"Haha, don't say such ambiguous words. People who don't know would think that we are having an affair. No one will let you tolerate me. If you don't like seeing me, just get out." Song Jiaren pulled An Zhisu along nonchalantly.
He entered the door first and squeezed Zhao Linlin to the back.
Zhao Linlin stamped her foot so hard that she almost broke the high-heeled shoes under her feet. She endured it again and again, and then she stopped arguing with Song Jiaren. Thinking about what An Tingnuan told her, she went to find Manager Li.
Manager Li was chatting with several members of the charity foundation. Zhao Linlin did not go up to interrupt, but waited patiently for him to send those members away before walking up to say hello.
"Oh, hello, Miss Zhao." Manager Li knew Zhao Linlin and responded politely.
Zhao Linlin had a polite smile on her face: "Manager Li, I want to ask you something, but I don't know if it's convenient for Manager Li to tell you."
"Miss Zhao, please tell me." Manager Li didn't say it was convenient or inconvenient, but first listened to what Zhao Linlin asked about.
Zhao Linlin lowered her voice slightly and said a few words to Manager Li.
Manager Li always had a professional smile on his face and said in a somewhat apologetic tone: "Ms. Zhao, I'm sorry, Mr. No. 1 has requested that we keep his identity secret, so I can't tell you.
Please forgive me for his identity."
Zhao Linlin hit a soft spot and shamelessly struggled for a while, but Manager Li never let go, so she had no choice but to return without success.
An Zhisu swiped the card, signed, and took the gift box of jade earrings from the staff. When he walked out, he ran into Zhao Linlin again, but Zhao Linlin just glared at her this time and had no intention of quarreling with them again.
As the victor, Song Jiaren was merciful and did not rub salt into her wounds, and walked out with An Zhisu.
As soon as the two came out, they met Manager Li, who greeted them warmly: "Miss An."
"Manager Li." An Zhisu also nodded to him and said: "Manager Li, do you know the contact information of Mr. No. 1? I have never met him, and he gave me such a big gift. I feel a little sorry.
, I want to say thank you to him in person." An Zhisu was originally going to ask him for the contact information of Mr. No. 1, but the crown he bought for 5.2 million yuan was given to him.
She said thank you and discussed with him to give her a discount and give him the money. She did not accept gifts from strange men.
habit.
When Manager Li heard that An Zhisu had also come to him to ask for information about Mr. No. 1, he put on a professional smile again and told An Zhisu what he had just declined Zhao Linlin.
"That's it." An Zhisu thought for a while, and saw a pen in the pocket of Manager Li's jacket. She politely borrowed it, took out a tissue from her bag, and wrote her own words on it.
Name and number.
"Manager Li, this is my contact information. Please help me transfer it to Mr. No. 1, Manager Li, and convey my thoughts on my behalf. I very much hope that he can contact me." An Zhisu took out the tissue paper with his contact information written on it.
Passed it to Manager Li.
Manager Li smiled and responded: "Okay, Miss An, I will hand it over on your behalf."
An Zhisu thanked him and then left with Song Jiaren.
The two of them took the elevator down to the first floor. An Zhisu's cell phone suddenly rang. She took it out of her handbag and opened it when she saw a WeChat message.
Ye Lancheng: I’ll wait for you in the parking lot.
Seeing the five-character WeChat message sent by Ye Lancheng, An Zhisu blinked, then blinked again to make sure that he had read it correctly, and then became confused.
"What's wrong? Who's looking for you?" Song Jiaren glanced at the screen of her mobile phone politely, and then she was suddenly confused by the words "Waiting for you in the parking lot."
"Did your husband send you the wrong person?" Song Jiaren asked after being confused for a while.
An Zhisu thought it was very possible, and replied with a crackle: Sent to the wrong person?
Song Jiaren clicked her tongue next to her: "Zhisu, you have to go over this matter carefully when you get home. Who did you go out on a date with while you were not at home?"
An Zhisu:......
She felt that Song Jiaren had cheated and had been involved in too many divorce lawsuits, and everything could be related to cheating.
Ye Lancheng cheated?
This is lower than the probability of a comet hitting the earth. According to her observation, Ye Lancheng's daily life is very monotonous, with three-point and one-line activities at the company, at home, and outside entertainment. There are very few social activities, basically two-point and one-line at home and at the company. They got married.
After so long, she had never seen him hanging out with friends. She always felt that Ye Lancheng had nothing but a few childhood friends.
, there are no other friends at all.
Thinking of this, Ye Lancheng's reply came in. She lowered her head and saw that Ye Lancheng only replied to her one position, and it was a shared position.
"Open it quickly and see where he is." Song Jiaren opened Ye Lancheng's location sharing with a kind of excitement, and two dots with arrows were immediately displayed on it.
"Hey, it actually overlapped." Song Jiaren didn't react for a while, but just let out a surprised sound.
"It overlaps!" An Zhisu's reaction was quick: "That doesn't mean we are in the same position!"
Song Jiaren:......
"Let me tell you, the parking lot your husband mentioned is the parking lot of the auction house." Song Jiaren was surprised when she finally realized what she was doing.
An Zhisu nodded blankly: "Theoretically, it seems so."
"Why are you here, Master Ye? Are you here to pick you up?" Song Jiaren asked, scratching her head.
"Probably not, I didn't tell him I was here." An Zhisu shook his head, denying the possibility that Ye Lancheng came to pick her up specially.
"How could it be such a coincidence that you are here and he is also here. And it seems that he has seen you, otherwise he would not have sent you a WeChat message to ask you to find him." Song Jiaren analyzed logically.
An Zhisu nodded: "Yes, what a coincidence. We have been in the auction house. When did he see me?"
Song Jiaren thought about it for a moment, then suddenly she had a flash of inspiration and said in a loud voice: "I, I understand."
"What do you know?" An Zhisu hasn't figured it out yet.
Song Jiaren said excitedly: "Mr. No. 1, Mr. No. 1."
"Mr. No. 1? What's wrong with Mr. No. 1?" An Zhisu looked confused and didn't know what Song Jiaren was excited about.
"Oh my God, are you a pig? Can the reflex arc be longer? What do you think happened to Mr. No. 1?" Song Jiaren's fingers tapped vigorously on the screen of An Zhisu's phone several times.
An Zhisu looked down at Ye Lancheng's profile picture that she had been clicking. After a moment, she finally understood and couldn't help but feel a gasp in her heart.
Mr. No. 1 = Ye Lancheng!
Ye Lancheng = Mr. No. 1! An Zhisu patted his face and asked: "Beauty, am I dreaming?"