"Haha, don't say such ambiguous words, those who don't know think we're having lace. No one lets you take it on me. If you don't like seeing me, you'll get out." Song Jiaren pulled An Zhisu indifferently and then entered the door first, pushing Zhao Linlin behind.

Zhao Linlin stomped her feet hard and almost broke the high heels under her feet. She endured it and then stopped arguing with Song Jiaren. Thinking about what An Tingnuan told her, she went to find Manager Li.

Manager Li was chatting with several members of the charity foundation. Zhao Linlin did not go up and interrupted, but patiently waited for him to send the members away before walking forward to say hello.

"Oh, Miss Zhao, hello." Manager Li knew Zhao Linlin and responded politely.

Zhao Linlin had a polite smile on her face: "Manager Li, I want to inquire about something from you, but I don't know that Manager Li is not convenient to inform you."

"Miss Zhao, please tell me." Manager Li didn't say it was convenient or inconvenient, but listened to what Zhao Linlin asked about first.

Zhao Linlin lowered her voice and said a few words to Manager Li.

Manager Li always had a professional smile that was not offensive on his face, and said with a somewhat apologetic tone: "Ms. Zhao, I'm sorry, Mr. No. 1 has requested that we hope that we can keep his identity confidential to the outside world, so I can't tell you his identity, please forgive me."

Zhao Linlin touched a soft nail and wooed her for a while, but Manager Li never let her go, and she had to return in vain.

An Zhisu swiped the card, signed the letter, took the gift box of jade earrings from the staff, and met Zhao Linlin again when she walked out, but Zhao Linlin just glared at her this time and had no intention of quarreling with them again.

As the victorious side, Song Jiaren was so compassionate that she did not sprinkle salt on her wounds and walked out with An Zhisu.

As soon as the two came out, they met Manager Li. Manager Li greeted them warmly: "Ms. An."

"Manager Li." An Zhisu also nodded to him and said, "Manager Li, do you know the contact information of Mr. No. 1? I don't know him. He gave me such a big gift. I feel a little sorry and want to thank him in person." An Zhisu was originally about to find him to ask for contact information of Mr. No. 1. The crown he had spent 5.2 million yuan to hand it over to himself. He also wanted to thank him for his reason. By the way, he would like to discuss asking him to give him a discount and give him the money. She did not accept gifts from strangers.

a habit.

When Manager Li heard that An Zhisu also came to ask for information about Mr. No. 1, he smiled again and said to An Zhisu what he had just declined Zhao Linlin.

"That's it." An Zhisu thought for a while, and saw a pen in Manager Li's pocket. She politely borrowed it, took out a tissue from her bag, and wrote down her name and number on it.

"Manager Li, this is my contact information. Please help me transfer it to Mr. No. 1 and convey my meaning on my behalf. I really hope he can contact me." An Zhisu handed the tissue with his contact information to Manager Li.

Manager Li smiled and replied: "Okay, Miss An, I will forward it on my behalf."

An Zhisu thanked him and then left with Song Jiaren.

The two took the elevator to the first floor. An Zhisu's cell phone suddenly rang. She took out the phone from her handbag and opened it when she saw it was a WeChat message.

Ye Lancheng: The parking lot is waiting for you.

Seeing the five-word WeChat message sent by Ye Lancheng, An Zhisu blinked and then blinked. After confirming that he had read it correctly, he was stunned.

"What's wrong? Who is looking for you?" Song Jiaren glanced at her mobile phone screen without hesitation, and then suddenly she was confused by the five words "The parking lot is waiting for you".

"Did your husband send the wrong person?" Song Jiaren asked for a moment of confusion.

An Zhisu felt it was very likely, and he replied: Did you send the wrong person?

Song Jiaren tsk beside her, "Zhisu, you have to go home and have to review this matter carefully. Who are you going out to date when you are not at home?"

An Zhisu:...

She felt that Song Jiaren had cheated too much divorce lawsuit, and everything could be related to cheating.

Ye Lancheng cheated?

This is lower than the probability of a comet hitting the earth. According to her observation, Ye Lancheng's daily life is very monotonous. The company, home, and outside social activities are very few, and basically the two-point line between the family and the company. They have been married for so long and have never seen him go out with friends. She always feels that Ye Lancheng has apart from a few childhood friends.

, there are no other friends at all.

Thinking of this, Ye Lancheng's reply came in. She looked down and saw that Ye Lancheng had only returned to her one location, and it was a shared location.

"Open it quickly and see where he is." Song Jiaren pointed to Ye Lancheng's position sharing with excitement, and two dots with arrows were immediately displayed on it.

"Hey, it actually coincided." Song Jiaren hadn't reacted for a while, but was surprised.

"It coincides!" An Zhisu's reaction was quick: "That means we are in the same position!"

Song Jiaren:...

"I'll go, the parking lot your husband mentioned is the parking lot of the auction house." Song Jiaren, who finally reacted, was surprised.

An Zhisu nodded blankly: "In theory, it seems to be the case."

"Why are Mr. Ye here too? Come to pick you up?" Song Jiaren scratched her head and asked.

"Probably not. I didn't tell him that I was here." An Zhisu shook his head and denied the possibility that Ye Lancheng came to pick her up specifically.

"How could it be so coincidental that you are here and he is here too. And it seems that he has seen you, otherwise he wouldn't have sent you a WeChat message to ask you to find him." Song Jiaren analyzed logically.

An Zhisu nodded: "Yes, this is a coincidence. We have been in the auction hall. When did he see mine?"

Song Jiaren thought for a moment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed and said, "I, I understand."

"What do you know?" An Zhisu didn't figure it out yet.

Song Jiaren said excitedly: "Mr. 1, Mr. 1."

"Mr. 1? What's wrong with Mr. 1?" An Zhisu looked confused, not knowing what Song Jiaren was excited about.

"Oh my God, are you a pig's brain? Can the reflex arc be longer? What's wrong with Mr. No. 1?" Song Jiaren tweeted hard on An Zhisu's mobile phone screen with her fingers.

An Zhisu looked down at Ye Lancheng's avatar that she had been clicking. After a moment, she finally understood and couldn't help but feel breathless.

Mr. No. 1 = Ye Lancheng!

Ye Lancheng = Mr. No. 1! An Zhisu patted his face and asked, "Good lady, am I dreaming?"
Chapter completed!