There were too many people looking at her, so the tears in her sore eyes were held back from falling.
But as soon as the restaurant door opened and the biting cold wind blew in, those tears seemed to dry up.
It cannot fall out even if you want to.
As soon as An Ke received the man's call, he saw the woman coming out of the revolving door of the restaurant.
"Send her home and let the kitchen prepare lunch for her."
"I understand, Mr. Mo."
After hanging up the phone, An Ke quickly opened the door and got out of the car, "Miss Chi."
It's impossible to finish eating in such a short time.
It was obvious at first glance that there was a quarrel.
"Walk."
An Ke didn't ask where she was going and hurriedly opened the car door for her.
Chi Huan bent down and got into the car.
The car door was closed, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the restaurant door, but only people went in and no one came out at all.
An Ke, who returned to the driver's seat, asked carefully, "Miss Chi, shall we go back?"
Chi Huan closed his eyes and said, "I won't go back."
An Ke touched her nose and said, "Mr. Mo asked me to take you home. You haven't had lunch yet, right?"
"If you can only obey his orders, then you get out of the car and I will drive myself."
After all, this car is hers.
An Ke hurriedly said, "No, where do you want to go? Find a place to eat nearby?"
Where to go
She didn't know where to go either.
She didn't want to go back. Now that she couldn't even go to the company, where else could she go.
Chi Huan lowered his head and leaned his head against the back seat. He lowered his voice and said tiredly, "I don't know. Just drive. Just take it for a ride."
An Ke said oh and said nothing more.
The white Ferrari drove onto the main road, taking a stroll, and the speed was not very fast.
… …
Dining room.
The food on the table was rich, steaming white, and looked delicious and tempting, but the man sitting there didn't seem to have any intention of moving his chopsticks. After a while, the phone on the table vibrated, and a text message jumped in.
He looked down, his eyes narrowed, and his thin lips pursed into a straight line, but he still typed a sentence and replied to An Ke's text message,
An Ke looked in the rearview mirror and saw Chi Huan leaning on the back of the back seat with his eyes closed. He took the time to check Mo Shiqian's text message again.
She replied with a nice word and put the phone back.
After about five minutes, she tentatively said, "Ms. Chi, should we find a place to eat first?" Finally, she added sheepishly, "I haven't eaten anything yet. A little hungry."
After she said this, Chi Huan naturally couldn't say no more, so he said calmly, "Then stop and eat at whichever restaurant you like."
"OK."
… … …
In the end, Mo Shiqian didn't touch anything. After paying the bill, he got up and left, returning to the car.
After sitting in the car and smoking a whole cigarette, he started the car and drove back to the company.
As soon as he entered the secretary's office, the secretary greeted him, "Mr. Mo, Vice President Wen is waiting for you in your office."
The man's handsome face was calm, "Yeah."
Pushing open the door of the office, Wen Yi, dressed in an elegant dress, was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. When she saw him coming in, she raised her head and smiled.
Mo Shiqian took off his coat and threw it away, walked towards the desk with long legs, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"
"It's nothing. The chairman said that since I'm here, I'd like to take a look at the company's quarterly business report."
"I'll ask Song Shu to sort it out and send it to you."
Wen Yi raised her eyebrows, "Okay," she stood up from the sofa, looked at the man's expressionless, but obviously depressed face, and smiled softly, "Miss Chi's matter, Haven’t you found out yet?”
As soon as she finished speaking, the man's gaze, as cold as a cold blade, shot towards her.
Wen Yi smiled, "Don't look at me like that, it has nothing to do with me."
Mo Shiqian stared at the gentle and beautiful face, and spoke slowly and seriously, "Are you so concerned about things that have nothing to do with you? Speaking of which, Mrs. Lawrence is smart, capable, and extraordinary. She looks very different from the legend. "
Wen Yi looks gentle and beautiful, but her behavior has nothing to do with gentleness.
It took a lot of effort for her to become the young lady of the Lawrence family.
I heard that the girl that Eleven fell in love with at the time was also a rich girl from a very good family. Unfortunately, Lawrence disliked the fact that the girl was a piano player, so he gave Wen Yi, who was studying business administration at Harvard, to his son.
The Wen family's family background is not the best, but Wen Yi is indeed a good helper in his career.
Wen Yi smiled slightly, "Thank you, I'm just curious... I've always been a little curious about things that I can't figure out."
Mo Shiqian also narrowed his eyes, half-smiling but not smiling, "Curious?"
"Seeing that Xiao Mo's overall mood index is very low, I guess he didn't find out what happened that night. Of course I'm curious."
He said coldly, "You can leave."
Wen Yi didn't plan to stay much longer, so she just smiled and said, "You're busy then. Goodbye."
She turned and left the office, bag in hand.
Is he unhappy that his woman is being involved with another man, or...
At this time, she roughly understood her father's purpose for doing this. If Mo Shiqian didn't investigate this matter, and simply believed Chi Huan and suppressed the news forcefully, it might be useless, or even counterproductive.
But the more he investigates, the more things he finds will inflame his relationship with Chi Huan.
Maybe... Chi Huan and Pei Yi really have some clue... relationship
… … …
Six o'clock in the evening.
The car had already circled back to the city from the suburbs. An Ke turned around and said helplessly, "Miss Chi, Mr. Mo asked me to drive you back."
The accurate statement is that he must take her back whether she wants it or not.
Chi Huan didn't open his eyes. The temperature in the car was very warm, but without ventilation for a long time, it felt stuffy and drowsy.
She didn't open her eyes, "Well, let's go back."
An Ke breathed a sigh of relief, sped up and drove the car back.
At half past six, Chi Huan walked into the living room.
Mo Shiqian was back and sitting on the sofa.
Hearing the noise, he raised his head and looked towards her.
But Chi Huan only glanced at him and walked straight upstairs with her handbag in hand.
Ma Li probably noticed the stalemate between the two, so she stepped forward and said with a smile, "Miss Chi, the food is on the table soon."
She said calmly, "I can't eat now, so I'm going to take a shower."
The man's footsteps followed quickly from behind, and before she even stepped on the first step of the stairs, her wrist was grabbed by the man.
His deep voice sounded above his head, "Eat first."
She stretched out her hand to shake it off, but couldn't, so she said coldly without looking back, "I ate it outside."