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"All in all, the top priority is to find Guanghui first. Little Lafite, you probably miss your sister Guanghui very much, right?"

"Yeah, sister Guanghui, she will give Lafite a lot of pocket money."

"You're so young, you can't always worry about money." An Lun gave Lafite a smack on the forehead in a funny way.

As a result, he was immediately counterattacked by Lafite.

"Commander, squat at home! Gnaw the old man! Ruanfan boy! Little boy!"

"Stop talking, my self-esteem is about to turn into a dung ball that was dragged in a remote public toilet and left unattended for a week!"

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Leaving the subway station and taking a bus.

Twenty minutes later, An Lun and Lafite finally arrived at the address left by Guanghui.

Xinbang Securities Group Co., Ltd., 233 Lancelot Street, Arthur City.

What unfolded in front of An Lun and Lafite was a towering skyscraper.

"Guanghui, is this where you work?"

Twitching the corners of his mouth, An Lun's forehead couldn't help shedding a drop of cold sweat.

MMP, this place of work is too crowded!

"Sister Guanghui, you're amazing!" Nodding her head half-understood, although An Lun didn't think as much, but in Lafite's impression, big is powerful, big is justice!

Whether it's Sister Guanghui or the place where she works, everything is big and big!

"In short, let's go and have a look."

He helped himself and Lafite straighten their clothes and necklines, making them look less sloppy as much as possible.

After the automatic door opened, a woman in business attire greeted her, who seemed to be responsible for a job similar to reception.

"Hi sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

Formulated lines, formulaic smiles.But it feels very comfortable.

"Hello. I would like to ask, is there a person named Guanghui here?"

"Glory?" The hostess frowned without leaving a trace.

She has been working here for two years, but she is very unfamiliar with this name.

"Sir, please wait a moment." Back at the counter, after tapping her fingers on the keyboard for a while, the waitress finally shook her head regretfully: "Sorry, sir. We don't have anyone with that name here."

"Eh? Well, may I ask if the address on this note is here?" An unbelieving An Lun handed the note to the waiter.

"It is indeed right here. Speaking of which, what kind of person are you looking for, sir?"

"Uh, she's a mature woman with silver hair and blue pupils. In terms of personality, she should belong to the type of a gentle big sister who can take care of others."

"Silver hair and blue eyes, are you mature and gentle?" In fact, when An Lun said this, the hostess already had a candidate in her heart, but just to be on the safe side, she asked: "Besides, Are there any other features?"

"Features... the body is prone to imbalance, does it count?"

"No, balance?" The hostess frowned.

What the hell kind of trait is this?

"Big, big." In the end, it was Lafite who used three concise words to express the characteristics of Brilliance.

"So it's the imbalance!"

At this moment, the hostess had already determined who An Lun and the others were looking for.

If it's big enough to make the body unbalanced, add those descriptions from An Lun before.There is only one person in this company.

"This gentleman, the person you are looking for should be our Secretary-General An?"

"Secretary, Secretary-General?"

"Ah."

Going back to the computer and working for a while, a single-inch photo appeared on the screen soon: "Sir, is that her?"

Looking at each other with Lafite, there is no doubt that the person on the screen is Guanghui.

"Yes, it's her. If possible, can I trouble you to call her for me?"

"I'm sorry, Secretary-General, she worked overtime last night and just finished her work an hour ago. Just now, our President Chen drove her away."

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It would be a lie to say I wasn't disappointed.

After all, Guanghui is also An Lun's first marriage ship.It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the "Zhenggong".

With nervousness and excitement, I thought I would finally see her, but in the end, I passed by again.

Of course, as a mature man, An Lun would not write all his thoughts on his face.