Gu Lian boarded the plane around 4:30 after completing the procedures, and landed at around 7:00.
Lu Zechen was already having a hard time on the way back. He went back to the company to deal with a few projects, and then received a call from Yan Han and made an appointment for a dinner.
Song Xiang was not here, it was just the two of them and a few new officials who had just taken office in the imperial capital.
The conversation lasted until nearly eight o'clock. When they came out of the restaurant, only he and Yan Han were left.
"By putting on a bad face all night, are you practicing your father's funeral in advance?" Yan Han teased him.
There were not many people on the roadside. He smoked a cigarette and handed it to Yan Han, frowning and said: "Gu Lian went to Shanghai."
Yan Yanhan was surprised, "She is alone?"
"And Wen Shaoyi's cheap nephew."
Yan Han thought about the character Wen Shaoyi in his mind and barely remembered it.
"Thinking of her, why don't you go with her?"
"She won't let me." Lu Zechen took a puff of cigarette.
Although Yan Han held a cigarette, he didn't light it for a long time, "If she doesn't let you, you won't go?"
"You don't understand." Lu Zechen knelt down directly on the curb, "She is different from Song Xiang and difficult to deal with."
Yan Yanhan snorted, "Everything remains the same. It's all the same."
Lu Zechen raised his head with a complicated expression, "Are you analyzing women in front of me?"
Damn it.
She gave him a stern look and said, "Based on my experience, I'm not qualified to guide you?"
Lu Zechen: "..."
There is nothing wrong with this. He has been among thousands of flowers, but he has never been in a serious relationship. Yan Han has been entangled with Song Xiang for five or six years, but he got the first chance to get married. Everyone in the circle does not envy him.
He took a deep breath of cigarette and raised his chin towards Yan Han, "Then you analyze it?"
"Maybe she's waiting for you to go." Yan Han didn't even think about it.
Lu Zechen raised his eyebrows, "How do you say that?"
"Look at your phone to see if her location is enabled."
Lu Zechen hissed, regained his intelligence instantly, and quickly took out his mobile phone.
Gu Lian should have gotten off the plane. The location was clearly on but kept changing. He was probably in a taxi.
Ignoring Yan Han, he immediately sent a message to Gu Lian and asked her where she was.
On the side of the road, two rows of bodyguards were guarding the side. Yan Han was holding the book with one hand, his posture was outstanding, and he held a cigarette between his fingertips, but he did not light it. Lu Zechen also looked good, but he was squatting next to Yan Han, looking a little... nondescript.
From time to time, people would come out of the restaurant. When they saw the two of them, they wanted to go up to say hello but couldn't figure out the situation. No one dared to step forward rashly.
"Hey, why didn't she reply to me?" Lu Zechen asked.
Yan Han: "Either I really didn't see it, or it was intentional."
"Aren't you talking nonsense?"
Yan Han: "Then don't ask me."
"Don't mention it, if you analyze it further, do you think it's more likely that you didn't see it, or is it more likely that it was intentional?"
Yan Han: "You don't know how to call directly?"
"Tsk, it's easy to lose control this way, do you understand?"
"Can I have a wife if I take the initiative?" the souls of married people ask.
Lu Zechen squatted down for a moment, raised his head, and blinked.
"you're right."
With that said, he was about to call Gu Lian.
Yan Han was speechless. He really didn't want to be embarrassed by standing on the roadside with him, so he got in the car without even saying hello.
Song Xiang had not had much appetite recently. Before he came out, he sent him a message saying that he wanted to eat the same type of elbow from An Xuyue's store in the north of the city, and he had to pick it out himself.
Over there, Yan Han got in the car, and Lu Zechen got through on the phone.
"Hello -" Gu Lian's pleasant voice came over.
Lu Zechen licked his lower lip, inexplicably nervous.