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He turned his bag upside down and asked song Bo, "did you see my brand?"

Song Bo just shakes his head, and his memories suddenly remind him of some pictures. He feels that when he turned to pick up the suitcase yesterday, the assistant next to Mr. Shao was familiar with the things in his hand. At that time, he just felt strange, but now I want to

He blurted out, "ah, Mr. Shao!"

Lu Yao's face is black. As soon as she is about to touch her mobile phone, song Bo points to her with the same expression as seeing a ghost.

As he turned his head in the direction of his fingers, he saw Shao Yunchen striding towards this side.

She stood to the side, quietly waiting for the man to approach, not surprisingly stopped in front of her, "is something missing?"

Lu Yao suppressed her anger. "Shao Yunchen, I don't want to joke with you."

Shao Yunchen nodded slightly, then took the tag out of his pocket and slowly read out the name on the tag, "Zheng Yun..."

Then he handed the tag to her, "do you know that the ticket checking system has face recognition, and the tag chip is embedded with the participants' ID card information. If you want to use it to confuse it, you will only be thrown out by the security guard."

Lu Yao was dumb, and song Bo was stunned.

She gritted her teeth and understood that Shao Yunchen deliberately waited until this time to tell her these things. Undoubtedly, she wanted to help her, but she wanted to hear her speak on her own initiative.

Eyes dark, she slightly avoided his sight, "you can take an assistant in, right?"

"Yes." Shao Yunchen pursed his lips, nodded slightly, and then seemed to suddenly realize, "why, do you want to be my assistant?"

As long as she passed the check-in, she could still take the tag and sit in Zheng Yun's seat.

"Come on, what conditions." She bit her teeth, a gesture of negotiation.

Shao Yunchen's lips slightly curved upward, with a few cool smiles floating under his eyes. After a long time, he took his own tag from Lin Shui's hand and pinned it at the collar of his suit. "No conditions, follow me."

Seeing the two people walk in one after another, Lin Shui's face is hung with an old mother's warm smile, but song Bo, who has not yet understood the cause of the incident, is full of innocence. "Director, what can I do?"

Lin Shui taps song Bo on the shoulder and says, "let's go and have a drink."

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after passing the ticket check-in behind Shao Yunchen, she deliberately separated herself from him, pushed aside the surging crowd and took two more steps forward. Later, because she was tripped by an unknown force behind her, she almost fell down.

"Slow down." Flustered, a not very calm strength to support her, eyes staring at the white thin hand, eyes move up, you see a long lost face.

It's no surprise to see song ran here.

She is much thinner than a year ago. Maybe this is the reason why she seems to be indifferent and aloof. Laughing or not has an effect of rejecting people from thousands of miles.

"Thank you." Lu Yao with her strength to stand firm, then slowly draw back the arm.

Song Ran's eyes flashed a tiny, unheard surprise. At the same time, her eyes fell on the tag on her chest, and her lips were slightly hooked. She did not need to ask more questions to understand.

After the Muming affair was settled, song ran did not pay much attention to Lu Yao.

She thinks her energy is limited and she will never spend her life on people or things that have nothing to do with her. So also did not do many rounds, nodded to her slightly, then brushed away.

Around, Lu Yao finds her seat next to Shao Yunchen.

After the man sat down beside her, her face was a little smile that Lu Yao thought was sarcastic, so she responded with a smile.

"You just saw song ran?" Shao Yunchen took the initiative to find the topic.

Lu Yao's interest in Song ran now lies in that she is the person behind Mu Ming. If she does not give up her support for Mu Ming, it will be very difficult to overthrow him.

Thinking of this, she whispered "um.".

"She lost a lot of weight." Shao Yunchen slightly collected his eyes, and there was no deep meaning in his words.

Originally, she didn't think there was anything, but Shao Yunchen obviously caught Lu Yao's attention. She slightly twisted her eyebrows and suddenly showed some interest. "What do you mean?"

The man's body leans toward her. "Song Ran has mild depressive symptoms and will regularly fly abroad for psychological treatment. The cause of depression and her abortion should have a certain relationship."

"Miscarriage?" Lu Yao thought for a moment, "isn't that a long time ago?"

Shao Yunchen eyebrow tip micro pick, "the second child."This leads Lu Yao to a slight dumbness. Song Ran's thin and indifferent face suddenly appears in her mind, and her heart can't restrain her feeling of loss.

When it comes to children, she is always in a sympathetic mood.

"How do you know that?" Lu Yao raised her eyes to confirm with him.

Shao Yunchen picked up his pen and wrote down a string of numbers on the white paper, then folded the paper and put it into her palm. "Her psychologist happened to know me too. He has plans to go back to China recently. If you need to, you can ask him for advice."

Lu Yao spread out the note in the palm of her hand and seemed to hear something, "Shao Yunchen, do you mean I have psychological problems?"

Shao Yunchen doesn't agree. The next second, Lu Yao solemnly closes her hand and opens her purse.

I put the note into my wallet. When I was about to close it, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. I stretched out my finger to the innermost interlayer and found it empty.

Ring.

She murmured in her heart and turned her purse upside down in the next moment. At last, she was depressed at the scattered bills on the table. The lonely mood on her face could not be covered up.

She had no memory at all. At what moment the ring might have been lost, she thought about it, and suddenly felt that the occurrence of this event might be indicative of something.

Don't feel look up and in front of the man on the line of sight, Shao Yunchen saw clearly, but pretended to be silly and asked: "what's lost?"

There was a pale smile on her face. She shook her head weakly. "No, it's my mistake."

Maybe she was wrong. She didn't pick up the ring from the beginning to the end. It was just a dream.

He didn't notice that the man's hand, which reached into the inside pocket of the suit, gave a slight pause after hearing her response, and then took it back on the table. His face was still light without any flaws.