Mysterious lover: See you tonight, President

She took all her own things, his things, she did not touch.

Those luxury cosmetics, those expensive jewelry, just like the exhibition in the mall, lie intact in their own box, including the wedding ring that she never wanted to take off.

She had long wanted to leave, otherwise she would not have gone so simply, so clearly knew what she wanted to take away.

Sitting beside the bed, Han Zhaoxue takes out the pair of jade bracelets from the bedside table, fumbles gently and thinks to himself, your master is gone, do you still have the meaning of existence?

But after all, he was not willing to throw away the jade bracelet. It was the most meaningful gift for Bai Su in his life, even if she didn't care at all.

He carefully put the jade bracelet away again and quietly put it in the box. After a long time, he sorted out his mood and took out a suit from the cupboard.

When Yang Zhen saw Han Zhaoxue, she was stunned for a few seconds.

Only one night did not see, Han Zhaoxue suddenly haggard a lot.

His facial features have not changed, nothing has changed, but it makes people feel decadent and haggard, accompanied by more cold temperament.

At ordinary times, the female employees who occasionally dare to peek at him, wipe their shoulders with him, just like a stretched rubber band, dare not lift their waist, let alone watch.

Han Zhaoxue, who is usually serious but has always been affectionate, scolded a department manager this time.

Everyone can see that Han Zhaoxue is in a bad mood and dare not speak for each other. After all, the Department Manager is also an old employee. In front of so many people, he is scolded like this, and his eyes are red.

Finally, it was Yang Zhen who changed the topic.

After the recollection, everyone's nerves are highly tense, for fear of making mistakes and making the boss angry.

After more than an hour's meeting, everyone quickly left the battlefield filled with smoke, and no one was willing to leave Han Zhaoxue as a live target.

Han Zhaoxue did not leave the meeting room in a hurry.

After more than an hour's meeting, he had a bad headache, and the back of his head seemed to crack open, and he had a lot of pain.

If the meeting doesn't end, he can really scold the people in the meeting.

In the past, he was most annoyed with the kind of people who brought personal emotions to work, but now, he has become the kind of people he dislikes most.

Where on earth did he get his self-confidence before and feel that he could not be influenced by his feelings at all?

If a person can really do that, it only means that he has never loved.

A slight noise came from the door. Han Zhaoxue rubbed her temple and raised her eyelids slightly.

Yang Zhen came here with a cup of tea. He leaned over and put the cup of hot water in front of him. He said in a low voice, "Mr. Han, do you have any medicine with you?"

Han Zhaoxue shook her head, took a cup and sipped the tea. The dryness in her throat eased slightly. Then she asked in a low voice, "why don't you follow them?"

Yang Zhen smiles, "I'm your assistant. Who will take care of you when I leave?"

"Don't flatter me."

Han Zhaoxue says, it is a burst of violent cough.

Yang Zhen stopped smiling and frowned, "Zhaoxue, you'd better go to the hospital. It's not good to have a cold for a long time."

"It's OK," Han Zhaoxue waved her hand. "You said that I had been busy for so many years, and I thought I had handled everything very well. In the end, my friends broke up, and my younger brother didn't kiss me. Now, even Bai su..."