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Chapter 312 Let me borrow someone

 Jian Anran immediately walked towards her direction, "Yes, what am I here to do...?"

Secretary Li did not answer, but stretched out his hand to motion to the sofa not far away, "Please wait here for a moment, my leader will be here soon."

Jian Anran is a little depressed. People here seem to think it's a crime to answer other people's questions and just finish what they say.

Not getting an answer, she walked straight to the sofa. Forget it, she can't be allowed to sit here all morning, right? Someone has to tell her what she wants to do. Could it be Chu Chen's father this time?

The shock that Chu Chen's mother brought to Jian Anran last time has left her with PTSD to this day. She had only planned to come for an internship, and had no intention of kidnapping their family's property!

Who would have thought that this enthusiastic and generous young master of theirs would directly introduce her to her, and even make a huge noise, hoping that everyone in the company would know that she, Jian Anran, was the relationship account that Mr. Chu introduced her to.

Even if she left the impression that she was just one of Chu Chen's flowers in front of her colleagues, now her job with a salary of 3,500 yuan is no longer guaranteed? How could He Dehe, an intern of hers, come directly to meet her?

Director of the company?

Thinking of this, Jian Anran became even more depressed, and scolded Chu Chen a hundred times in her heart: Since his family is strict, he shouldn't interact with girls, lest his parents worry so much about his son in his twenties being abducted by some girl.

Run.

Jian Anran's expression was a little strange. She frequently switched her left and right legs and crossed her legs. She glanced secretly in the direction of Secretary Li several times. Finally, when they looked at each other for the last time, she stood up coquettishly.

"Excuse me..."

She hesitated, a little embarrassed, "Where is the bathroom?"

Starting from this morning, as soon as Jian Anran's butt touched the seat, she was called away by a colleague she had never seen before. She had been running around all morning and accomplished nothing. It was not until she sat down that she felt the pressure from her bladder.

Bursts of pressure.

After Secretary Li signaled her, Jian Anran quickly ran towards the corridor outside the door.

The pressure from her bladder was finally released, and she looked around in the marble-covered bathroom. Probably because this floor was occupied by leadership offices, no one was using the public restroom near the elevator.

The style is different from the one below, the decoration here looks obviously much more expensive.

"Uh-huh..." Even the pressure of the faucet in the sink was different, and Jian Anran said "tsk". The faucet on the ninth floor downstairs failed every day, and even called it to be repaired several times, to no avail.

When walking out of the bathroom, Jian Anran accidentally saw a familiar figure on the other side of the corridor.

Not daring to be completely sure, she stopped and stood there squinting her eyes, as if she wanted to see through this figure.

"Why are you here?" Jian Anran tentatively shouted towards the end of the corridor.

It seemed that there was someone else at the other end of the corridor. The other person looked a little surprised. The moment he turned around, his eyes met.

"Jane..." The other man frowned.

"Mr. Zhang," Jian Anran stopped her in time for fear that the other party would say too much, "Long time no see."

"I want to borrow someone from you." She said and waved to the people around Zhang Peiwen.

The other party's toes pointed in the direction of Zhang Peiwen paused for a moment, he hesitated for a moment before turning around, and followed Jian Anran to the stairwell.

"Pa--" The moment the fire door was slammed shut, the sensor lights in the enclosed stairwell immediately turned on. The enclosed stairwell without windows was surrounded by gray-black cement. Jian Anran only felt waves of tremors rising from the ground.

Chill.

"It turns out that you are not Chu Chen's relative," Jian Anran said straight to the point, "No, it should be that you are Chu Chen's rich relative, right?"


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