At least he thought it was much more interesting than Han Yurou.

"You should go back." Meng Chen's face didn't look very good.

As soon as Rong Jincheng mentioned Xiao Zi, he remembered the scene of saying goodbye to Xiao Zi at noon.

Xiao Zi didn't say much to him along the way, and even sold all the things he gave, and only took away one miu miu.

Before leaving, Xiao Zi did not look at him, with more or less determined attitude towards never interacting with him.

Rong Jincheng's face kept a smile: "Mr. Meng, let's work with me in the future. I promise that your life will be much more interesting than now. You can eat delicious food and drink spicy food, and you can have whatever you want. Moreover, it is definitely more interesting than following Qiao Sinian."

"I don't need it." Meng Chen refused coldly.

"Tsk tsk." Rong Jincheng sighed, it was really wood.

It would be great to follow him. He could take him to play around the capital, such as cars, houses, and women.

Rong Jincheng touched his stomach: "You're hungry, go home."

After saying that, he got into his car, and Feng Li immediately followed and got into the driver's seat.

Meng Chenwu waited for Rong Jincheng to leave, turned his head and left the garage and walked upstairs. His slender and lonely back quickly disappeared under the dim lights of the garage.

Upstairs, Qiao Sinian is sorting out documents.

Meng Chen has already cleaned up the President's Office almost the same, and he doesn't need to worry about it any more.

After putting away the last things, Qiao Sinian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and lit a cigarette.

Outside the window, there was a heavy night, with a strong wind, it looked like it was going to rain, and the road was covered with rolled leaves.

The office is bright and spacious, in sharp contrast to the night outside the window.

The smoke was shining, the cigarette butts were clearly extinct, and Qiao Sinian's shadow was stretched out by the light, and she was alone.

The air still has a light fragrance of lavender essential oil, neither thick nor light, just right.

When Meng Chen pushed the door and came in, Qiao Sinian was standing at the window.

"Master Qiao, Rong Jincheng is gone."

"Yes." Qiao Sinian turned around, "I will take back the following several of the biggest projects of Qiao's family in a while, but I'm still finalizing the plan."

"Okay, Mr. Qiao, I will go to Chicago when the time comes."

“It will be very busy and hard during this period.”

"Okay, I'm used to this rhythmic life. If one day I suddenly have nothing to do, I'll panic." Meng Chen bent his lips, "Mr. Qiao, it's getting late, is it going out for dinner? I'll treat you."

"No, Jiaqi is waiting for me at home."

Meng Chen: “…”

Qiao Sinian explained something to Meng Chen again, then he put out the cigarette butts and took the coat from the hanger.

"I'll go back first."

"Okay." Meng Chen nodded, "I'll go to the office to print out the documents I'll use tomorrow."

"Don't work overtime too late, it's already 7:30." Qiao Sinian glanced at his watch.

After leaving the president's office, Qiao Sinian called Ye Jiaqi.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm waiting for you." Ye Jiaqi sat on the sofa with a smile, grabbed his cell phone and shook his feet, and there was a tablet on his legs.

"Have not had supper yet? It's getting late."

"Anyway, you're going home. I'll wait for you to eat together. I'm not very hungry. I made some snacks in the afternoon. I haven't done it for a long time and my skills are unfamiliar."

"What did you do?" Qiao Sinian started the car and put on his headphones.
Chapter completed!