Paranoid CEO Can’t Afford To Provoke

Chapter 337: Guess who placed the big order?

Qu Yan's request to return to the Yao family's house was rejected, and Qu Yan was not so sad, but she felt that Ji Zhuoran's attitude made her somewhat cold.

In fact, she really didn't understand. He had already done this kind of thing. Why did he still disagree with the divorce? Does he still expect them to have a good result in the future?

Why didn't he let go, but kept holding on to her?

Qu Yan didn't understand, and she knew that she couldn't ask Ji Zhuoran.

He was so powerful that even Ji Peihong and his grandfather could be concealed by him for eight full years of the kidnapping case, so Qu Yan didn't expect to get anything useful out of his mouth.

In desperation, she could only return to the company to handle official duties.

Seeing that one day was about to pass, Qu Yan cleaned up his things and was about to get off work, but suddenly received a call from Du Ruo.

On the phone, Du Ruo's voice was a little bit of surprise, "Xiaoyan! Guess, who placed the big order that we received for Yipinxian before?"

Qu Yan was a little confused, "You can give me a hint."

"People you know, but haven't seen each other in a long time."

"Xia Man, Xia Family." Qu Yan instantly reflected the person's identity.

This time Du Ruo was shocked, "How can you guess?"

"There are not many people who can buy a fresh product, and they must be very rich; in addition, I haven't seen each other for a long time, which also means that she is probably not in S City before, otherwise there is a high probability that she will come to Grandpa's funeral." She explained. .

But the most important reason was not said-Qu Yan knew that Xia Man had always liked Ji Zhuoran, and now Qu Ning had gone to City A, seeing that she had left Ji Zhuoran, she was not moved by her mind.

Du Ruo understood why Qu Yan could react so quickly. He couldn't help but sigh, "You are still great. Come here for the welcome banquet tonight. After all, at that time I went to Ji's house to find you, and I still asked Manman to help. Too busy."

Qu Yan thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, I will clean up and come over later."

"Hmm, wait for you." Du Ruo smiled.

After discussing with Du Ruo, Qu Yan began to pack his things and set off.

She was walking to the door of the office, but met a pair of deer-like eyes.

Zhong Yunle.

Qu Yan patted her forehead, and she almost forgot him.

"President Qu..." he asked cautiously, the beautiful boy's face full of shyness.

In fact, Qu Yan was too busy today. I didn’t think about him at all, but he was worried that he would go astray. So he said: “I’m going to a banquet in the evening. If you can go, you can help me hold off the wine. Wine?"

"Ah...did it," he said, with a little surprise on his face.

Qu Yan said decisively, "That's good. Let's go to the mall to buy clothes, and then go to a banquet. You can claim my assistant to the outside world."

In fact, after Qu Yan returned to Yao's house, she had already made a lot of evening dresses, but she thought that she had to go to the mall to buy clothes for Zhong Yunle, so she didn't have time to go home to get them, so she could only buy them together.

"Ah, okay." He said, with a cheerful smile on his delicate face unconsciously.

Seeing his unintended smile, Qu Yan felt more or less relieved.

After all, the smiling face of a beautiful boy is still very healing.

The two of them arrived at the mall all the way, Qu Yanshi went straight to the men's dress area and picked clothes for him.

"President Qu, these clothes... are too expensive," Zhong Yunle said cautiously.

Qu Yan was in a daze for a while, she also told Ji Zhuoran about this similar conversation...

It turned out that he was the last man who went out to buy clothes with her.

Looking at the face of the beautiful young man in front of her, she came up and smiled soberly, "It's okay, I'll pay the money. It's your work clothes. On some external occasions, you have to dress more grandly..."

It's a pity that the once poor Qu Yan could only swagger through the market in a suit of A goods to support his face.