She looked around, and when she came out of the house, she was alone.

She had already made up her mind that even if she was alone, she would carry the company left behind by Ji Jingchen.

I had no idea there were so many people working with her.

He smiled at them with a comfortable smile and bent down.

“Please take care of me.”

After discussing it with manager Yang for a while, Wen Sweet and sweet came out with the data of the clock leaving, and dialed his phone.

I called several times and there was no news.

Wen Sweet and sweet had to find the address of Zhong away from home and drive to find it.

From the time Wen Sweet first met Ji Jingchen, Zhong Yuan seemed to have been following Ji Jingchen.

According to manager Yang, although Zhong looked young, he was one of several people who founded the M.I Group with Ji Jingchen.

Under such circumstances, he will not leave easily.

Warm sweet and sweet driving, came to the community where the clock is away from the residence.

Upstairs, warm sweet and sweet to check the information in hand, stopped in front of a door, directly raised his hand to pat the door.

“The clock off?The clock is gone!”

After shouting for a while, before waiting for the door to open, the door next door opened a slit.

A woman who looked in her early fifties leaned out and looked alertly at the sweetness.

“Who are you looking for?”

"Hello."Warm sweetness turned her head and asked, “Is the clock away from here, please stay here?”

The man looked at the door of the clock and said, “Oh, I didn’t come back when I went out yesterday.”What are you looking for him?”

She shook her head and was about to leave, but the man suddenly stopped her.

"I remember!Aren’t you just sweet?”

I didn’t know anyone knew me.

As soon as the other party identified her identity, she quickly opened the door and looked at her with a face.

"I heard that the Ji family was on fire a few days ago, and Ji Jingchen was burned to death, is it true?"

Warm sweet sweet heard this sentence, the body earthquake a sharp earthquake.

After a while, I finally returned to God.

"No, it's okay."

The man said, “Really?But how can I hear that the president of the M.I. Group has not been rescued?”

"Please don't listen to rumors."

Sweet and sweet frowned and pulled the man open his hand.

"If the clock leaves, please let him contact me, thank you."

With that, she turned around and walked downstairs.

But the man refused to stop.

“Wait, you haven’t made it clear yet that such a big fire can survive?”

Behind him came the man’s questioning voice.

Warm and sweet feet, turning his head.

"Because he's Ji Jingchen."

The sound of the firmness froze the man, and suddenly calmed down.

Sweet and sweet, he turned his head and straightened his back.

Before I got into the car, I suddenly heard the voices of two people on the other side of the street.

"It's been a day of drinking, and if something happens, we can't afford it."

“If not, call the police.”

Warm sweet and sweet turned to look, just saw a roadside a door, a few people standing outside, the ground is still lying on a person.

The look on the ground is familiar.

She walked past incredulously, just nearer, and as soon as she saw the man's face, she quickly opened her eyes wide.

The clock off?

Warm sweet and sweet hurried over, as soon as they approached, they smelled a strong smell of wine.

She wanted to pick up the clock, but the other party was so drunk that she collapsed on the ground, her eyes were closed, and her face was still slightly blue.

She frowned and looked up at the man who had begun to call the police.

"Don't call the police, I know him, I'll take him to the hospital."

The man looked at the sweetness hesitantly, and maybe he didn't want to do much, and nodded his head.

"Take him away and let us open the store."

Warm sweet squatted down and watched the clock on the ground.

The suit on his body had been kneaded into a clump, full of folds and stains, and with some coal ash on it...

Warm sweet and sweet licked the corner of the mouth, silent, and the clock was lifted up hard, and sent to the car.

moderate alcohol poisoning.

The clock was sent to the hospital to wash the stomach, re-hanging a little bit, and the face finally improved a little.

Warm sweet and sweet standing by the bedside, watching the clock change down, put on the chair of the suit.

The coal ash above should have been stained on the burned ruins of the Ji family, right?

She sighed.

Halfway through, the clock in the bed wakes up.

The effects of alcohol, which had not yet faded, affected his nerves, and he frowned and pondered for a moment.

When he saw the sweetness sitting next to him, his face changed.

“Miss Wen...”

He heard the sound, took back his confused thoughts and turned to him.

But the clock went away from the next second and sat up hard from the hospital bed.

She just wanted to reach out and stop, only to hear a pounce, and the clock fell on its knees directly on the ground.

The sweet gesture paused and looked at him.

The clock was low, and there was regret in the voice.

“It was my fault!”

"If it weren't for me, the company wouldn't have happened, and it wouldn't have happened to the discipline, it would have been my fault!"

He gritted his teeth and regretted, “If I had been careful, I would not have been fooled or I would have lost the company.

He took his hand back and looked down at him, his eyes calm.

“Is it enough?”

The clock frowned, the head lower, clenched its teeth, and the hands on both sides clenched into fists.

“I...”

“How long will it take you to get back to the company?”Sweet and sweet.

He looked up at her in amazement.

At that moment, warm and sweet to see his eyes slightly red, there was water in his eyes.

"I... I don't deserve to go back."

“So you’re going to leave the company and keep hiding and drinking?”Sweet and cold sound.

The clock is hard to open.

“I...”

“The clock is gone.”She suddenly screamed at him.“The company is still there.”

Her voice softened a little, continued: "You are more familiar with the M.I Group than any of us, if Ji Jingchen is here now, will let you fall?" 」

The clock choked off the throat.

The water in his eyes was more abundant, looking at the sweetness of his eyes, and he clasped his mouth tightly, as if he were worried that he would cry out in the next second.

Wen Sweet took a step forward and continued: "I want to hold on to Ji Jingchen's things, I want to leave his home and company, and wait for Ji Jingchen to return."

"But I can't do it alone."

The clock hesitated.

“If I were again...”

“Has the narl your mind ever surprised you?”Sweetness interrupted him and inquired.

The clock was startled and shook his head.

Sweet and sweet, raise the corners of the mouth, and slowly smile.

"So, that's my answer."

Then she turned around and took two steps.

The position of the special assistant to the president of the M.I Group is always waiting for you.

She opened the door and prepared to go out.

The clock fell to his knees, and he bowed his head slowly, and his forehead was on the ground.

The room was so quiet that I could only see the light of water flowing from his fingers.

“Miss Wen!”

Suddenly, he raised his voice, as if he were running out of his whole body.

The sweet gesture stopped.

The clock continued to shout, “Tomorrow!The president's special assistant will be on time to report to the company!"

His screams were loud and he was crying.

“Hmm.”

Warm sweet and sweet softly responded, then opened the door, and walked out.