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Shen Zhao...

Qiao Nan carefully searched for the face corresponding to this name in her mind, or something related to it, but she had no memory of this name at all.

She didn't know Shen Zhao.

Seeing her shaking her head, Jing Rong wasn't very surprised, "It's normal that you don't know, he was the former leader of Organization S, that is, the former president, and he passed away many years ago."

It was only then that Qiao Nan remembered that Shen Juan's surname was Shen. According to him, he was the adopted son of the former president, so he naturally took the surname Shen.

She suddenly accidentally bit her tongue, took a breath, and looked at Jing Rong with complicated eyes, "Professor Jing, why did you suddenly mention Shen Zhao?"

Is it...

Qiao Nan's breathing became faster. No one can be completely calm when facing this problem, and Qiao Nan has been pursuing this problem all the time.

Jing Rong shook his head and calmed her down, "I'm not sure, but Master mentioned someone she likes before. According to her description, I guess it's Shen Zhao, but whether your father is him or not, I don't know." I will tell you a definite answer."

Qiao Nan nodded, "I understand, it's just that every president dies, and all relevant information will be erased, as if this person never existed in this world."

It is estimated that Shen Zhao's information could not be found either.

But as Jing Rong said, it is not so easy to find out what happened so many years ago.

And taking a step back, if Shen Zhao is really her father, then how many secrets and conflicts of interest are involved in this matter.

Qiao Nan also felt that there was no rush.

Jing Rong didn't sit in the empty city for a long time, he chatted with Qiao Nan for a while, and before leaving, he said to Qiao Nan: "Come to me if you need anything in the future, you are Master's child, and you are my sister to me."

Qiao Nan sent him to the gate of the empty city, facing the cold wind, smiling and nodding, his eyes were clear and bright.

She knew that Jing Rong's words were not just words.

Jing Rong turned around and said to her: "Did you worry just now because you were worried that I was the one who came to seek revenge? Did Liang Feicheng not tell you that those people that Master offended back then were looking for your traces, and they were all arrested. He solved it."

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Mrs. Liang, President's Office.

Xiao Jiu received a call from the front desk downstairs, "Tezhu Chen, someone sent San Shao a bouquet of flowers."

Xiao Jiu was stunned for a moment, suspecting that she had heard it wrong, "Are you sure it's for Third Young Master?"

These days, who will send flowers to San Shao?
However, he remembered that a few years ago someone sent flowers to the third young master, but the third young master didn't even look at it and asked someone to throw it into the trash can. Those women who liked the third young master came up with endless ways, and no one knew if it was true or not. Repeat the old trick.

"Who sent it?" He turned his face sideways and held the phone between his shoulders while flipping through the documents in his hand.

"The flower shop delivered it directly, without providing the customer's information."

Xiao Jiu was silent for two seconds, found the document she wanted, pulled it out, "Throw it away."

"But there is writing on it..."

"What word?"

The receptionist suppressed his voice and said, "Third brother, the flowers on Moshang are blooming, and I will return slowly."

Xiao Jiu reacted for a full three seconds, broke out in a cold sweat, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Don't throw it, take it up."

CEO's office.

Liang Feicheng tapped on the keyboard a few times to display the stock market analysis chart. He heard the knock on the door and said without looking up, "Come in."

Xiao Jiu held a bouquet of roses in her hand, only pure red roses without other flowers, with water droplets on them, the roses were fiery red, and bloomed extraordinarily gorgeously.

Liang Feicheng glanced over, and asked calmly, "What's the matter with this flower?"

"For you," Xiao Jiu felt that the sentence was ambiguous after finishing speaking, and quickly changed his words, "Someone gave it to you."

He knew the people who worked under Liang Feicheng, especially Xiao Jiu, who had been with him the longest and knew him best. If the flowers were not given by someone important, he would not bring them into the office, nor would he will let him see.

So instead of throwing it away immediately, he asked, "Who gave it to you?"

"I didn't write my name, but I left a sentence on it, would you like to take a look first?" Xiao Jiu stepped forward and handed the flower to her.

Liang Feicheng didn't answer it, but when his eyes swept over the line of words, his hand had already stretched out and held the flower. Under the cover of the red rose, his slender and white fingers had distinct joints like finely carved jade.

With a vague smile on his lips, he waved his hand and let Xiao Jiu go out.

As soon as Xiao Jiu closed the office door, she saw a person coming out from the elevator. Just as she was about to make a sound, the person made a silent motion towards him.

Xiao Jiu understood, pursed her lips and returned to her desk with a smile.

Liang Feicheng walked in front of the French window. He wore a white shirt with a crisp collar, and the hem was tucked into his narrow waistline. His legs wrapped in black trousers were straight and slender.

Holding a rose in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, he entered a string of phone numbers on the dial interface and dialed.

The phone beeped three times and answered, and it was a woman's delicate voice with a smile: "San Shao is so busy, why do you have time to call me?"

Liang Feicheng held the red rose with water droplets in his hand, put it in front of him, and smelled it lightly. The aroma of the rose was very seductive.

It was his former Nannan.

Liang Feicheng's deep voice also did his part: "Boss Qiao is also very busy, how can he have time to order flowers for me?"

A bouquet of flamboyant roses.

"Third Young Master, don't talk nonsense. I'm so busy, how can I have the time to order flowers? Don't tell me it wasn't sent by other women. Third Young Master is sure that his sword is not old, and his skill of attracting bees and butterflies is still very online." Qiao Nan pretended to eat taste.

Liang Feicheng's throat was tightened by her words, "There is no other woman, and no one dares to send me flowers except you."

On the other end of the phone, Qiao Nan's voice was subdued, with an intriguing tone: "Then do you like it?"

Liang Feicheng was distracted by the sound, and didn't hear the sound of the office door opening.

Until the woman's soft voice with a smile came from the phone again: "Third brother, do you like it?"

The two voices overlap.

Liang Feicheng turned his head and saw that delicate and charming face under the bright lights of the office. She held up her mobile phone, with a triumphant smile on her face, and she was walking towards him step by step.

She walked up to Liang Feicheng, raised her face, smelled the rose in his hand, and smiled on her lips: "Do you like it?"

Liang Feicheng looked down at her face, took a deep look, and described every detail of her.

Suddenly grabbing her waist and pressing her against the floor-to-ceiling window, Qiao Nan exclaimed, his cheeks were red and hot, more dazzling than the bouquet of roses.

The moment Liang Feicheng lowered his head and kissed her, he said hoarsely, "I like it, third brother likes it very much."