Fan Jie's words provoked everyone to look over.

He stood innocently at the door, stared inside, and blinked.

Liu Zhixing, like a ghost, widened his eyes in shock.

Zhang Chunhua even showed an incredible expression ...

Even Shi Nianyao was surprised.

Fan Jie continued to say, "I'm not here at the right time? Would you like ... you're all done, I'll come in again?"

Liu Zhixing hurried forward, "Mr. Fan, you are here!"

Fan Jie nodded and said shyly: "I'm sorry, something happened suddenly yesterday, so I planned to make adjustments. Well, I don't invite you today. Will you have no time?

"How could it be! Absolutely there is time!" Liu Zhixing turned back and just stared at Qiao Lian, and now he had become dog-legged and Yan Yuesi.

Qiao Lianmuran nodded.

In the conference room, the rest have already left.

Qiao Lian picked up the recording pen, and publicly spoke, "Mr. Fan, would you mind if I record our conversation today?"

Fan Jie scratched his head. "Little sister-in-law ... are you still angry?"

Qiao Lian looked down, "No."

She was really not angry, she was just disappointed.

Fan Jie could not help herself, she understood.

But she understands better ... Fan Jie is only a friend of Shen Liangchuan, not her love.

Therefore, it is better to keep a proper distance.

"Little sister, I ..."

"Mr. Fan, can we start the interview?"

Fan Jie stopped talking, and finally bowed his head, "OK."

After the interview, Qiao Lian shook hands with him, "Thank you for your cooperation."

Alien and polite.

Fan Jie opened his mouth, and finally sighed, "You're welcome."

After shaking hands, Qiao Lian sent him downstairs.

When Fan Jie left, Qiao Lian returned to the upstairs and put all her attention on the interview draft.

But after writing the interview draft, time became difficult.

Her thoughts could not help returning to the scene of last night.

Immediately, I could not help but smile a bitterly.

Even if the dog in your own house is in a bad mood, you kick him and apologize afterwards.

But for Shen Liangchuan, what is she?

Qiao Lian suppressed his bitter heart and did not let himself think about it again.

Six p.m.

Everyone in the company has been off work one after another.

Qiao Lian shut down the computer, but didn't want to leave.

But although she didn't want to see Shen Liangchuan, Qiao Yi was waiting for her at home.

When she was going downstairs and was about to take a taxi, a low-key car slowly drove beside her.

She glanced slightly at the familiar car.

Immediately, the front passenger seat door was pushed open, and she saw that Shen Liangchuan was sitting in the driver's seat and was watching her at the moment.

He should not have had a good rest last night, a little tired on his rare face, but still cold and noble.

Qiao Lian clenched her fists and stood still.

She didn't want to get in the car.

But he was so stubborn to confront her silently, as if she would not go up, he would not leave.

The door was still open, and people around him were aware of the strangeness here, and some people came to see it curiously.

Shen Liangchuan did not bring sunglasses and masks today.

As soon as this idea came out, Qiao Lian gritted his teeth.

After all, got in the car.

Just closed the door, but saw Shen Liangchuan expressionlessly handed her a document.

Seeing the file name, Qiao Lian winced.