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Shu Minxi's face was as cold as iron, and her eyes were frosty. She turned her face away calmly, and looked out of the window, a sneer that had disappeared from the corner of her mouth emerged.

Eerie silence.

Lu Zhiqiao sensed something was wrong, glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw that Sha Ji lowered his head and did not speak, and Shu Minxi looked out the window and did not speak, vaguely understood something, and did not say a word.

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After working for ten years, Lu Zhiqiao only met the chairman twice, once at the annual meeting when he first joined the company, and once when he was promoted to director.In my impression, it was a woman with a rather exotic appearance, with a high nose and deep eyes, glamorous and enchanting, like Medusa, a snake-haired witch in myths and legends.

Her name is Gu Shuning, and she is said to be of mixed race.

Nearly 20 years ago, she started what is now the Xinbei Group from scratch - back then it was just a small company.I don't know when he started to retreat behind the scenes, and has been very low-key.

The bungalow complex she lives in has been built for more than ten years. It is a very old real estate. Shu Minxi has her house key. All the way up the stairs and stepping into the house, there is a strong smell of incense and candles mixed with the smell of alcohol. I saw two or three empty wine bottles on the coffee table in the living room, as well as on the ground.

There are plastic fake poppies everywhere, and the big red is bright and dazzling.

Shu Minxi's cold face was suddenly stained with compassion, she threw off her shoes regardless of her image, and rushed into the bedroom: "Sister Ning Ning——"

Sha Ji also rushed in.

The two didn't come out for a long time.

Lu Zhiqiao looked at the wine bottles on the ground, and felt obsessed with cleanliness. She bent down and picked them up one by one. When she stood up and looked up, she saw two memorial tablets on the TV cabinet, and two black and white photos next to them. She was almost scared to death.

There is no writing on the tablet, and the woman in the photo is unknown, and the whole room is filled with a strange and gloomy atmosphere.

After a while, people came out.

She is still beautiful, but she is much older. She is in her early forties, but she seems to have stepped into the twilight years. She is dressed plainly, holds a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, her eyes are empty, and her words are always absent-minded. I feel tired after a few minutes, so tell them not to disturb her.

At that time, Lu Zhiqiao didn't know that this was the last time she saw her former idol...

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There is half a month before the Lunar New Year, and on Friday night, the company held its annual meeting in the banquet hall of xx Hotel.

The format of the annual meeting is similar every year. The bosses speak, the professional team performs, colleagues eat and drink, draw prizes and give out gifts, go back to each house for a while, and I am really tired. But this year, I don’t know who came up with a bad idea. Every executive All perform a show on stage, the genre is determined by lottery, there is no repetition, and they cannot be interchanged.

Although the directors of various departments secretly complained, they were all willing to cooperate, preparing the program in private, and bit the bullet to go up.

Luckily, Lu Zhiqiao got the chance to sing.

The stage lights were shining brightly, and dazzling patterns rolled on the large screen in the background. She was wearing a black floor-length sleeveless dress, standing in the center with a microphone in her hand, and sang the song "See You Late" affectionately.

It's a very old song with a catchy tune. Her voice is not as thick and powerful as the original singer, but gentle and soft, with no lingering|sentimental taste.

After singing, there was thunderous applause, some whistled, and some shouted hello.

In the corner, Qi Yan watched the figure on the stage quietly, her eyes flickering on and off, she picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the juice, the sweet and sour liquid flowed down her throat into her stomach, the coolness shivered Trembling, my heart is slightly cold.

The person she likes sang her most hated song.

That man was confident, elegant, and generous on the stage. He smiled so hard that his eyes were crescents. He didn't look like the usual Lu Zhiqiao who was indifferent and reserved, and refused to give any more smiles.She was inexplicably jealous of everyone present.

The applause gradually subsided, Lu Zhiqiao returned the microphone to the host, and carefully walked off the stage with her skirt lifted.Instead of going back to the seat at the front table, she went straight to the bathroom.

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes, put down his cup and followed.

There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom. Lu Zhiqiao stood in front of the mirror washing his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of someone coming in. He turned his head and glanced casually. Then he froze and opened his eyes wide: "You...why are you here?"

"Guess?" Qi Yan raised his eyebrows and walked forward slowly.

Seeing Lu Zhiqiao's face with heavy make-up up close, a pair of Jianshui Qiu pupil outlines the thick black eyeliner, the tear mole on the tail is vivid and pitiful, and the lips painted with reddish-brown lipstick are plump and moist, both enchanting and quite lustful Taste, if you get closer, you can inhale a strange aroma from the tip of your nose, not as calm and breezy as "Goddess of Hunting", but with a rich and flamboyant femininity.