Manager Yu was immediately annoyed again.

The little guy with a schoolbag on his back is walking under the Boulevard. A black Bentley passed him.

In the Bentley, Han Lin closed his eyes and seemed to be closing his eyes, while Zhong Ying looked at his boss and couldn't help sighing.

It has been eight years since Bailey disappeared. In the past, the president was just indifferent, but in the past eight years, the president was the whole person and became colder and colder.

This kind of coldness is not only at work, but also a kind of coldness to life. It seems that there is no fun in his life. For him, there is only a mechanical life.

Now, the only thing that can stir up the president's mood and make him look more popular is the affairs related to belle.

But where is belle? If you can't find Belle all the time, what will the President be like?

Zhong Ying thought until the car drove to the front of the game branch building of Han group in w City.

Since Baili left eight years ago, somehow, the president decided to enter the game industry. Although the president's decision, in Zhong Ying's view, is extremely correct. After all, the game industry has developed rapidly in recent years, and the profits generated by game products in Han's group account for an increasing proportion of the company's profits.

However, Zhong Ying still thinks that the reason why his president chose to enter the game industry is probably due to Bei Li's relationship, because he once saw the president standing in front of the poster of the new game before the company's press conference, "Li Li, do you like this game? If only I could play a game with you."

"President, it's here." Zhong Ying said, then got out of the car with Han Lin and walked into the building.

People in the company had long known that the president of the group would come here today, so they bowed down respectfully as soon as they saw Han Lin's appearance.

When Han Lin walked over, the two front desk staff straightened up and gasped, "the president is as cold as rumored."

"Isn't it? Just because he passed by, I didn't dare to go out."

"But then again, don't you think the President... Looks familiar? It seems like who he is."

"Like a star? If the president really looks like a star, the star would have been popular."

"Oh, by the way, I remember, don't you think the little boy who came before looks like the president? God, if you make a film, you can play father and son."

"Yes, it's really very similar." another person echoed, "if that child stands with the president, it may really make people mistake him for father and son."

At the moment, Han Lin has come to his office and ordered Zhong Ying to convene a high-level meeting later.

"Yes." the clock answered and left the office.

Han Lin went to the French window and looked down at the scene of w City in front of him. "Li Li... It has been 8 years..." he murmured. In 8 years, he can kill too many things, but some can't be eliminated, and even become stronger and stronger.