The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

Lu Zhichen actually didn't have anything special to do, that is, he wanted to give himself a day off.

Then, go to watch a racing game.

This racing competition has gathered many outstanding racers, but not many people have been invited.

I heard that who controlled it.

However, if Lu Zhichen wanted an invitation letter, it was naturally possible.

He asked for this invitation a few days ago, ready to go and take a look.

Will not change because of anything.

You can also put it aside for work.

In his life, there is not only work.

He touched his left wrist, a gentle flash in his eyes.

I haven't seen him for a long time, I wonder if the little girl remembers him.

I don't remember, after all, she was so young at that time, and now, many years have passed, and they haven't seen each other again.

Children’s memories will not last long.

It was also because he heard that there was the little girl he had been thinking about for a long time in this racing competition, that Lu Zhichen chose to let everything go.

The special assistant has never seen such a gentle expression of this cold-faced president, as if he was cherishing something, it was extremely precious.

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Xing Jiuan took the plane back to the place where she grew up.

After leaving the airport, she found her car nearby and drove down the mountain. At this time, the sky was already a bit dim.

Turn on the phone, Mu Qing called, and she connected.

"Brother..."

"Jiu'an, where are you?" Mu Qing's voice was a little flustered, and she didn't understand why, she just went out the door, and the little junior sister was gone.

He thought he had lost the little girl, and he was panicked and not like him anymore.

Xing Jiuan looked at it. Mu Qing sent her a lot of messages and made countless calls. She suddenly felt very guilty.

Because in the last life, in the end, no one cares about her, so you don't have to tell anyone where Xing Jiu'an goes. She is used to loneliness and forgets who she is now. She is loved and spoiled by others.

Listening to Mu Qing's anxious and worried voice, she apologized in a low voice and obediently, "I'm sorry, brother, I just want to come back to see Master, and I will go back tomorrow."

"I didn't deliberately want to worry the brother."

"I just forgot..."

I just forgot, the brother will be worried.

Only then did Mu Qing feel relieved, and couldn't bear to say to her, and only asked, "Is it here now? Is the road going well? Did you eat some food?"

After a series of questions, I didn't know which one to answer.

Xing Jiu'an answered every word very seriously, responding to every question cleverly, "I have reached the bottom of the mountain, and the road is going smoothly. I am ready to have dinner at home."

Mu Qing seemed relieved, "Then you go up quickly, now it's getting dark, and the mountain is cold at night, so remember to wear more clothes."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Xing Jiuan walked up slowly.

She didn't mean to be particularly anxious.

She had seen the plants and trees on this mountain when she was a child. It was obviously the place where she grew up, but now she looked at it, but it was extraordinarily unfamiliar.

Now the mountains are a little darker and colder. The short sleeves and a thin coat worn by Xing Jiu'an are still a bit cold.

It seemed that someone came over, took a flashlight to take a picture here, and said, "Who is it?"

Is her big brother.

The big brother is thirty or forty years old, almost able to be Xing Jiu'an's father.

In fact, if it weren't for Master and everyone to stop him, he really wanted to adopt Xing Jiu'an as his child.