"So, the second young master has been busy with the company in the study these days?" After listening to Gao An's explanation, Lan Xingchen felt a little more comfortable. At least, she knew that Gong Yurui was not sincerely avoiding her, he was just busy.
Too busy to spare any time.
"Yes, the boss has hardly slept in the past few days, thinking about how to deal with Uncle Qi." Gao An's frowned brows furrowed again at the mention of Uncle Qi.
one cent.
At this time, Gong Yurui, who was wearing a pure Italian handmade suit and looked cold and formidable, walked to the stairs. Gao An saw his boss with sharp eyes and stopped chatting with Lan Xingchen.
Gao An walked diligently to the bottom of the stairs and waited for Gong Yurui to come downstairs.
Since the last quarrel, today is the first time Lan Xingchen meets Gong Yurui.
The atmosphere is weird.
Gong Yurui passed by the dining table indifferently, and Lan Xingchen immediately stood up and asked, "You haven't had breakfast yet?"
Gong Yurui said coldly, "Yeah", and then said, "Go back to the company to eat."
The cold words "Go back to the company" felt like a thorn stuck in Lan Xingchen's heart and hurt her.
She lowered her head and said a quiet "Oh", turned around and sat down a little hurt, and continued to eat her unfinished breakfast.
After Gong Yurui left, Lan Xingchen dialed A Ming's phone and said he wanted to find him.
So, 15 minutes later, Lan Xingchen got into the car where A Ming came to pick her up, regardless of anyone's obstruction.
Soon, the high-end sports car drove into the Jingrong Villa area.
At the door, two rows of burly bodyguards wearing sunglasses and black suits watched A Ming and Lan Xingchen slowly walk over. They all bowed respectfully and shouted: "Master Ming."
A Ming just waved his hand, and in an instant, everyone stood upright without making any sound.
Lan Xingchen was led into the villa by A Ming.
A Ming personally poured a glass of water for her.
"A Ming, why do they call you Master Ming?" Lan Xingchen took the water glass from A Ming's hand, feeling a little shocked.
"It's a long story, it's a blessing in disguise." A Ming frowned and walked to sit on the sofa next to Lan Xingchen. "This starts from the last time I jumped off a cliff in the back mountain. That time I fell off the cliff and hit my head.
When I woke up, my forehead was covered with blood and there was still a dull pain. The most painful thing was that some fragmentary pictures kept playing in my mind, which reminded me of many things in the past and my true identity.
That’s why they call me Master Ming.”
"Oh." Lan Xingchen said as if he didn't understand.
It turns out that A Ming has recovered his memory!
Thinking of this, Lan Xingchen burst into a happy smile, feeling happy for A Ming from the bottom of his heart.
"A Ming, congratulations on recovering your memory." From now on, A Ming will no longer have to ask others who he is.
At this time, A Ming grabbed Lan Xingchen's hand and asked nervously: "Xingchen, are you willing to leave City A with me?"
A Ming is no longer the A Ming he used to be. Now, he is the boss of Hentian, the largest underworld boss in City A, and controls almost all the underworld in Europe.
Even people on the white road must respect him.
A Ming's hand was suddenly grabbed tightly, and the tone of A Ming's words was so longing. Lan Xingchen was a little confused, and he took out his hands in a panic, "A Ming, I haven't found my sister yet, so I can't leave yet.
Gong family."
As Lan Xingchen said this, he lowered his head involuntarily, feeling a little guilty.
"Xingchen, if you want to find your sister, I can send someone to help you find it. There is no need for you to stay in the Gong family and suffer." A Ming was not discouraged and continued to persuade Lan Xingchen.