After a while, the Wan Jing case was settled and merged into the Fu family.
The first heavy snow fell in Haicheng, the earth was covered with silver, and in the distance was the calm sea.
Breathe into ice.
It was lunch break again. Jiang Shu finished reading and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window from the spring-like interior. The scenery of more than seventy floors looked like snow was flying. Everything was dazzling white, and snowflakes fell towards the world without hesitation.
She stepped out of the flower room and took the initiative to go to Fu Shiyan's office. There was no one there. She guessed that he was probably going to another meeting.
Waited for a while, but didn't wait.
So I walked around his office for the first time.
The files are neatly stacked on the table, and a thermos cup is placed next to the laptop, which looks like the equipment of a veteran cadre.
The important things should be in the computer, but he has many computers and she doesn't know the password.
There are a dazzling array of books on the bookshelf in the back row. Anyone else, Jiang Shu, might have thought it was just pretentious, but if she knew the man in this office, he must have read all of these books. If he picked out any one, he would have it.
's handwritten notes.
There were several pots of cacti and some green plants that she couldn't name on the table, but there were no flowers.
Jiang Shu put his hands behind his hands and thought for a moment, then turned and went to the flower room, moved two pots of small jasmine, and replaced the cactus on his desk. Jasmine tastes good. When you are tired from working, you may look up occasionally and see the beautiful flowers, which should make you feel more relaxed.
Fu Shiyan still hasn't come back.
She simply left.
I went downstairs at the usual time. Unfortunately, I met Zhao Youzhi today.
He came out of nowhere, patted her on the shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Director Jiang, where were you just now?"
Jiang Shu was caught off guard and replied after two seconds of surprise: "Rooftop..."
Zhao Youzhi was surprised: "Rooftop? Then I saw it wrong. I thought you came out of Mr. Fu's private elevator. I was shocked."
Jiang Shu was silent, sweating lightly on his back in the constant-temperature room, feeling scared.
Zhao Youzhi changed his mind quickly: "But what are you going to do on the rooftop?"
Jiang Shu walked to his office, raised his cell phone, and lied without changing his expression: "Shooting in the snow."
Zhao Youzhi immediately became interested: "I took a lot of photos today!"
"It snows in my hometown too, but it doesn't seem as beautiful as Fu's. Do you want to see what I took?"
The boy was quite noisy, but Jiang Shu didn't respond. He quickly changed the subject to another topic: "By the way, it's snowing today. I invited everyone to have hot pot. Director Jiang, are you going?"
His questions this time were a little cautious.
"Xiao Zhao, you have just joined the job, do you have this money?"
"...I just happen to be a newcomer, so I want to get together with everyone."
"I have to look at the situation."
When he got off work, a bunch of people followed Zhao Youzhi to the elevator. Jiang Shu deliberately took two steps slowly and waited for them to leave before going out.
She has been going out and in together with Fu Shiyan these days, so she may need to report it.
She arrived at the garage, but to her surprise, Fu Shiyan's car was not there. She looked around but couldn't find it.
At this time, Fu Shiyan called, and as usual it was a man's deep voice: "Are you down?"
"Come down."
"I asked Mingyuan's driver to pick you up. He's on the way now. Wait a moment?"
Jiang Shu realized something and was surprised: "What about you?"
"Something happened at the construction site in Jinxiu City. I'm going to the hospital now." His tone remained unchanged.