But there is still a question.
She subconsciously looked at the person next to her who was much taller than her. "He is still the young master of the Lu family, after all. Why is he so dishonest and just sitting here eating and waiting to die?"
Lu Xingchuan never expected such words. Just as he was about to refute, Jiang Yubai spoke slowly.
"Perhaps Uncle Lu thinks this guy is unruly. Mr. Yun, please wait for me. Once I finish the things on hand, we can set off. Please."
As he spoke, he walked to his desk. Looking at the piles of documents on the table, the girl felt that this scene was very familiar, just like when she was in the office before.
The office is not small and has everything you need, including a sofa, coffee machine, and TV.
She had just sat down on the sofa when Lu Xingchuan rushed over and stared at her with a shocked look on his face.
"Brother, I'm not going to take you to that kind of occasion next time, am I?"
"Which one?"
The lifestyle of rich people is inevitably somewhat different from that of ordinary people. It is normal for a young man to be surrounded by beautiful women.
But when she heard these words, Yun Wanning actually raised her eyebrows in surprise.
What? Could it be that Jiang Yubai was also so extravagant? Why didn't I see that he was this kind of person before?
The entire office was so quiet that only the sound of the TV could be heard.
What was being played was still the traditional Chinese painting competition that had been held in the gymnasium. The girl in the competition looked very dazzling.
Looking at the paintings displayed in front of the camera, Lu Xingchuan beside him suddenly hissed, pinching his chin with his fingers as if he was thinking about something.
"Boss Yun, your painting style feels so familiar to me. It feels like I've seen it somewhere..."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough to reach this person's ears.
Jiang Yubai paused as he signed, then continued working. Yun Wanning, standing beside him, remained calm.
"Oh? Where have you seen him?"
He didn't notice the change in the looks around him, only lowering his head in thought. "Now that you mention it, I really can't recall, but I think I've seen this style of painting before. Mr. Yun, have you found a master in the Chinese painting world?"
Before the girl could answer, the people around her clapped their hands as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"I figured it out! The style of the painting is a bit like Master Mo, Mr. Yun, could it be that Master Mo is your teacher?"
Looking into the other person's curious eyes, the little girl shook her head firmly. "No."
That guy is not qualified to be her teacher.
While the two were chatting, Jiang Yubai had almost finished the work in his hands.
In the end, the three people left the Jiang Building side by side, and the moment they left the building was also photographed by the reporters who had been squatting there.
The sky gradually darkened, and we were getting further and further away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It seemed that we were leaving the city center and heading to the suburbs.
But the silence did not last long, and the noisy sound came again.
The hustle and bustle in front of me is very different from the hustle and bustle in the city center.
Looking at the environment in front of her, Yun Wanning raised her eyebrows with interest.
The modified car was very cool, and the men and women around it cheered enthusiastically in the audience. The hot summer made this enthusiasm infinitely amplified.
Is Jiang Yubai bringing her to... the racetrack? The cars before her, racing against the wind, looked incredibly impressive, and the atmosphere in the surrounding audience seats was also incredibly high.
So... this is the place to eat?
This game seemed to be over, and thunderous applause and screams came from the audience.
Seeing this, Yun Wanning subconsciously looked towards the finish line, only to see a man in a red racing suit getting out of the car with a smile on his face that the racer next to him did not have.
He greeted the audience in the audience very generously.
Judging from the situation at the scene, this man should be the champion of this game.
The heat was rising all around, but the scorching temperature did not disturb the enthusiasm of the audience. In fact, it made them even more enthusiastic.
"How about it?"
Jiang Yubai came to her side and followed her gaze to look at the stadium in the distance. Although the distance was a bit far, it was not difficult to see that this game was over.
The champion has also emerged.
"What's going on?" Yun Wanning turned to look at the man's delicate profile. "The atmosphere of the venue or... that racer?"
Turning his head sideways, he met the girl's deep eyes, which were filled with a hint of smile. "Both."
He hadn't overlooked the girl's expression when she saw the racetrack. She seemed a little surprised, even...excited. Although she had calmed down now, he must have seen it right.
Hearing such a question, the girl pursed her lips.
"The venue is nice. I guess they spent a lot of money on the phone. As for the racer just now..." She shook her head and said, "He needs to hone his skills."
"Boss Yun, do you also know about racing?"
Lu Xingchuan on the side hadn't said anything, but when he heard these words, he obviously couldn't help himself.
Was his understanding too one-sided? He had a feeling that girls wouldn't be interested in racing. Not only girls, but even he wasn't particularly fond of it.
The racing car at home was bought just because it looks good.
Noticing the familiar gazes around her, the little girl nodded. "I know a little bit."
Not to mention racing, his driving skills have become incredibly mature when he was on international missions before, for the sake of his own safety.
Jiang Yubai wanted to say something else, but when the words came to his lips, the phone in his pocket rang on time.
Looking at the caller ID above, he frowned.
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