Jiang Yue went to bed after taking a shower when she got home. She woke up the next morning and turned off the alarm clock and looked at her phone.

Jiang Yue got up after receiving two messages from the right to go out. After cleaning up, he got up after cleaning up a few messages.

Jiang Yue is still the earliest special mediation.

Jiang Yue dragged the special mediation floor and washed the rag and was about to wipe the special mediation door. Fang Weiwei came over, but Fang Weiwei was not here alone, she brought Zuo Meng with her.

Seeing Jiang Yue cleaning, Fang Weiwei hurriedly took away the rag from Jiang Yue's hand, "Don't do these things, let me do it."

Fang Weiwei went to wipe the door and the glass, Jiang Yue went to the rest area to pour a glass of water, and looked at Zuo Meng who was following Fang Weiwei.

"Why did the little guy come with you?"

"I slept with me yesterday. Don't worry, deputy director, it won't affect my work. Zuo Fei will come over to pick her up later."

"You are dating Zuo Fei."

Fang Weiwei was startled, "Where is nothing."

But her words were filled with a sense of guilt.

Jiang Yue smiled, "It's okay, love is free, as a boss, I won't hinder you."

Fang Weiwei shrugged helplessly, "He is now in my waiting period. The relationship has not been officially confirmed yet. I can't hurry up, so take it slowly."

Zuo Meng followed Fang Weiwei and saw that Fang Weiwei wiped the door, she also wiped it, but she didn't have a rag in her hand, leaving small handprints on the wet door.

"Little ancestor, I just wiped it clean."

Zuo Meng stuck out her tongue, looked around, took two pieces of paper from the coffee table in the rest area and ran out to the special agency to wipe the glass from outside.

The spring in the north is dry, and when there is wind, the dust is flying. A layer of dust accumulates on the small floor-to-ceiling window glass next to the door. Zuo Meng held a tissue and wiped it gently and felt that the glass was much cleaner. The little guy seemed to have found something fun, and stretched out his little hand to print handprints on the dust of the glass outside to play.

Jiang Yue stood in the special agency and looked at her and couldn't help laughing.

Fang Weiwei wiped the door and sighed helplessly, "Little Ancestor, look at your little hands and hands are all black."

As he said that, Fang Weiwei took a rag to wipe the dust on the glass and the handprints on Zuo Meng's seal.

Jiang Yue's smile on her face as she looked at the disappearing handprints froze, and a picture flashed through her mind.

That's...

The smile on Jiang Yue's face gradually disappeared. She put down her cup and returned to the work area to turn on the computer, quickly searching for someone's information.

Ten minutes later, Fang Weiwei washed his hands and called Zuo Fei. After a while, Zuo Fei came over to pick Zuo Meng away. Fang Weiwei sat in his seat and found that Jiang Yue's face was more serious.

Fang Weiwei observed Jiang Yue's face while browsing the news. She hadn't observed any of them for a long time.

Jiang Yue looked up the information and his face became more and more serious. Fang Weiwei became more curious about what happened.

"Deputy Officer..."

However, before Fang Weiwei finished speaking, Jiang Yue stood up, "Let's go to the gallery to take a look."

Fang Weiwei was stunned for a moment and quickly followed.

Jiang Yue drove and arrived at the gallery soon.

The gallery is now closed, and only two security guards are there. Jiang Yue knocked on the door for a long time before the security guard came to open the door.

Jiang Yue showed the security guard's ID and went upstairs with Fang Weiwei.

"Director, have you discovered something?"

Fang Weiwei finally couldn't help asking curiously.

Jiang Yue nodded, "But I can't be sure now, let's take a look first."

As they said that, they had already arrived at the third floor, and Jiang Yue entered the studio.

Compared to the messy room before, the studio has been cleaned up now, with only traces of paint on the ground and walls.

Jiang Yue took a look and walked out of the studio. Standing in the corridor, Jiang Yue looked at the distance from the storage room to the studio and walked over there.

Jiang Yue stood outside the storage room, stared at the door for a long time, frowned in annoyance, and pushed open the door and walked in.

All the things that were evidence in the storage room were taken away, and some of Guo Fen's paintings were sorted out and there was basically nothing in the storage room.

Jiang Yue walked around the third floor and then went downstairs.

"Where is your Manager Feng's office?" Jiang Yue asked the security guard.

"I'll take you there."

The security guard took Jiang Yue to Feng Jian's office.

Feng Jian’s office is very clean and everything is neatly arranged.

Jiang Yue walked to his desk and looked at him and opened his drawer. There were some documents in it. Jiang Yue took out these documents and looked through them. The more he looked, the more angry the more he felt in his heart.

Jiang Yue took away the documents, and Fang Weiwei left the gallery and still couldn't figure out what Jiang Yue was doing this trip.

When he sat in the car, he watched Jiang Yue drive the car in the opposite direction of the special agency, Fang Weiwei whispered to remind him.

"Deputy Director, this is not the direction of going back to the special mediation."

"Well, let's go to Feng Jian's house now."

Fang Weiwei raised her eyebrows, "Feng Jian?"

"Something I want him to come forward to prove it."

Jiang Yue's face was not very good, and Fang Weiwei didn't dare to ask more questions.

Feng Jian’s family lives very close to the gallery, two streets away, less than ten minutes walk to the gallery.

Jiang Yue found Feng Jian's family according to the address on the employee list.

Jiang Yue rang the doorbell and Feng Jian came over and opened the door soon.

"Why is Director Jiang here? If you have something to do, call me and go there myself." Feng Jian smiled politely, "Please inside."

Jiang Yue and Fang Weiwei walked in.

There were three large boxes in front of Feng Jian’s door, and almost all the things at home had been packed. Jiang Yue glanced at it.

"Is Manager Feng moving?"

Feng Jian sighed, "I returned to China with a work visa. Now I can't find it for a while and I can't find it for a while. I can only return to China for the time being."

Feng Jian asked Jiang Yue and Fang Weiwei to sit down, and he poured them a glass of water each.

Jiang Yue looked at the water cup in front of her and her eyes fell on Feng Jian again.

"Then it's going to be troublesome for you to fly back and forth like this."

Feng Jian shook his head, "There is a developed transportation now, so there is no trouble."

"Yes, living conditions are good now, and the burden of working in multinational aircraft is not high."

“Yes, society is developing too fast.”

"How long will it take for Mr. Feng to fly back to see his family before?" Jiang Yue looked straight at Feng Jian.

"Where did you have that condition before? I...I have immigrated abroad with my family since I was a child, and I have no relatives in China."

Jiang Yue raised her eyebrows, "Where is Mr. Feng's family? Are they still alive?"

Feng Jian shrugged, "I'm the only one now."

"The domestic development prospects are good now, has Mr. Feng never thought about returning to China?"

Feng Jian sighed, "Immigration is simple, but it will be difficult to come back."

It sounds like his tone is a pity.

"I don't know what you two are coming here for, I'm going to rush to the airport."

Jiang Yue took out the folder and placed the documents he got from his office drawer in the gallery in front of him.

"I want to know, are these documents handled by Mr. Feng?"

Feng Jian took a look and said, "Yes, I handled it."

"You signed the words?"

Feng Jian nodded, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yue looked at him and smiled faintly, "Then Guo Fen trusts you quite well. His old partner Hu Shanyu has worked with him for more than ten years but has not signed for him."
Chapter completed!