Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

Her foot sprained for a while, before she could scream, she was covered with her mouth and pulled into the elevator.

Until the elevator door completely closed, Su Jinghuan just let go of her mouth.

"Are you really being raised?"

He asked this sentence with almost gnashing teeth. Even though he had heard some gossip before, he did not pay attention to it. But just now, he saw her kissing another man in the car.

He couldn't believe that he used to kiss a man with his hands in hand and blushing with hugs.

In any case, he can't cheat himself any more. The woman who he was reluctant to touch a finger has already blossomed on others.

The unwillingness and jealousy in his heart burned his reason like wildfire.

Gao Ge was hurt by him. She wrung her eyebrows and struggled violently, "are you sick? I told you that I don't know you. You have the wrong person!"

"Don't you know me?"

Su Jinghuan suddenly pinched her jaw, forced her to look up to his eyes, and sneered, "yes, people like me, who are insignificant, should be a stain in life for Miss Gao."

His fingers gently plucked the hair from her cheek, then pressed it to her ear and said, "if you can, you'll never want to see me again? But I'm back, singing, and Tang Qinghuan is back

Gao Song's body suddenly froze. Something is reviving in my mind

Mr. Tang, it's very nice to have your name, Qinghuan. Qinghuan is the flavor of the world.

Mr. Tang, do you still lack a girlfriend? The kind who is good-looking and can draw.

Mr. Tang, my graduation project has been planned. Can you be my model?

"Bang --"

the moment the car hit the billboard, someone took her in her arms, and she faintly heard a voice whispering in her ear: little song, close your eyes.

The voice, in a huge panic, gave her an inexplicable sense of security. Then there was a loud noise. The final impression of the car accident in her mind was a bloody white shirt.

Memory, burst in the mind.

The strange and familiar face in front of her made her heartbroken. She almost withdrew from his arms and ran out at the moment of the elevator opening.

Tang Qinghuan stares at her back and rubs the residual temperature in her palms. Her eyes are a little dark.

Gao Ge, what you owe me, I'll ask for it all back.

When she came out of Borui, she was in a trance all the way. Her memory was intermittent. Only the car accident was clear in her mind.

In my memory, the owner of the bloody white shirt is Tang Qinghuan.

They had a car accident together, and she had forgotten the whole story and him.

Tang Qinghuan Tang Qinghuan

In the end, what kind of role did you play in my life? Why did I feel so sad when I read this name

"Ding --"

the mobile phone rings suddenly, and the heart and mouth tremble with high singing, and then the answer is pressed in a hurry.

Fang Tang called me on the phone. "Ge'er, when you come back from the company, aunt sun sent me a lot of things, saying that you left it at home. Cheng junran looks for a decoration company to decorate here. These days, there are so many people with mixed eyes. I'm afraid I'll lose it. You can take it by the way in a moment."

"I'll be right there," he said in a low voice

Twenty minutes later, she arrived at fangtang's apartment.

As soon as the door opened, Fang Tang was a little out of the way. "So soon, have you settled with pan Yueting?"

"Well."

Singing casually should a, look a little pale.

Seeing her appearance, Fang Tang worried, "what's wrong with you, uncomfortable?"

"It's OK. I didn't sleep well last night," he said, pulling the corners of his lips. "Where are the things?"

"I'll get it for you."

Auntie sun is a very careful person. The things she brings are stacked neatly in a small box.

After opening the song, I was stunned.

It's not something else in the box. It's a sketch book she used to draw.

There are more than ten copies in a thick stack.

She pursed her lips, picked up a book and opened it.

On the white sketch paper, there is a vivid picture of a handsome man with light eyebrows and eyes. The corners of his lips are slightly raised. His fine hair is put on his forehead. The rising sword eyebrow drags over the corners of his eyes. The eye socket is deep. His eyes are as gentle as looking at his lover.

Singing heart needle prick general pain up.

Fang Tang saw that she was holding the sketch book for a long time, so she couldn't help but come to have a look.

"Who is this? He's very handsome."

Singing without speaking, the eyes are red.

Fang Tang was shocked, "Why are you crying?"Singing hard to open her eyes, tears or Susu down, she shook her hands, closed the sketch book, put it in the box, picked it up and went out.

Fangtang chased to the door, only to find that he was wearing pajamas, secretly scolded, and went back to change clothes.

In the afternoon, as soon as mu Yunze finished his regular meeting, Fang Tang called him on his mobile phone.

"Mr. mu, is Xiaoge with you?"

Fang sugar's voice sounded very anxious. Mu Yunze wrung her eyebrows and pursed her lips. "She didn't go to the company?"

"She has been back for a long time, but the phone has been unable to get through. I'm a little worried."

Mu Yunze pinched his eyebrows. "I'll go home and have a look."

After hanging up the phone, mu Yunze got up and walked out with his suit coat. When he opened the door, Ke MuQing was holding a stack of documents to enter.

Seeing him stunned for a moment, "general manager mu, this is the summary of the meeting just now."

"Put it on the table. I'll see it tomorrow."

He said, the man had left the office.

Ke MuQing looked at the document in his hand, sighed and entered the office with the document.

Perhaps the president himself has not found that his wife's influence on him has been beyond his own estimation. At least, there is nothing that can shake his enthusiasm for his work except singing.

On the way, he called home, but the phone has been unanswered. When he rushed home, the door opened, and found that the porch did not change the shoes, she did not come back.

Gao Ge is not the kind of person who is always missing. If Fang Tang doesn't know where she is, something must have happened.

He taunted his face and called Ke MuQing with his mobile phone. "Please check whether there is a record of singing in the major hotels for me."

Ke MuQing didn't dare to ask more questions and quickly used the relationship to check up.

About half an hour later, his call came back.

"Mr. mu, my wife checked in at Xinghai Hotel three hours ago, and the room number is 2018."

mu Yunze did not say a word, but hung up the phone and walked out.

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