The other two secretaries exchanged glances but said nothing.
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "I know. I'll wait."
About twenty minutes later, Wen Qiao stood up, and Theresa immediately followed suit. Wen Qiao smiled and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Miss Wen, you don't know where the bathroom is. I'll take you there."
Wen Qiao thought this was surveillance, but she still let Theresa take her to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
After entering the cubicle, Wen Qiao stepped on the toilet lid and reached out to touch the cubicle on the ceiling. She had a good sense of direction, and even in the intricate ventilation ducts, she was able to find the space directly above He Xihuai's office in three minutes.
With a crack, a bolt of thunder struck outside, which scared Wen Qiao as well. She gently moved a piece of the ceiling and looked around in He Xihuai's huge office, but she didn't see him for a while.
So, Theresa didn't lie? He Xihuai was really not in the office
There was another thunder. Wen Qiao was losing interest and was about to return the same way, but suddenly he saw a person curled up in the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window curtains. In the dim light, the person seemed to be trembling slightly.
Wen Qiao suddenly remembered the celebration banquet that night. This scene was just like the scene at that time. Wen Qiao completely opened the ceiling, jumped up, and jumped down.
The person hiding behind the curtain was startled and looked at her in fear.
Wen Qiao walked closer and found it was indeed He Xihuai. He didn't cry this time, but the panic on his face didn't seem to be acted.
Wen Qiao half squatted down, and He Xihuai grabbed her hand: "It's you, sister."
He held her hand tightly as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
Wen Qiao frowned slightly: "He Xihuai, do you want to pursue your dream of being in the entertainment industry? What are you doing?"
The lightning and thunder outside were almost tearing a hole in the sky, and He Xihuai's body was shaking violently.
Sweat rolled down his forehead.
It didn't seem like he was pretending. After all, his secretary was on high alert and didn't want her to see this scene.
Wen Qiao looked at his watch. It had been five minutes since he came here. If he didn't leave, Theresa would probably break in. She wanted to pull her hand away: "I have to go."
He Xihuai grabbed her hand tightly and said, "Sister, don't go."
Wen Qiao: "Are you addicted to cosplay? I have to go."
"I'll be obedient, sister, don't leave."
Wen Qiao pushed him away, jumped onto his table, and jumped back to the vent from the original opening. As soon as she returned to the bathroom, there was a knock on the door, and Theresa's somewhat anxious voice sounded: "Miss Wen, are you okay?"
Wen Qiao said impatiently: "You have to urge me to go to the toilet. Miss Theresa, is it more considerate to take care of every detail?"
Theresa touched her nose and said, "I'm sorry."
Wen Qiao came out of the bathroom and returned to her office with Theresa.
At the door, she looked back at He Xihuai's office door: "He probably won't be back today."
Theresa: “I think so.”
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Forget it, I'll come back when I have time."
Wen Qiao went downstairs, holding an umbrella, and walked into the yard. Looking back, He Xihuai's office was dark and another thunder sounded. Wen Qiao thought of his face, which was obviously different from usual. He really looked like a helpless child.
Wen Qiao shook his head and left Huaihe.
She asked No. 3 to drive her to Jing'an Road.
(End of this chapter)