The Female Supporting Character Ran off with the Bun (MTL)

24

When Jiang Chong left the venue, the whole city's lanterns first appeared, soaked in the boundless night. 

    The back of the man in front of him was tall, and his dark dark trousers lined his legs more straight and slender. 

    He will never be engulfed by the huge and deep night, but instead possesses the arrogant aura that dominates the lights of Wanjia. 

    Lu Jingyan seems to be talking to people. 

    But the sound of the wind filled the ears, and Jiang Chong could only vaguely hear a few low and broken words. 

    "... Ok ... he ..." 

    Soon, the call ended. 

    Jiang Chong quickly followed Lu Jingyan's pace to the parking lot. 

    He asked, "Mr. Lu, do you need me to book a plane ticket to Z City?" 

    Jiang Chong gasped slightly because of his fast pace, and his tone was a little urgent. 

    "No." Lu Jingyan's eyes sank, and said coldly, "When he returned to Europe." 

    Jiang Chong was a little puzzled, but he still answered quietly, yes. 

    The driver waiting on the Bentley side opened the door respectfully for him, and Lu Jingyan entered the right rear seat. 

    He closed his eyes and leaned his back on the high-end leather seat. 

    Even when taking a nap, the back is still straight. 

    Thin lips squeezed tightly, with pale tiredness at the corners of lips. 

    Jiang Chong looked at the rearview mirror without saying a word, and gave a very soft sigh. 

    The dark and smooth body shuttled silently in the neon flashing night, as noble and cold as its owner. 

    The city's lightscape went backwards, and finally, stopped in front of the most magnificent building in the city center. 

    The elevator rose rapidly and reached the top floor. 

    The spacious office is clean and tidy, with a chilly breath, and no smell of dust.

    The documents placed on the desk are stacked one upon the other and piled high. 

    A subtle buzz of computer operation sounded in the quiet room. 

    Lu Jingyan's dark pupil reflected the complicated reports on the screen. 

    Frowning. 

    Soon after, the senior management of the seven or eight groups walked in suits and shoes with a dignified look, sitting around the small conference table in the president's office. 

    Most of them are middle-aged men in their forties or forties, and some of their temples have been stained with frost. 

    But in the face of the young men who were standing in front of them, not only were they not half dissatisfied, but they were respectful. 

    Since Mr. Lu took over the three major industrial blocks of Oushi four years ago, the group that has been standing for 100 years has unexpectedly developed to an unprecedented level. 

    The huge group has tens of thousands of people up and down. Apart from being awesome to this young president, there is no half jealousy. 

    Lu Jingyan's tireless look in the car disappeared.