Irene stood by and watched Wu Qiao eat his work lunch, feeling a little worried.
"Is it okay to eat this? Your body..."
"My health isn't so bad that I can't use it just because I eat a work meal."
She has been going to the company these days. Although her health has recovered a little, she looks a little haggard from all the hard work.
In particular, whether it was a work meal or a nutritious meal, she had no taste in her mouth and there was no difference.
"President Liang said he would take action?"
"This is his problem in the first place. If he doesn't deal with it, is he going to wait for someone else to take his place before taking action?
You don't have to care what he says, because most of it is fake anyway."
I am pretty good to myself, at least I tell a few truths.
Hearing Wu Qiao's complaints, Irene twitched her lips but said nothing.
But the truth is, how can someone who can become the boss of such a big entertainment company be a good person?
It's just that she didn't have much contact with Liang Yi and didn't know what kind of person he was.
"Then you eat first, I'll go get busy."
Wu Qiao nodded, looked at Irene's back as she left, put down the chopsticks in his hand, leaned back in the swivel chair, and sighed deeply.
Her health was indeed improving, and she could feel it, but it was at the cost of her master's life.
There are no major problems now, but what about in the future?
Will this method continue to be used in the next few years?
Li Qing (Bian Zixuan) must have an unknown way. If we can find that person, there may be a glimmer of hope.
I don’t know why, but Wu Qiao just feels this way.
She has always believed in her sixth sense, or even her seventh or eighth sense, because it is very accurate.
What Wu Qiao thought of, Bian Boyan also thought of.
So in order to prevent the little girl from doing something stupid, Dongfang Jin was sent back to Bincheng.
These days, Dongfang Jin rarely sees his little apprentice, and he can't help feeling a little nervous.
The young disciple is quick-witted and naturally cannot just sit there and wait for death. He will definitely find a way.
So, Dongfang Jin came downstairs and just saw Chaoyang fiddling with herbs.
"Chaoyang, where's Qiao Qiao?"
When Chaoyang heard Dongfang Jin's voice, he immediately stood up and turned around, replying respectfully.
"She went to the company and has been working there for the past few days."
Dongfang Jin nodded, then walked out without saying a word, his target being the company.
Of course he was driving another car belonging to Wu Qiao's family.
Looking at the car driving away, Chaoyang hurriedly took out his cell phone to inform his friend.
At the company, Wu Qiao received Chaoyang's call and returned to his office to wait for his master.
Although she didn't know why the master came to find her, it was most likely related to that incident.
About forty minutes later, Dongfang Jin appeared in Wu Qiao's top-floor office.
Half of the seventh floor is Wu Qiao's office, and the other half is a conference room.
There are usually not many people here, but there is someone responsible for cleaning every day.
Seeing the master standing at the door, Wu Qiao smiled and stood up to pour him a glass of warm water.
"Why, do you want to go out for a walk today?"
Dongfang Jin didn't say anything. He looked around and finally, his eyes fell on Wu Qiao's desk.
I walked over a few steps and found several folders there.
These should all be company documents.
But what he was looking for was not these at all, but something else.
In fact, I had guessed long ago that the little girl Chaoyang had tipped off Wu Qiao.
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