opened her eyes and recognized that the car had stopped at the door of the hotel, so she quickly raised her feet and got out of the car.

At this time, as soon as song Bo dragged down the suitcase, he heard a woman's short, stuffy hum in his ear. He hurriedly turned his head and looked. He saw Lu Yao squatting on the ground, covering her ankles, and her long hair falling to her side, covering her face.

"Director!" He threw away his luggage and hurried to check the situation. He saw Lu Yao slowly stand up after taking a breath.

A hanging heart stuffed back into his heart. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked down to see that Lu Yao's left ankle was slightly red and his bare pink heel had been killed behind him.

She took a breath of air conditioning and pointed to the position of the suitcase. "There's a pair of shoes in it. Give it to me."

"Oh, good." Song Bo flustered to go through the suitcase, found a pair of silver high heels from inside, couldn't help but say, so he ran back to Lu Yao and squatted down to change her shoes.

Lu Yao was surprised that the man had held the soles of her feet.

"Song, song Bo, I'll do it myself." As soon as she struggled, her body almost couldn't stand stably. When she was shaking, her arm subconsciously stretched out and caught an inexplicably warm object in the air.

It's a man's big palm.