"Well, this time, but Yunle helped a lot, he is really getting better and better." Qu Yan deliberately praised.

However, Ji Zhuoran was not fooled at all. Instead, he followed her words and continued,

"That said, it seems that I can thank Yunle a lot in the future."

There was a kind of elder brother in his tone, as if he really regarded Zhong Yunle as his own brother.

Qu Yan gritted his teeth.

This guy is also ready to mobilize.

"No, Yunle is not doing these things for you. You should save it," she sneered, and then said again, "By the way, he came to G City to accompany me to deal with Cheng Shao's affairs this time, you should No comments?"

His voice on the other end of the phone was just a stop.

"There are opinions," he said decisively.

Qu Yan smiled, "Is there any opinion? You hold it back for me too!"

Hang up directly after speaking.

She didn't come to ask for his consent, she came to irritate him on purpose.

On the phone side, looking at the phone that had prompted the call to disconnect, Ji Zhuoran stretched out his hand and rubbed his temple.

It seems that something else is causing him a headache.

But even so, Ji Zhuoran ordered to go on looking for Li Chang, and that night, Qu Yan received a message from Xiaolin.

"Madam, Li Chang has been found and will be sent back to China within three days."

"Well, good." Qu Yan was still very satisfied with the efficiency of Ji Zhuoran's staff.

"Then madam, do you have any more orders?" Xiao Lin asked.

"It's okay," Qu Yan said, about to hang up and say goodbye to Xiaolin, when suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Why did you tell me these things today, what about Ji Zhuoran?"

"Boss... he has a headache again," Kobayashi said embarrassedly, "Madam, you still don't want to stimulate the BOSS anymore. After you leave, he also blames himself and his health is getting worse."

What does this have to do with her?

Qu Yan knew that Ji Zhuoran was able to suffer from the current headache because he had done too much of his own wickedness and had done it for him alive.

She would not sympathize with this **** man! Not at all!

Xiao Lin, who only suffered from the other end of the phone, was holding his mobile phone, waiting nervously for Qu Yan's reply.

However, Qu Yan only replied coldly: "You tell him that he must really think well, let me go as soon as possible, and let him go, if you continue to procrastinate, he will only have more headaches."

After speaking, Qu Yan hung up the phone.

I have to say, it feels so good to throw this dog man away after he runs out!

However, she was sitting on the chair, and somehow, she felt as if a needle had grown on the chair.

She got up and wanted to take two steps, but she felt that the slippers under her feet were too big to follow her feet, and her walking was not smooth; when she walked with her shoes off, the ground was too cold.

So Qu Yan was anxious and walked around the hotel room like an ant on a hot pan.

After a while, she finally felt something was wrong.

She was fidgeting.

Why?

Qu Yan had an answer vaguely in his heart.

She knew that she hadn't let Ji Zhuoran go as far as she had imagined.

But the past, scenes reappeared in her mind, her sudden auditory hallucinations, her postpartum depression, and her lost Xiao Rui...

Thinking of these things, Qu Yan's heart still seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand.

She felt like she was in a tug-of-war match, and the force on one side was asking her to ask Ji Zhuoran what happened again; the force on the other side told her to leave the **** alone, he had nothing to do with her.

What about her? She is the rope that has been torn away.

Ji Zhuoran is the organizer of this tug of war...

Qu Yan didn't understand why he had such a weird idea.

However, after a while, Qu Yan still comforted himself, "I still need him. I will throw him away when I use it up. Hold on and hold on now."

After speaking, she took out her mobile phone decisively and called Ji Zhuoran again.

Toot, toot, toot...

This time, the waiting time for the phone was unusually long. After a while, the man's hoarse and **** voice rang on the other end of the phone.

"Small smoke?"

He seemed to have only woken up from a nightmare, and his always calm and sober voice also contained a trace of haziness and confusion.

As soon as he heard his voice, Qu Yan knew that he had to go to sleep for a while because of a headache.

"Well, I want to ask you, and ask you, Li Chang has found it, but Zhang Qian hasn't yet. Don't let up your staff abroad, but continue to look for it." Qu Yan found an excuse at random and said. Two sentences.

He listened over there, but said: "Don't worry, Zhang Qian, I have found his son's school status information, and I will be able to find him soon."

"Well, that's good." Qu Yan listened absently, and what he wanted to ask was obviously another question.

What happened to his headache?