See You Tonight, My Evil Husband

It's Monday again.

After the regular meeting, Jiang Shijin went to the assistant office without looking back. He didn't give Qin Musheng a good look, but he smiled and didn't seem to care at all.

Tang Xin was puzzled, but she saw it in her eyes.

Is there any little secret between the boss and assistant Jiang?

And now the president's office on the top floor of Dingsheng.

Mu Xiaoran sat in front of the French window, his eyebrows tightened, looked at the photos provided by Yang Fan on the table, and his index finger knocked on the table.

"The license plate number had long been scrapped, and there was no available information. At that time, it was night. The car didn't turn on the light and slipped into any alley to change the number. It was difficult for us to check."

Yang Fan said. With mu Xiaoran's blacker face, his voice gradually decreased.

Seeing that he didn't look right, he immediately added: "but don't worry, president. Our people are filtering the surrounding monitoring. As long as it's a car, we'll be on the road. We can find it. It just takes a little time..."

Although I haven't found anything yet, I can confirm it.

It was deliberately done.

Mu Xiaoran beat his fingers on the table and immediately turned into a clenched fist. His voice was cold and said, "people's first hospital, you go and check the director of internal medicine named Wen Hao."

"Yes."

Mu Xiaoran is sure that Wen Hao is not so bold and dares to move his woman. Although the dog may jump off the wall, he should not block his future.

He must be careful at the very moment.

This kind of thing is not in case.

So, as soon as it was time to get off work, mu Xiaoran walked faster than the rabbit.

Tang Xin came out of the building holding Jiang Shijin's hand: "Xiaojiang, how do you go?"

"Take the bus, and you?"

As soon as she spoke, she saw a luxury car parked by the side of the road.

Tang Xin's eyes brightened: "Xiaojiang, look, phantom."

With the direction of her finger, Jiang Shijin recognized that it was mu Xiaoran's car at a glance. It was difficult to remember the five eights hanging from the sky.

He won't be here

Jiang Shijin's heart beat faster and hurriedly crept to hide behind Tang Xin for fear that the people in the car would find her walking in the crowd.

More afraid of Mu Xiaoran getting off directly.

Suddenly the phone rings.