After Zhou Yanchen finished speaking, he hung up the phone without hesitation, and that decisive action seemed to be filled with anger.
Chang You stood there, still confused. He stared blankly at his phone which had gone black, his eyebrows slightly raised, his face full of confusion.
"What's wrong with you, boss? Why are you still angry?"
He muttered quietly, his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape, his eyes full of confusion.
"You didn't say anything wrong, did you?"
"Brother You, do you want to copy down this surveillance video?" Seeing the surveillance person looking up at Chang You, he was broken into contemplation.
Chang You quickly came back to his senses after hearing the voice and nodded quickly, "Yes, of course I have to copy it down, do it quickly."
As he spoke, he rubbed his temples with his hands. The stalemate between his wife and boss was really a headache.
The boss must be regretting that his wife got the divorce certificate.
Why else would he suddenly get angry?
Did the lady provoke him?
The boss himself didn't realize that every time he was with his wife, his mood became unstable, but not when he was with Su Xinyao.
It seems that the boss really hasn't realized his own heart yet!
At this moment, Zhou Yanchen felt as if there was a ball of fire blocking his chest. The flames were burning fiercely in his chest, burning his reason.
"In that case, let's just never have anything to do with each other again."
He started the engine directly, and the car made a low roar, as if he was suppressing his anger at the moment, and then drove away violently.
On the way back, Zhou Yanchen's cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the slightly depressing atmosphere in the car.
He frowned, pressed the hands-free button, and said in a cold tone: "Hello."
"Hey, who made our President Zhou angry? Is it because of your sister Yaoyao?"
Bai Heng's teasing voice came from the receiver, with a hint of teasing, echoing in the empty car.
Zhou Yanchen frowned even more tightly, and said in a bad tone: "If you have something to say, then talk about it. If not, then hang up now."
He was in no mood to joke with Bai Heng. He was filled with anger and just wanted to be alone.
"No, do you still consider 놖 a brother? You've been back for a few days, have you contacted 놖 proactively?"
Bai Heng's voice was still smiling, and he didn't seem to mind Zhou Yanchen's indifference.
"Zhou Yanchen, you are so mean. Mocha 1708 is waiting for you to come over for a drink."
"If you don't come, don't blame me for following you home." Bai Heng said to himself.
"Is there anyone else here?" Zhou Yanchen asked.
Bai Heng continued to tease him, "When you say others, do you mean women or men? If it's women, then there must be some."
"Get lost."
Seeing that Zhou Yanchen's tone was getting worse, he had no choice but to say, "Okay, you're kidding, come here quickly, I'll kill you."
Zhou Yanchen turned around in front and rushed towards Mocha.
The scenery outside the car window flashed by like a stream of light, but his mind was not on these things at all. His mind was still lingering with the chaotic emotions in front of him.
Soon, he drove the car to the gate of Mocha.
As soon as the car stopped, he opened the door and got out. His neat movements carried a unique aura.
He casually threw the car key to the waiting valet, who caught it steadily and drove away with skillful movements.
The person in charge of reception at the door saw Zhou Yanchen at a glance, and his face was immediately filled with a respectful smile. He hurriedly bowed to greet him, "Mr. Zhou, have you booked a private room?"
"1708." Zhou Yanchen answered concisely.
"Okay, Mr. Zhou, this way please." The receptionist did not dare to slack off. He slightly bent his waist and stretched out his hand to guide the patient.
In the eyes of these workers, Zhou Yanchen is not an ordinary person. His every move has a huge impact.
He is a person who can use his power to make them lose their jobs at any time.
Although Zhou Yanchen has not appeared in Beijing much in the past two years, his fame has not faded over time, but has become even more prosperous than before.
The receptionist took Zhou Yanchen to door 1708.
At this moment, Bai Heng was immersed in the deafening music in the private room. The strong rhythm seemed to ignite people's souls.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Zhou Yanchen appeared at the door.
Seeing this, Bai Heng quickly reached out and turned down the volume of the stereo.
Then, Bai Heng stood up, with a smile on his face, and walked towards Zhou Yanchen with brisk steps.
He opened his arms, ready to give Zhou Yanchen a warm hug. In his opinion, this was the most normal way of greeting between brothers.
However, Zhou Yanchen frowned, mercilessly slapped him away with one hand, and said in a cold tone: "Don't try this on me."
Bai Heng was not annoyed after being pushed away. He just curled his lips with a hint of ridicule in his eyes, "I didn't expect that our President Zhou is still so... aloof."
He knew that Zhou Yanchen had this kind of personality. He seemed cold, but he was actually warm-hearted, but he just didn't show it easily.
Zhou Yanchen ignored his teasing, walked straight to the sofa, and sat down gracefully.
His legs were naturally crossed, and he leaned back, lazily leaning on the sofa, with an innate nobility and casualness in his posture.
Bai Heng came and sat down beside him. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhou Yanchen carefully.
Seeing that his face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, she couldn't help but frown slightly, "What's wrong with you? Someone messed with you just after you came back?"
"Who is so brave?"
Zhou Yanchen glanced at him indifferently, but his heart was lost in thought.
The relationship between him and Shen Qingli was as complicated as a tangled mess, and few people knew about it, not even Bai Heng.
His thoughts drifted back to the beginning, when Shen Qingli actually asked his grandfather to force him to marry her. At that time, he was full of anger and disgust at this sudden arrangement.
In his eyes, Shen Qingli was like a person who used tricks to restrict his freedom. Not to mention having a good impression of her, he could be said to hate her to the extreme.
However, when he came back and saw her again this time, things seemed to have changed subtly.
He found that his feelings towards her were no longer so purely disgusting, and it seemed that a different feeling was quietly growing in his heart.
This change made him feel a little overwhelmed and even a little panicked.
Thinking of this, he felt extremely irritated, as if countless ants were crawling in his heart.
At this moment, he could no longer suppress his inner annoyance, so he reached out and picked up the wine on the table, and poured himself a glass smoothly.
The amber liquid swayed in the cup, exuding an enchanting aroma. He drank it all in one gulp without hesitation.
As if hoping that this wine could extinguish the inexplicable fire in his heart.
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