Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

The streets in the east and south of the city were blocked by a steel torrent of large trucks. The doors of the trucks were wide open. Households were holding certificates issued by the property management and wearing thick raincoats, carrying boxes of food and medicine. The scene was very bustling with people coming and going.

Everything was in good order. Shangshi's red banner became brighter and brighter in the rain. The media who had obtained the materials not far away retreated with satisfaction, sighing that Shangshi was worthy of being the leading enterprise in China. With such strength, it must have invested a lot of money.

Gu Jingnian looked at the heavy rain outside, his eyes became more determined, and he strode towards the garage. Then the pearly red McLaren drove out of Laurel Courtyard and headed straight for Shang's.

"Qingqing," Gu Jingnian quickly turned the steering wheel, the wheels rubbed against the ground, drifting rapidly, and his voice was clearly read.

After parking in the underground parking lot, Gu Jingnian went straight upstairs. The receptionist who was about to come over to stop him gave way almost instantly when he noticed the highly recognizable face.

Leaning on his knees against the office door, Gu Jingnian suddenly stopped and felt a little nervous.

"Young Master Gu?" Lin Qingyan was holding the documents and blurted out in surprise when he saw the young man at the door.

"Is it you?" Gu Jingnian raised his eyes, his eyes flashed with extreme sharpness for a moment, his tone sank slightly, his face returned to its usual coldness, and he put his hands behind his back without leaving a trace.

His eyes swept over Lin Qingyan. He was still the same as he was three years ago, only more mature, steady and elegant.

"Mr. Shang is in there," Lin Qingyan took a quick glance and lowered his eyebrows. The boss's preferences really haven't changed.

After three years of hard work, there was actually no change in Gu Jingnian.

"Yeah." He took a deep breath to ease his tension.

I heard a sound of "come in" from inside and pushed the door open. The office was very large and low-key, as if its owner had never left.

"Is there anything else?" Jiuli didn't even raise her eyelids, her tone was slightly heavy, and it was obvious that she was not in a good mood.

Lin Qingyan lowered his eyes. What? Did the boss want to go back and kneel on the washboard? Then a folder hit his chest.

"Speak!" His tone was extremely cold, but it became gentle the next second. "Why are you here? Why don't you speak?"

"Come and sit down." He waved at Gu Jingnian, "Why don't you go out? What are you doing standing here?"

"I'll be out right away." Lin Qingyan quickly put the document on the table. "This is the report that was just delivered. Remember to read it."

He almost slipped away without a second thought, and when he closed the door, he could only hear the boss's coaxing voice from inside, which was extremely gentle, and it was completely different from the way he treated him. It was really too much.

"Niannian," Jiuli stood up and walked beside Gu Jingnian, "What's wrong? Who made you angry again? Let me help you vent your anger?"

Gu Jingnian lowered his head slightly, with a flash of gloom and madness in his eyes. Qingqing could only be his, but he knew very well that Lin Qingyan was just an assistant who could be used. The moment he raised his eyes, his eyes softened.

"No one bothers me, I just miss you." His voice was full of affection and his eyes were full of love.

"Missed me?" Jiuli smiled.

"I really want to," Gu Jingnian lowered his eyebrows slightly, his eyes gloomy.

"How much do you miss it?" He nodded at Gu Jingnian casually.

"I miss you very much." Gu Jingnian's breathing paused, and then he said.

"Nian Nian," Jiuli gently touched Gu Jingnian's forehead, "I miss you too. We haven't gotten along well for three years."

Hearing this, Gu Jingnian's breathing changed slightly, with a bitter smile in his eyes. That year flashed through his mind, and he calmed down in an instant.

"Are you done with your work?" He touched his forehead, glanced at the pile of documents on the desk, and said with a teasing tone.

"No, I still have time to kiss you." His eyes swept across the documents and his fingertips hooked Gu Jingnian's chin.

With his eyes slightly closed, Gu Jingnian raised his face slightly, allowing the cool touch to fall on his lips, and clenched his hands into fists.

"Let's go home together later?" Jiuli stretched out her hand and interlocked her fingers with Gu Jingnian. She paused for a moment, giving a hint.

"Okay." His eyelids drooped slightly, leaving only a faint red at the corners of his eyes, with a hint of madness, and his voice became slightly lower.

"Agree to me so easily? Huh?" She pressed her fingertips on Gu Jingnian's hand, her words full of teasing.

"Qingqing, I'm very good," Gu Jingnian's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was full of tenderness and coaxing.

"Wait for me here. If you're bored, feel free to read those books. Let's go out for dinner together later?" Jiuli's expression flickered slightly.

"Okay, go ahead and do your work. I'll wait for you." Eating? He was looking forward to it. "What are we going to eat?"

"You love fish the most? So why not order a fish feast?" He casually picked up the report beside him and looked at it without raising his head.

"Okay." Gu Jingnian picked up a book and flipped through it casually.

Time passed by little by little, and the sky seemed to have not changed. It was just like dark clouds pressing down on the city, and it was pitch black.

Gu Jingnian looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking. No matter what, his Qingqing would never be the kind of person who was so gentle that she had no temper at all. She must be very sad, right? No one could save her in the past three years, and his expression was gloomy.

Suddenly, someone hugged my waist tightly, with both hands clenched. I subconsciously lowered my head to look. The arm around my waist was soft, not at all like the strength it revealed three years ago. My heart ached.

"My dear," Gu Jingnian gently placed his hand on Jiuli's hand, "It hasn't been easy for you these past three years, has it?"

"It's over, we still have a long way to go." Jiuli paused before continuing, "Let's go, let's go eat."

"Yeah," his eyes inadvertently swept over Jiuli, and quickly looked away, "I drove here,"

"Then leave it here, I'll ask someone to drive it back," Jiuli said without hesitation. It was just one car, and she had many garages.

They walked slowly into the elevator with their fingers intertwined and arrived at the underground parking lot. Gu Jingnian stretched out his hand to open the passenger seat and carefully put his hand above Jiuli's head. He waited for Jiuli to sit down before driving.

"Qingqing, fasten your seat belt. We are about to set off. Are we going to the same Yu Zhiwei restaurant as before?" She said as she fastened her seat belt with a loving look in her eyes.

"Okay, it's your eating habits at his place. I'm a little sleepy, call me when you get there." He yawned.

"Take a break if you are tired. I know the way." Those memories have not only not faded with time, but have become more vivid.

"Yeah." Jiuli responded and closed her eyes to rest.

Gu Jingnian drove very slowly on the road, causing a lot of anger among the crowd, but he suppressed his anger when he saw the brand of the car. Why the hell did he meet Shang Jiuli? ? ?

She drives so slowly? Shang Jiu was a famous racing driver when he was young. Although he was slandering her in his heart, he still gave way obediently.

Xing Tian stopped in front of Yu Zhiwei's door. Yu Zhiwei's doorman ran down quickly and waited for instructions from the person in the car.

His heart was in high gear, even if he was very blind he would not fail to recognize that the car belonged to Mr. Shang Jiu!

He stood with his head bowed, trying to suppress his increasingly rapid heartbeat.

Inside the car, Gu Jingnian parked the car, unbuckled his seat belt, and then looked at Jiuli, who was resting with her eyes closed, with an unparalleled look.

"Qingqing, we're here." Gu Jingnian lowered his voice, naturally with a gentle tone.

"Well, get off the car, I have arranged everything." Jiuli said.