Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Song dongrou moves quickly. After she hangs up, she calls her friend in the prison and arranges the interview quickly. Then she gets up and leaves. When she passes Gu Beihua's office, she looks at the door.

Gu Beihua came to the company yesterday. She knows about it. However, since he didn't take the initiative to come to look for trouble, she didn't want to make trouble for herself. Even if she really wanted to deal with him, it was still very early. The good play always had to be the last show to be wonderful and perfect.

When song dongrou arrived at her destination, the staff told her seriously that the interview had been cancelled.

She was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, showing her standard trademark gentle smile, "why, I've made an appointment in advance, please check it again."

Finally, she added, "I'm sorry I haven't seen this child for a long time. You can't let me go for nothing. At least let me see people at a glance."

The policewoman who came to receive her turned a little red. She coughed a little uneasily and lowered her voice a little. "I'm really sorry. Could you take the liberty to ask who you are?"

What's so difficult about this problem?

It took song dongrou less than a second to finish the abdominal manuscript. She said calmly, "I'm her sister-in-law."

The policewoman looked up and down at the middle-aged woman in front of her quickly. Somehow, she always felt that the warmth of the man was gloomy and indifferent, but when she looked at it carefully, she couldn't see any clue.

Without waiting for her to think about it, song dongrou's urging voice came to her ear, "I haven't been here before because I was busy. Maybe you can see my face?"

The policewoman awkwardly pulled out a smiling face and answered vaguely, "yes, there are too many people here. I can't remember faces very well. Well, although... "

She opened her mouth and didn't "although" come out with anything, so she could only say dryly, "your niece had an accident in it some time ago. Maybe she was not in good health, had an infection, and didn't tell us in time. When we found out, she was already..."

Hearing this, song dongrou's calm and waveless eyes finally gave a slight wink, "what's wrong with people?"

"People are... Gone." The policewoman clenched her teeth and forced her to euphemism the unpleasant word a little bit. She felt that it was not suitable, so she added clumsily, "please forgive me."

She dropped her eyelids slightly, as if she felt that the look in her eyes was a little impolite, with a little stiff apology.

"No one?" Song dongrou repeated it to herself. Without waiting for the policewoman to reply, she nodded her head slightly and squeezed out a layer of hazy water vapor from her eyes. "OK, I see. Please."

With that, she turned and walked away tremblingly. She also raised her hand and wiped a handful of illusory tears on her face.

After walking out of the front door of the reception room, she closed her eyes for a moment. Her face suddenly became chilly, like a different person.

She quickened her pace and squeezed out of the crowd who really came to visit Gu Qingwei. Before driving away, she sent a message to Gu Qingwei that he was dead.

She repeatedly savored Gu Qingwei's words on the phone just now, and her mind became a little tangled into a complex group of wool. All the plans she thought were clear before were suddenly stopped, or even distorted, because of this sudden fact.

Song dongrou hurried out of the elevator and went to his office. Gu Beihua just opened the door. Their eyes turned in the air and gathered together.

After such a long time, Gu Beihua still looks very good. His clothes are ironed straight, his face is fresh, and he can't see any abnormality.

Song dongrou almost instinctively pulled out a gentle smile, "Beihua, where have you been these days? Why did you suddenly come to the company today?"