Chapter 403 Maybe It's because of Love

After pouring a glass of water from the pantry, she returned to her seat and checked the time. It was 4:50, and she was about to leave work.

She leaned back, then raised her head, closed her eyes, her eyelashes and eyelids trembling slightly.

Hey, what should come will always come, what should be done will always be done.

Sighing helplessly in her heart, Xuxu opened her eyes, put down her cup, held her phone in one hand and bag in the other, got up and walked out of the office while making a phone call.

"I'm Wen Xuxu, and I'm leaving now."

She strode heavily, each step resolute and decisive.

...

Jincheng.

"Mr. Yan, ma'am, she held a press conference and apologized to country Y for the scandal." Qiao Jian knocked on the door of Yan Rusheng's room, holding a tablet computer in his hand, and hurriedly walked to sit in the office Yan Rusheng, who was working hard at the desk, walked over there.

Hearing this, Yan Rusheng's hand holding the pen stopped abruptly, and a haze was cast over his handsome face for an instant.

Qiao Jian put the tablet in front of him, and it played the press conference that Wen Xuxu held in Kyoto a few minutes ago.

She stood in front of the camera, and flashes of flashes flashed across her face.

Even though she straightened her waist, she was not humble and said nothing, when facing the reporter's questions, she answered them fluently and calmly.

It can be said that Rusheng's heart still seems to be pulled into a ball.

She is Wen Xuxu, the cold and proud Wen Xuxu, the Wen Xuxu who can make everyone drunk and she is alone.

How can you pay attention to such rumors and hold a press conference to clarify and apologize for this.

He narrowed his eyes and guessed suspiciously, and in a moment he had an affirmative answer, a layer of ice condensed in his eyes, and the cold light radiated.

"Get ready and go back to Kyoto."

Unquestionable tone.

With that said, he got up and strode towards the closet.

Qiao Jian looked out the window, hesitated for a second, and then said after deliberating, "Mr. Yan, it's almost dark, should we go back now?"

Yan Rusheng turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows coldly, "What's the problem?"

Then he reached out, took the coat out of the closet, and put it on.

Qiao Jian didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly prepared.

In the restaurant, Xuxu drank the anti-cold ginger soup that Aunt Zhang cooked for her after dinner. The cola was boiled at high temperature, so it had no gas, only sweetness.

For the sake of effect, Aunt Zhang added more shredded ginger, which was a bit spicy and made her throat feel uncomfortable after drinking it.

"I can't drink anymore, my throat hurts from drinking."

She put down the bowl, touched her throat, and pouted at Aunt Zhang coquettishly.

In fact, she didn't want to drink a sip at first, but the old man took so much effort to think about her, she couldn't bear to let her down.

Since everyone said that her throat hurts, Aunt Zhang would certainly not persuade her to drink again, "Then don't drink it, you should drink more boiled water."

"Yeah." Xuxu nodded with a smile, "Then I'll go upstairs first."

As she spoke, she got up and was about to leave the restaurant.

"The third young master is back."

Suddenly a servant's voice came from outside.

He is back? Xuxu raised her head in surprise, and Yan Rusheng's tall figure had appeared at the door of the restaurant, wearing a suit and leather shoes.

Seeing his handsome face, joy flashed across her eyes so quickly that it was too late to catch.

It was joy from the heart, something she couldn't control.

Yan Rusheng also looked at her, looking at her cold face, he was puzzled, why did he come back so busy at such a late hour?

If he had to have a reason, he thought...it might be because of love.