Since the return trip was not sent by Mr. Ye, Bai Lu took a taxi. The watermark advertising test watermark advertising test car was called by Mr. Ye for her, and she didn't take this matter much seriously. Because she watched Mr. Ye help her stop her on the street with her own eyes. I guess if this old man really wanted to do something, he didn't have to do it again at this time.

He got into a taxi and was about to go back to the meeting place. It was still far from that place. There was time in the car. Bai Lu weighed the bag and placed the envelope given by Mr. Ye in it.

Who did Mr. Ye write about it?

Why doesn’t Mr. Ye hand it over to the organization himself?

By the way, she collected it on behalf of the organization.

Among them, someone must have had contact with Mr. Ye, and she was just the one who came to collect it.

Bai Lu's thoughts seemed to flash, and she watched a car in front of her bypass the corner. She suddenly woke up and seemed to have deviated from the normal route. So she asked the driver in front: "Master, are you sure you are taking this path?"

"That's right. Aren't you going to xx Building? You're stuck in traffic in front and you need to take a detour."

Bai Lu's tense nerves suddenly loosened, and she looked down at the loose palm of her hand, and there was a layer of sweat in her palm. What was she unconsciously alert to and worried about?

This envelope from Mr. Ye is of course very important. But if you really want to silence him, it is more important to kill Mr. Ye? It is meaningless to take the envelope in her hand. Because Mr. Ye can make offerings at any time. Perhaps, someone has other plans?

If it were her, what would you think? Bai Lu narrowed her eyes and looked ahead.

The car turned around and walked along the normal city streets and drove to the building where the meeting was held.

She got out of the car and paid the fare. Looking at the entrance of the building, everything was as usual, and there was no strange place. When she walked into the building gate, she unconsciously touched her handbag. For some reason, she suddenly remembered Jun Ye in her heart.

Every time she is in a working state, she is exactly the same as Jun Ye and will never think of everything that has nothing to do with work. However, at this critical moment, she actually remembered Jun Ye, which was unprecedented and never before. Bai Lu bit her teeth.

I wasted some time in Old Ye’s mansion. When she came back, the meeting had already ended. A group of people were diverted from the conference hall.

Bai Lu knew that these things discussed in the open meeting could not really reflect anything. What she was really doing was impossible to see or know, for fear that she would be caught and even some clues might affect the overall situation.

I saw that at the place where she was resting, a media reporter was working on a camera there and caught some people who walked out of the conference hall to inquire about the situation.

Zhao Wei, who walked out of the door, was surrounded by a group of reporters.

Bai Lu had to stand far away and wait to avoid being discovered by media reporters.

Even if you strongly refuse, it will take at least some time. And if you strongly refuse, the reporters will think that you have a ghost in your heart and will chase you. According to this logic, if you want to reduce the attention of the reporter, you will not be too patient to do a short-term public relations work with the reporter. Even if you are more polite and make the other party feel better and then refuse, they will not believe that you have a ghost.

Because reporters are working like you, you need to respect other people’s work, otherwise how can they be respected by others?

When you can't avoid it, it is necessary to delay time.

Zhao Wei is a person with excellent work and knows how to deal with public relations and reporters. Bai Lu is not worried about this. Seeing that Zhao Wei was surrounded by reporters and might not be able to get out of the encirclement for a while, Bai Lu thought about it and said that it would not be the right thing to stay here and wait. Sooner or later, as long as someone who is slightly sensitive will find her tricks.

Seeing that a car was parked at the door, it happened to be the one that Zhang Runheng drove. Bai Lu thought that it must be Zhao's arrangement for Zhang Runheng to do this and drove the car directly to the door. Although Zhao's arrival was the car prepared by the lender here, it seemed that in order to save money, it was a bus, which was collectively picked up and dropped off. Next, Zhao's other work after the meeting was held, and it was impossible to act with others. It was appropriate to ask Zhang Runheng to drive the car out to pick him up and drop him off.

Bai Lu turned around, walked out of the door, walked down the steps, passed by the reporters who continued to flock to hear the news, walked to the car lightly and quickly, and opened the door.

Zhang Runheng had already unlocked the car lock inside, but she pulled it and got into the rear seat.

Close the car door and finally calmed down.

Zhang Runheng handed her a tissue from the front, and she suddenly found that her forehead was covered with sweat.

"Thank you." Bai Lu wiped the sweat with a tissue. The sweat was not caused by exercise, but by feeling uneasy and nervous.

After wiping her sweat, she gently adjusted her breathing and soon returned to the sister Bai Lu who usually faced everything calmly and indifferently.

Zhang Runheng looked at her beautiful face from the mirror in front of the car, thinking: Her face is so beautiful, what is Jun Ye thinking?

Everyone outside said that Jun Ye disliked Sister Bai Lu, what did Jun Ye dislike her?

Such a great beauty must not be happy if she marrys her as a wife.

The more Zhang Runheng thought about it, his brows frowned, and patted the steering wheel with his fingers, whispering: "Does the Marine Corps know where you are on a business trip?"

"I'm not at home on business trips, of course he needs to know." Bai Lu seemed to be aware of it, surprised that he would suddenly ask her personal questions.

Adjutant Zhang has always beenhaved in a regular manner, and he has never spoken to her at all. Because of this, her subordinates are basically this type. As a female boss, she hates men who do not respect her as a woman the most.

Especially if someone dares to talk about her private affairs, Bai Lu will immediately lose her impression of this person.

It was not that Zhang Runheng didn't understand this. When she found that there was a hint of displeasure in her tone, she immediately closed her mouth and explained tactfully: "I just thought, after you met Mr. Ye, I don't know if Mr. Ye would tell the Marine Corps."

"This is not what you should ask." Bai Lu refused without hesitation and criticized.

The problem between her and her husband has nothing to do with anyone. The old naughty boy Ye dared to tease her and her husband, but he was just waiting to be slaughtered by her and her husband.

The reason why all marriages have rifts is that, in addition to their own reasons, those outside people with evil minds fanned the flames and lured public opinion are all possible without any actions. For example, Afang and Chen Xiaoyi were eventually forced to divorce. If it weren't for those gossip about Afang's inability to conceive a child in the courtyard, Afang would almost not be able to survive in the courtyard, and her mother-in-law and father-in-law could not hold her face.

So, she and Jun Ye knew very well. Everything was fine between them and they would solve it themselves. People outside could never interfere.

Zhang Runheng was criticized by her harsh words and turned back silently.

She belongs to Junye.

Even if Jun Ye is not here, you can feel Jun Ye being by her everywhere. For some reason, Zhang Runheng suddenly had such a bizarre idea in his heart. Logically speaking, even if Jun Ye knows that she is on a business trip, he will never know what she is doing.

Yanjing, far from Pudong, is also about to have lunch. Jun Ye and Yao took three little radish heads and found a porridge shop for lunch on the way home. Because if they go home to cook, they will probably starve these three little greedy ghosts to death.

He parked the car into the parking lot in front of the porridge shop. Mr. Yao looked at the three little radish behind from the mirror, looking at the heads of the three behind him, who looked listless, and blinked and said to Mr. Jun: "My son, Tongtong, have you all been damaged by your son?"

"Being led by my son?" Jun immediately looked at him. Even if you, Mr. Yao, should not talk nonsense even if you, Mr. Yao, said so, you should not talk nonsense. Why do you easily throw dirty water on the head of the bun?

"Yes." Mr. Yao said, "Look at the three of them, have they eaten a little more weight recently? They all made it at your house."

"Come on, you!" Jun Ye was not inferior and poured the dirty water he should have poured on his head. "If you didn't have your son hungry every day, would your son need to go to my house to have a free meal? You would have to say it to you for your son to eat?!"

"Okay, okay, it's me that I'm hungry for my son!" Mr. Yao quickly called to stop and stopped when he saw it was right. He was afraid that Mr. Jun would be angry, and he said that the ban on letting the father and son never come to the door for free again. That would be tragic!

The two fathers got off the car from the front seat, opened the back door, and got off with the little raft heads. Seeing that the children were squinting their sleepy eyes because of traffic jams on the road, Mr. Yao had to squeeze their little faces one by one: "Get up quickly, little stupid pigs, you're going to have a meal."

I heard that it was time to eat, but the three children opened their eyes quickly. The round eyes could eat Master Yao’s face. Looking at Master Yao: What to eat?!

Of course, children should find a nutritious and delicious family. Generally speaking, Mr. Yao and Mr. Jun do not advocate taking their children to eat Western fast food such as McDonald's and KFC. Is it Chinese or Chinese food the best?

But for children, when they saw that they wanted to drink porridge, their faces looked wilted: What's the good thing about drinking porridge?

Will eating less porridge at home?

Mr. Yao was the first to pat his son's head as if he was wronged: "Brothers and sisters are all trying to drink porridge with you, so please be more energetic."

Luo Luo's teeth are not fully grown, so it is definitely not OK to eat KFC, so he can only trick his brothers and sisters and let them accompany him to drink porridge.

Hearing Mr. Yao’s words, Luo Luo pursed his lips and said to his father: Don’t say it in public. Isn’t this an obvious trick on his son? What should I do if my brother and sister blame him for being a little Luo Luo?

In this regard, it was Jun Ye’s turn to teach his son: “Being an older brother should be like being an older brother.”

Baozi had no choice but to accompany Luo Luo to pout: I knew it a long time ago that he was going to be cheated by his brother like his father. Dad, you don’t have to remind me again and again.

Tongtong doesn’t care. As long as Brother Baozi and Brother Luo Luo eat, she will follow her. Therefore, the little head pointed at Master Yao who asked her like a little rabbit: “I’m not picky about food. Mom said it’s not good to pick on food.”

Hearing the answer from Tongtong, the two fathers of Jun Ye and Yao were quite proud. The eyes of each son seemed to say: Learn from his sister quickly. The younger sister is not picky about food. Do you dare to pick on food?

In this way, the three little radish heads were successfully tricked into the porridge shop by Mr. Jun and Mr. Yao and his two fathers.

Not long after, the steaming porridge was served. Jun Ye helped the three little radish heads divide some into small bowls and let them eat them themselves. He was actually not very hungry, so he took out his cell phone to see if anyone had anything to look for him.

For him, there is actually very little habit of suddenly taking out his cell phone to check the phone letter. Because he is a person who concentrates on doing something.

While digging the porridge from his bowl with a spoon, the bun was carefully holding the corner of his eyes and staring at his father's phone.

Dad is indeed a little strange, since mom left.

Jun Ye looked at the phone screen with a deep thought and didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly a spoon fell on the table and the clanging sound of Jun Ye's thoughts were pulled back.

Baozi and Tongtong both looked at Luo Luo Luo's spoon that made a sound. Luo Luo's spoon fell to the ground. Baozi slid down the chair and crawled under the table to help Luo Luo pick up the spoon. Because the three little radish heads are the youngest, Luo Luo is tied to a children's chair.

When his son went to help his brother's son pick up things, Jun Ye saw Xiao Luoluo's reluctance expression and sighed in his heart: Brother, he is really sweet, really young.

Luo Luo became more charming than girls. At least, Tongtong, Baozi, and Jun Ye couldn't do anything to him.

"I won't eat it anymore." Lolo said with his cheeks puffed.

What's delicious?

Brother Baozi and sister Tongtong have at least some food to eat when they drink porridge. He has nothing but porridge and water. Isn’t this a different way to starve him to death?

Jun Ye picked up the chopsticks in his hand and began to help Xiao Luoluo separate some of the fish, get the fish into pieces, and then put it into Luoluo's bowl.

Luo Luo only looked at Jun Ye’s movements, and his two small eyes could glar out: Mr. Jun’s father is so good. If his father were not doing this for him.

If Mr. Yao knew what his son was thinking at this moment, he would probably cry to death. How could he not serve his son? He was carrying his son's small schoolbag. When he was about to starve to death, he first found a waiter in the porridge shop to ask for boiled water and helped his son make milk powder.

The first time I took my son out alone, Mr. Yao's father was so busy preparing lunch powder for his son that he was so busy.

After finally preparing his son's milk powder, Mr. Yao carried his son's small schoolbag, which contained his son's diapers and bottles, which made him suddenly turn into a super dad.

Luo Luo, your milk powder is here. Mr. Yao shouted in his heart, and walked back with his son's bottle in his hand. He was just thinking that his son must have starved to death and shouted to drink milk. His father came like a god with the milk his son wanted to drink.

As a result, before he walked to his son, he was not as good as his father and milk in his eyes. Little Luo Luo was eating the chunks of fish that Jun Ye had divided for him sweetly and said, "Uncle Lu, you are so nice, better than my father, be my father."

When Master Yao and Baozi heard this, they were shocked by both big and small.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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