office, pulled the brooch from her bag, clutched it in her palm, and returned to the tea room.Fu Yan has already left, Xiao Liu is still washing the Millennium Fruit.Shen Wei lowered her head to pin...Cao Man's face changed color.

How is that possible!

"You lost." Fu Yan raised an eyebrow.

Officials from the Ministry of Commerce clapped quietly behind Fu Yanshen.

Cao Man looked at them gloating, a lump of anger rising in her chest. She let out a cold snort, "Trivial tricks."

After finishing, he left with people.

After Cao Man left, all the staff at the Ministry of Commerce surrounded Fu Yan.

"Mr. Fu, you're amazing!"

"Yeah, this is almost approaching the fastest record for this game!"

“Mr. Fu, you actually have this up your sleeve!”

"Fu Yan smiled and said it was nothing. Ji Lin's Sudoku time was two seconds faster than hers, and she had started playing Sudoku because of Ji Lin."

However, she knew the fastest player of this game was not Ji Lin, nor the world record holder, but Huo Mingzheng.

He rarely plays, and not many people know his record.

She took a deep breath, "Okay, let's get this meeting started."

She glanced at the time. Luckily, including the speaking time, it only wasted three minutes.

As soon as she came out of the meeting room, it was almost time to get off work.

During the meeting, her phone was on silent and she didn't hear the ringtone. She only saw two missed calls when she returned to her office.

From Ho Mingzheng.

There is also an unread WeChat message from her. She clicked on it, and it was still sent by Huo Mingzheng.

I'll be waiting for you at the bus stop. It's about Ji Lin's recovery.

Fu Yan's heartbeat skipped a beat.

Ji Lin will be able to leave the hospital in a couple of days. He can now walk on his own, although his limb flexibility isn't much different from before. However, since he had a head injury, no one knows if there will be any other aftereffects.

Fu Yan made no hesitation, packed her things, and rushed out of the office.

Cao Man raised her eyes and glanced at him, squinting. "So anxious, going somewhere"

"Cao, Manager, what do you think about this" Her assistant walked over with the document.

"Let's talk tomorrow, or you can just send me a WeChat message."

Caoman quickly picked up the bag from the shelf, shoved her phone into it, and left the project department.

She ran to the elevator entrance, but the elevator had already closed.

The elevator descended, making no stops before reaching the underground parking garage.

Then it means Fu Yan went to the underground parking garage.

But she clearly remembered paying for Yan's car to be parked outside the company.

A gleam flashed in Cao Man's eyes, she quickly pressed the elevator button. The elevator door next to her opened, and she walked in, pressing the button for the underground parking lot.

When she chased after him, she only saw Fu Yan walking towards a black car. It wasn't the white sedan she usually drove.

A man in a suit opened the car door, and she vaguely saw someone sitting inside. The light was dim, making it impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman.

Cao Man quickly took out her phone, hid in the blind spot, and took a picture of Fu Yan's direction.

The car turned, and she quickly took another picture.

As the car approached her direction, she pretended to take out her keys from her bag and greeted other colleagues.

When she saw the car in the photo, zoomed in, and recognized it was a Bentley logo, she gasped.

It's a limited edition.

Getting this car isn't just about having money. I heard that even wealthy people abroad who spend a lot of money can't get one.

The owner of this car is definitely prominent in Nancheng.

She enlarged the photo of the man getting into the car, but his face was still obscured. However, from his suit and his distinct bone structure, she could tell he was a man.

The skin was fair, not Fu Hanlin's healthy complexion.

Before it was Fu Hanlin, the wheelchair-bound young master. This time, who is it

A woman caught between the noble sons, what exactly was Fu Yan's secret schemea turned cold.To this day, as the head of the family, Huo Mingzheng's presence was even more imposing. Under his gaze, Old Master Huo faltered and lost. 。Old Master Huo let out a soft snort, leaned on...