Qu Yan felt a headache when she heard the words grandma, and asked Ji Zhuoran on the phone, "Then how long is your grandma going to stay in S City?"

"For a long time, she is not a person who loves to travel." He judged.

Qu Yan feels a headache even more. What if the grandmother Ye stays for a long time and hits them for a divorce, and the elderly can't bear it mentally?

So she said, "Then I think you should get a vaccination with grandma, and tell her in advance that our relationship is not what she imagined."

"Which?"

"Enai, at best we can calculate the relationship between the creditor and the debtor. Once the debt is settled, it will be dispersed. A few days ago we were still talking about divorce. Wouldn't you just forget it so soon?"

He said decisively, "It's not that easy to get into debt."

Or bluntly, in this life, both of them have unclear accounts.

"It's not easy to say otherwise. Anyway, grandma's side, I don't want her to misunderstand our relationship anymore. You also want to give me the bracelet on my wrist and give it back, you know?"

...

Zhong Yunle has been working since he came out of Qu Yan's office.

He suddenly discovered that almost every time he saw Qu Yan, he was more comfortable designing something.

Maybe she is his muse*.

In a short while, it was about to get off work, and the office staff began to pack their things.

At this time, Minister Lei knew, "Look at the newly uploaded files in the group. Mr. Qu bought a design to use in the new style. Let’s take a look. Don’t conflict with this design. ."

So everyone in the design department took out their phones and started watching.

Zhong Yunle also started looking for his mobile phone, but he couldn't find it.

"Xiao Zhong, your phone is missing?" my colleague asked kindly.

"Yeah." He frowned.

"Then I'll give you a call and try."

"No, I turned it off..." he said distressed. Because he suddenly became red, there were a lot of phone calls today. Many people who knew him before started looking for him. He wanted to work hard, so he simply turned off the phone. .

Unexpectedly, it won't be found right now.

The colleague reminded, "Then you think about where you went today, the office sees you looking for it for a while, it shouldn't be there."

"Ah, I've been to... Chief Qu's office."

"Then you go find it, hurry up, or you won't be able to get in after Mr. Qu is gone."

Zhong Yunle nodded again and again, "Well, yes, thank you, I will go now."

After speaking, he walked to Qu Yan's office.

As soon as she walked into the door of her office, she opened the door a crack, and her calm voice came from the door.

"Ji Zhuoran, we two will get divorced one day, don't lie to the elderly like this."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yunle was shocked at the same place.

It turns out that President Qu is going to divorce Ji Zhuoran?

For a moment, his heart was full of joy.

It's like a deflated balloon, suddenly filled with happy air.

But at this time, Qu Yan in the office continued to say, "Even if you say it, it doesn’t count... Forget it, let’s talk about it after this tonight. Anyway, I tell you that one day I can Settle the accounts between me!"

Hearing this, Zhong Yunle withdrew contentedly.

He returned to the office with a smile, and was about to put the design draft of today's drawing in his backpack. Suddenly, his mobile phone slipped out of the design paper.

It turned out that the phone was caught in the paper, no wonder he couldn't find it.

He turned on the phone, and countless messages popped out of it.

Not only his relatives and friends, but also the media and brokerage companies, as Qu Yan said.

He found several familiar media, expressed his willingness to cooperate one by one, and then extinguished his mobile phone.

Originally, he had no pursuit or interest in Hong Buhong, but at this moment, he wanted to make himself a man worthy of her.