Asked to ask, Lu Yao slightly convergence eyes, staring at the woman in front of, "do you need me to send you home?"
"No, don't think I'll thank you for helping me once." Zheng Yun has a pale smile but a cold voice.
"Whatever you want." She took back her eyes, followed her steps, and walked towards the elevator door behind her. The sound of her high-heeled shoes on the floor tiles echoed in the corridor, and her voice was particularly cold. "I hope you can answer the phone in time next time, so as to avoid the trouble like today, I'll go there again."
After waiting for a while, she took the elevator to the first floor. She closed her eyes slightly and recovered her ability. She listened to the "Ding --" sound.
As the elevator door slowly opened, Lu Yao lifted her feet out, and unexpectedly looked up at the old man who was slowly pushed in a wheelchair not far away.
She had met Qi's mother once. When she was in Qi's family, compared with her present appearance, the sense of difference was lamentable.
Qi's mother was powerless to lean on the wheelchair, and her eyes were lax. She was very decadent and could not see any vitality. However, after noticing the woman's sight nearby, she slowly raised her head, and her eyes suddenly became fierce and irritable.
"Lu Yao!" A few meters away, she recognized the person, beating her arms against the wheelchair and growling.
Lu Yao stopped slightly and turned her body completely in the direction of Qi's mother. She looked calm and indifferent, waiting for the wheelchair to slowly approach her.
The little nurse pushing the wheelchair behind him seemed to have some hesitation, slowed down a little, lowered his head and asked tentatively, "why don't I push you around again?"
The old man didn't hear her. Before she could go on talking, she stood up in a wheelchair with heavy feet. Lu Yaojing waited for a while before she came to her face.
Qi's mother's body is slightly hooked. She has been exhausted for a short time. Her breath rises and falls. Her eyes are staring at Lu Yao, as if she would like to see her through.
"You killed my family Yun!" She calmed down for a moment, then suddenly raised her arm and waved it.
Although she exerted all her strength, Lu Yao still seemed to be out of control. She held the arm half way with her lips slightly hooked, almost effortlessly.
She looked down at Qi's mother, deepened her smile and joked: "your daughter wanted to start with me before she died."
With that, she slowly increased the strength of her hand. Seeing that Qi's mother could not bear the pain on her wrist, the blue veins on her forehead slowly burst out, and then she let go of her hand.
Qi's mother was on the verge of falling, and was held by a nurse who came after her. Lu Yao looked at her calmly, "think carefully, it's you who killed Qi Yun."
"What do you say?" Qi Mu's eyes trembled and her breath became heavier because of her extreme anger.
Lu Yao took a wet towel out of her bag and wiped her hands with a look of disgust. "Qi Yun's selfish and vicious nature is all because of your tireless teaching. Some of the dirty things she did were your inspiration and part of your acquiescence. Do you think the set you used to deal with your enemies in your youth can be used for life?"
Speaking of this, Lu Yao sneered, and her eyes were full of sarcasm. "You've been playing with your heart for most of your life. In the end, this is the end. Now you still want to transfer the guilt in your heart to me?"
She stepped forward slowly, and her body leaned forward, forcing Qi Mu's body to retreat gradually. Her eyes trembled with panic and uneasiness.
Lu Yao's serious look, word by word to remind: "Qi Yun was killed by you."
After saying that, the mobile phone in the bag rings at the right time. Lu Yao dodges to open the body, and then walks away with the phone.
"OK, tell Mr. Ji that I'll be there in 15 minutes." Lu Yao gets on the bus, hangs up and starts the engine slowly.
About 15 minutes later, she arrived at Ji's general office. Lu Yao knocked on the door and went in. Before she approached her desk, she heard him say, "you fly to Kyoto tomorrow."
"Good."
Lu Yao stood still. Without asking for any reason, she took the lead in promising to come down. Then her steps gradually approached. Ji Zong raised her head from a pile of documents and nodded to her in a little surprise, "sit down first."
Lu Yao sat down in response, and saw that general manager Ji changed his casual posture, clasped his hands on the table, and slowly explained, "the listening meeting on the economic strategic transformation of the southeast region will be held in the Kyoto City Hall the day after tomorrow. We have two places in Yingxin headquarters, one of which is given to us in Nancheng. I want you to take the place of Zheng Yun."
"Instead?" Lu Yao faintly heard something wrong, "substitution means..."
"The number of participants was reported in advance, and it's too late to make changes, but you don't have to worry about it. As long as you don't stay in the hotel that they cooperate with, there's no problem." Then he pulled out a tag from the drawer and said, "I'll take it to the entrance."
Lu Yao reached out and looked at the name on the tag. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say why.
Looking up at the general look of the season, he is a calm look."All right." Lu Yao bit her teeth and agreed to come down, "but I want to take song Bo with me and let him experience."
"Yes, it's up to you." General manager Ji raised his hand slightly, "then you should go to work first. This is a good learning opportunity. You are ready to make a special speech for you when you come back."
Lu Yao's smile is false. After nodding, she pushes away the chair under her body.
"No problem, Mr. Ji. I'll go back to prepare."
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the next day, Kyoto.
Lu Yao's plane landed and took a taxi to the hotel he had reserved.
Along the way, song Bo seemed particularly nervous and excited. His narrow single eyelid turned left and right. "Director, can I also enter the conference hall?"
Lu Yao glanced her head out of the window. At this time, she was not interested. She just said, "well," and suddenly she thought of something and said, "it's OK to send it to the circle of friends. Next time I swipe the screen, I'll make you black."
"Oh." The man tightened his suit tie. "I see."
After that, there was no response in the carriage. Only the old driver was humming an old song from the 1970s in his mouth, which made people feel confused.
Just as the car body sped by, Lu Yao raised her eyes and saw a familiar building. All of a sudden, she brought out some painful memories buried in her heart, and her eyes went dark.
Slightly inaudible sigh, and then slowly closed his eyes, forced himself to sort out the mood.
Unexpectedly, she just went to sleep. She felt that someone had patted her on the shoulder. Lu Yao opened her eyes slowly and faced song Bo's big face. She was scared.
"Director, here we are." Seeing Lu Yao open his eyes, song Bo quickly went to the trunk and dragged the small luggage box out of the car.
Lu Yao didn't sleep very well these days. Instead, she just fell asleep in the car for more than ten minutes. She opened her eyes and recognized that the car had stopped at the door of the hotel, so she quickly lifted her feet to get out of the car.
At this time, song Bo just pulled down the suitcase when he heard a woman's short grunt in his ear. He hurriedly turned his head to see Lu Yao squatting on the ground, covering his ankle, and his long hair falling to his side, covering his face.
"Director!" He threw away his luggage and hurried to check the situation. After a breath, Lu Yao slowly stood up.
He wiped a sweat on his forehead and looked down to see Lu Yao's left ankle reddish. His bare pink heel had been killed behind him.
She took a breath of air conditioning and pointed to the location of the suitcase. "There's a pair of shoes in it. Give it to me."
"Oh, good." Song Bo is in a hurry to search through the suitcase and find a pair of silver white high-heeled shoes. He can't help but run back to Lu Yao and squat down to change her shoes.
Lu Yao is surprised. The man has already held her feet.
"Song, song Bo, I'll do it myself." She struggled a little, the body almost stood unsteadily, shaking in the arm subconsciously stretched out, and caught a nameless warm object in the air.
It's a man's big palm.
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