Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Before Jiuli could say anything, her cell phone rang. Jiuli continued to complain in her heart that Lin Qingyan's ability was indeed not as good as Lan Xihe's. It was a pity that Lan Xihe no longer had a headache.

Whenever she was here, she could just communicate remotely.

"I'll take a call," he said, and then he stood up and walked to the balcony to answer the phone. His face instantly turned cold, and he was a completely different person from before. "You'd better have something to do. Otherwise, what's the time this month?"

"This is what happened," Lin Qingyan flipped through the memo in his hand, weighing every word carefully so that not a single one was redundant.

Even if it was for his (Lin Qingyan's) bonus, he couldn't possibly wake up the boss at this time, right?

"Got it. I'll be there right away." Jiuli came out from the balcony with a dark face, and it was obvious that he was not doing well.

"Are you going to the company?" Gu Jingnian only took a glance and knew that the call just now must have been from Lin Qingyan!

If he didn't know that Lin Qingyan really had no love for Qingqing, he would have thought that he wanted to steal his wife!

"I have something to do at the company. I'll be back soon. I might be back a little late at night. You don't have to wait for me. Go to bed early." He bent down and took the coat next to him, saying softly.

"Have you forgotten something?" Gu Jingnian blinked and tapped his cheek, "Farewell kiss."

"Niannian, how old are you?" Are you still so spoiled?

"I was still young," he avoided the question, his eyes burning.

"Okay, can I go now?" She stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around Gu Jingnian's neck, and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

"Drive slowly and be careful on the road." Reminder again.

Jiuli waved her hand to indicate that she had noted everything, and drove skillfully out of Guiyueyuan in one go. At the door, Gu Jingnian watched Jiuli go away and drove straight to Jing'an Temple in the suburbs of Beijing.

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he can ask for it for his lover.

Downstairs in the Shang Group, Lin Qingyan was walking back and forth, with no expression of joy or anger on his face. Seeing Xing Tian coming over, he hurriedly trotted after him, following him all the way up the stairs.

While speaking in a low voice, he placed the survey results in Jiuli's hand.

"I understand. Notify all departments to hold a meeting." He flipped through the documents in his hand. "Are you crazy? You're asking me about this? When will you be able to take charge?"

The tone was slightly gloomy, a reprimand with a look of disappointment.

"Yes." Lin Qingyan hung his head and followed Jiuli. How could he be blamed? It was clearly that thing.

"Do you have any objections?" Jiuli narrowed her eyes and spoke in a cold voice.

"No, I'll go and notify them to hold a meeting." Lin Qingyan shook his head. How could he admit such nonsense? ? ?

"Well," a group of people quickly entered the meeting room.

At this time, Gu Jingnian was already standing at the foot of Jing'an Temple.

"Have you really thought it through?" The young man holding a black oil-paper umbrella behind him raised the umbrella to reveal his pale face, and looked at the stone stairs in front of him that were thousands of feet high, his eyes full of complexity.

"Three years ago, I prayed to all the gods and Buddhas to have her come back, but now I want to pray for her to be safe and healthy." He knelt down with a firm gaze and a pious face.

"Safe and sound? Healthy and happy?" With Shang Jiu's character? Would he be a disaster for thousands of years? How could he die so easily?

He shut his mouth tactfully and watched Gu Jingnian bowing his head with every step. He didn't quite understand but supported him. He followed behind him holding an oil-paper umbrella and made a gesture, indicating that the people behind him should wait.

Time passed bit by bit, and then the sky darkened. The group just arrived at the gate of Jing'an Temple.

"Don't you want to rest before going in?" The young man holding the oil-paper umbrella looked at his pale friend with complicated expression.

Don't think he doesn't know that he looks like nothing happened, he's actually just being stubborn, and he said with concern.

After all, it's hard to find such a sucker. On the surface, he stays by Shang Jiu's side obediently, but in reality? He is a top hacker.

"We can't waste time, Qingqing should go back to Guiyueyuan," Gu Jingnian stood up, his steps firm without any change.

"I won't advise you. Anyway, I won't be the one with a lame leg in the future." He said the sarcastic remark skillfully, but his eyes were full of worry.

"Sorry to trouble you later." He said and stepped into the temple.

"I really owe you." He muttered as he followed behind. Was he going to work for Gu Jingnian all his life? !

Listening to Jiang Huaihe's mumbling behind him, Gu Jingnian paused slightly and entered the meditation room. Jiang Huaihe was locked outside the door.

As for what was said inside, I didn't hear anything at all. I only saw Gu Jingnian coming out again with a string of peach pink tourmaline bracelets in his hand, which were gorgeous and yet inexplicably quiet.

"Don't mention this to Qingqing when we go back, understand?" Gu Jingnian warned as he suddenly remembered something as they walked out of Jing'an Temple.

"Okay," Jiang Huaihe agreed straightforwardly. As for the person who found out, it can't be blamed on him, right?

"You'd better keep your word, otherwise, haha." Don't think that the Gu family is gone. He glanced at him with a fierce look.

"I will definitely keep my word, but if Shang Jiu wants to find out, it's not my fault." He patted his chest and almost swore to the sky!

"The Shang family is very busy, she may not have the time." What's more, the business world is like a battlefield, and Qingqing still needs to adapt after being away for three years.

Jiang Huaihe nodded to show that he understood, and chuckled in his heart, "No, brother, you think you are too unimportant!" There was an expression of watching a good show in his eyes.

"I'm not taking any orders recently, so please push me out." Sitting in the back, Gu Jingnian looked down at the blood on his legs.

He should think about how to make Qingqing ignore it.

"Okay." Jiang Huaihe's expression did not change. He could guess with his toes that Shang Jiu would be the center of attention in the future.

The group separated at the fork in the road and went in different directions.

He returned to Guiyueyuan and went back to his room with a guilty conscience. He didn't see Jiuli at all and breathed a sigh of relief.

After a quick wash, he applied ointment on himself, walked to the balcony, sat down on a wooden chair, and slowly made a cup of tea.

At ten o'clock, Gu Jingnian dialed the familiar number with his fingertips, hesitated slightly, and pressed it.

Jiuli, who was in a meeting, heard the bell and squinted to glance at the people from various departments who were sitting below and concentrating on the meeting.

"You watch first and take notes. I'll come over later." Jiuli, realizing that her cell phone was ringing, instructed Lin Qingyan.

He stood up and walked out, leaning against the wall, and answered the call.

"Qingqing, you haven't finished your work yet? What time will you come out?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Gu Jingnian threw the question at him, with a smile on his face, and his anger was dispelled.

"You don't have to wait for me. It'll take me a while to go back. You should go to sleep first." His tone was gentle and calm, without any hesitation or questioning of Lin Qingyan's orders.

"Who's waiting for you? I'm just worried that something might happen to you," Gu Jingnian retorted, "How long is a while? Aunt Wang has cooked wontons."

"I'll be back after this meeting. I have another half an hour." Not wanting to dwell on this issue any longer, Jiuli quickly changed the subject, "Why did you think of calling me?"

"Why not? Or do you have someone else there?" His tone was teasing, but his eyes flashed with coldness.

"No, you alone is enough for me." Another one? Forget it, I'm not interested.

"That's all. I'm hanging up first." He hung up the phone with satisfaction, looked at the wound on his leg, and thought about it carefully.