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Su Wuqi suddenly opened his eyes, just now his heart tightened.

He raised his hand to look at the watch on his hand, and asked the assistant sitting on the co-pilot, "How long is it?"

The assistant answered him: "Boss Su, it's Michen in one or two minutes."

Su Wuqi nodded, lowered his eyebrows, and touched his heart unconsciously.

When Lin Qingchen returned to the store, the channel of financial interviews was still on the TV, and another middle-aged entrepreneur was being interviewed on it, but Su Wuqi did not appear.

Lin Qingchen felt lost for a while.

He went to the front desk and turned the TV back to the menu interface.

Hope to see him tomorrow.

After Su Wuqi finished speaking in the branch office, it was already afternoon.

The general manager of the branch is leading him to rest on the top floor of the company.

"This milk tea is delicious, and the paper cover on the cup is also quite special. He is a little old man. I feel that the boss must be a very interesting person."

"I think so."

"Go and visit after get off work."

In front of them, two female employees of the company were discussing with a paper sleeve in their hands. The female staff held the paper sleeve between their index fingers and thumbs and played with it.

The female staff threw the paper sleeve like a dart, but was blown back by the air conditioner to Su Wuqi's feet.

The general manager stepped forward to remind them to make way.

Su Wuqi bent down and picked up the milk tea cup cover on the ground.

He clenched the paper sleeve tightly in his hand, and the scene of him and Lin Qingchen learning to paint together in the past emerged in his mind.

"This villain is called old man Ding. It's very easy to draw, I'll show you..."

"An old man Ding owed me two balls. I said he would pay them back in three days, but he said he would pay them back in four days, which made me run around. I bought three green onions for three cents, and a big watermelon for sixty-six cents. It cost seventy-seven cents to string candied haws..."

That day, all the pictures he taught him to draw old man Ding appeared in a daze. Su Wuqi's brain suddenly tightened, and a sea wave rose up in his heart, surging out, about to drown him.

It's old man Ding!

Little Baozi painted old man Ding!

The general manager stood aside, and the two female employees thought they had offended him, so they stood cautiously aside and lowered their heads.

General Manager: "Boss Su, you..."

Su Wuqi raised his eyes, suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, gritted his teeth, and said restrainedly: "Where is the address of this store, please send it to me as soon as possible."

"Please hurry up."

His voice was slow and deep, but there was still a little impatience leaking from it, as if he had issued an order that could not be defied.

General Manager: "Yes..."

The assistant was asked by him to go back to the hotel first, so Su Wuqi got off the elevator and pressed the number "1".

The general manager's work efficiency is very fast. When Su Wuqi got into his car, the address was sent to his mobile phone. He looked at the address, and the car rushed out like a cheetah.

Great joy and tension surged into his heart, causing his limbs to tremble, and the hand holding the steering wheel kept grasping tightly, making himself feel like he was holding something real.

He was afraid that the nervousness might be fake, what if it was a coincidence, what if he saw a stranger, these two emotions kept rushing into his head, and he was about to explode.

I really miss him so much.

Thinking about it is going crazy.

Just a small paper sleeve was enough to disintegrate all his disguised emotions.

When the car stopped at the destination, his chest kept rising and falling. At this time, fear was more than joy. He hadn't had any good luck in the past six years, but this time the possibility was greater than ever. But he suddenly didn't dare.

If it's not this time, he doesn't know how long he will continue to hold on.

But if I don't go, I'm afraid I'll miss it...

What a ridiculously contradictory guy.

After a long time, with a long sigh, he got out of the car, approached the store, and stood quietly not far from the store entrance, with people passing by in front of him, his eyes were lonely and sad .

He really saw him.

Lin Qingchen moved the promotional posters in the store out of the store and placed them in front of the store, recommending them to the surrounding customers, with a bright smile and a down-to-earth look.

There is no long hair and women's clothing in memory.

Wearing casual and simple men's clothes, dry and delicate, fit the look in his mind.

Su Wuqi's eyes were greedy and intense, and they stuck to him.

It seems to want to make up for what has been missing in the past few years.

Lin Qingchen gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, and stood under the air conditioner to blow air.

He looked outside in a daze, but no one was looking at him, maybe it was his own illusion, it seems that not seeing Su Wuqi on TV today seriously affected his mood.

He looked back.

When I walked into the store, I turned around and looked outside again, but still saw nothing.

Lin Qingchen walked inside resolutely.

Su Wuqi stood there for a long time, until nightfall, he returned to the hotel and called his assistant.

He ordered his assistant: "Let the general manager of the branch push me the WeChat business card of the milk tea shop today."

The assistant responded without asking any questions.

When Su Wuqi came out of the bathroom, the business card had already been sent to his mobile phone.

He clicked add friend.

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On the second day, Lin Qingchen turned on the financial channel on time, but Su Wuqi still didn't appear on it, and his mood plummeted.

The female clerk had a keen mind: "Boss, why do I feel that you have been depressed since yesterday?"

Lin Qingchen replied angrily: "Go to work quickly, don't be lazy, or your wages will be deducted."

The saleswoman is not afraid of his false tricks, he always says this, but never implements it once, "I think you are in a bad mood because you can't see President Su, don't deny it!"

The corner of the male clerk's mouth twitched, thinking that his partner was mentally ill, and he could figure it out.

Lin Qingchen gritted her teeth, and gave the saleswoman a loudspeaker, "Go out and shout to me, saying that the store is having a sale."

The face of the female clerk suddenly became ugly. What annoyed him most was standing outside with a loudspeaker and yelling.

Lin Qingchen smiled wickedly.

The female clerk was about to go out according to his instructions, when the mobile phone in the store rang, she picked it up and took a look.

"Oh my god! Boss! You have big business again. The customer who joined us yesterday ordered a hundred cups of milk tea!" The female clerk was so happy that she had to work again, so she didn't have to go outside with a loudspeaker to shout.

Lin Qingchen's dull thoughts subsided a little because of this single business.

He glanced at the information on the phone, and the ID displayed on it was: Michen.

Such a coincidence.But the address is not there yesterday.

He asked if he could deliver it in person, and Lin Qingchen replied yes.

The other side quickly replied to him: Thank you.

Later, a message was sent saying: I will send it after [-] o'clock in the evening.

Lin Qingchen replied: Yes.

Then, in order to express the affinity of the store, I sent an emoticon package of blowing kisses to the customers.