Chapter 652 Extra - Ye Qingning's Home
"Oh?" Qin Youran glanced at Ye Zhiyuan and sighed lightly, "That's a pity. Why would you do something so despicable when you could be a good planner?"
She looked at Ye Zhiyuan: "Ah Yuan, you're right, aren't you?"
Ye Zhiyuan was unaware of the ins and outs of the matter, so he just smiled awkwardly.
Cheng Cheng immediately declared righteously, "Women who are single-mindedly focused on climbing the social ladder are not suited for our wedding industry."
Qin Youran smiled faintly.
Cheng Cheng's eyes flickered: "But don't worry, we only have this one bad apple in our company, the others are still very professional."
"Okay." Qin Youran nodded. "Let's go to the meeting room."
"Okay, this way please."
Cheng Cheng glanced back at the promotional poster, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.
...
It was a beautiful sunny day, but it suddenly started raining just before I was about to leave work.
Autumn rain is different from spring rain; each layer that falls brings a chill, and with a gust of cold wind, the entire sales office feels desolate.
As soon as it was time to leave work, everyone gradually left.
Fang Tong made a few more calls to customers before stuffing some flyers into his bag and leaving the company.
Holding an umbrella, she walked out of the sales office and headed towards the subway station. The autumn wind, carrying raindrops, blew against her, making her feel quite chilly.
She sneezed unexpectedly, and as she rummaged through her bag for tissues, a car pulled up beside her, and Chen Ci's clear voice rang out.
Fang Tong.
Fang Tong looked up and greeted him, "Dr. Chen."
"Get in the car."
Fang Tong hesitated for a moment, then closed her umbrella and got into the car.
Chen Ci started the car: "If you don't mind, could you come with me to Tianfu Villa first? I need to deliver some ointment. It won't take too long, at most half an hour."
"Okay." Fang Tong agreed, took a tissue to wipe the raindrops off her body, and gently sniffed.
Chen Ci raised his hand and turned on the heater: "Are you cold?"
“A little,” Fang Tong said.
Chen Ci turned up the temperature of the heater a little more.
The access control system recognized the license plate number, and the car smoothly entered Tianfu Courtyard. It continued along the main road, turned a corner, and drove into a residential compound.
Fang Tong belatedly realized that this house seemed to belong to Ye Qingning.
The home of Ye Qingning, the one she had wanted to visit many times to see the garden.
My gaze then shifted to the window, where a dreamlike scene unfolded in the misty rain.
Antique buildings, long and winding corridors, a pond, and a cherry blossom grove adorned with artificial flowers...
The sight made her feel inexplicably dizzy for a moment, and then the scenery in front of her changed. There were maids and palace servants dressed in ancient costumes walking around, bustling and chaotic yet orderly.
Then her gaze followed the corridor and she saw a plaque that read "Chuyun Hall".
As you walk further in, people come out of the hall, still dressed in ancient costumes, exuding nobility, but their faces are blurry.
Just as she was trying to make out the person's face, she felt a sharp pain in her head, which made her gasp and raise her hand to cover her forehead.
"hiss……"
The car had just parked in the parking space when Chen Ci turned to look at her, his tone concerned: "What's wrong?"
Fang Tong didn't respond. Her head was still throbbing, and countless images began to flash through her mind, but none of them were complete or clear.
"Fang Tong!" Chen Ci's tone was a little urgent as he grasped her wrist, intending to take her pulse.
Fang Tong pulled her hand away and, forcing herself to stay awake, replied, "It's nothing... I'm just a little tired..."
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