Wenguo's eyes became more and more complicated. She turned over and bit her lower lip and said, "Mr. Luo, breakfast is ready. Go to have breakfast. I hope you'll leave here when you finish eating."

Luo Yi squinted and looked at her deeply. "Miss Guoguo, if you don't make it clear today, I won't leave."

"What do you want?" With a trace of anger, Wenguo looks at Luo Yi, "what's your business? He doesn't care. Why do you still have to fix it? "

"He?" Luo Yi grasped the other word in her words, looked at her with inquiring eyes, and asked, "the one you said refers to our president?"

Wen Guo's eyes flashed a sad color, and then he looked at Luo Yi coldly. "Mr. Luo, you helped me and sent me back. I don't want to say too bad things to you, and I don't want to drive you with a broom. Please go out and leave after breakfast."

When Luo Yi saw that she was not looking well, he stopped asking.

He took out a business card and handed it to her. "Miss Guoguo, this is my business card. If you need anything, you can call me.

Wenguo didn't even look at the card he handed him, but walked to the door of the room, "Mr. Luo, if you think I deserve respect, please leave my room."

Luo Yi frowned and sighed, "Alas! Miss Guoguo, why do you reject me so much? All these questions are for me! You are the one who saved our president eight years ago. Why don't you admit it? "

Wen Guo's face deviated to the door, the fundus of his eyes floated a few sad colors, "what can you do if you admit it?"

Luo Yi put the sadness in her eyes into the bottom of her eyes. After silence, she said, "you admit that our president will not treat you badly. He will help you get what you want most."

"Is it?" Wenguo fundus with disbelief, then disdain of the hook up lips, "I don't rare."

The words fall, Wen Guo's eyes fall on the Yellow drawing paper on Luo Yi's hand.

She bit her lip, and there was a flicker of firmness in her eyes, as if she had made a decision.

Suddenly, she rushed over and snatched the paper from Luo Yi's hand and tore it in half.

"Miss Guoguo, what are you doing? It can't be torn. " Seeing this, Luo Yi goes to stop it.

He grasped the two slender wrists of Wenguo in his big hand, "don't be excited, Miss Guoguo, what do you have to say slowly! What's the matter with you? "

Wenguo closed her eyes and her eyes were red. She looked at Luo Yi coldly, "I say again, please leave, please leave."

When she called out the last four words, her voice was a little hoarse, with a cry.

Seeing this, Luo Yi frowned and let her go.

He took a deep look at her, then squatted down and picked up the torn painting on the ground.

Wenguo looked at him squatting down, with a trace of confusion in his red eyes, "Mr. Luo, it's none of your business. Why do you care more about this painting than the client? Just because that person is your boss? How can you be such a fool in this world? "

After picking up the painting, Luo Yi stood up and said, "Miss Guoguo, the relationship between me and our president is not as simple as that between my superiors and subordinates. To tell you the truth, eight years ago our president was injured because of me. If it wasn't for our president, I would have died eight years ago."

Smell speech, Wen Guo didn't ask again what, her mood stabilized down, low head say again: "please finish breakfast to leave."

"I won't eat breakfast. I'll take the picture with me." Luo Yi watched her finish, then quickly walked out of the bedroom.

"You can't take that painting with you." When Wenguo chases out, Luo Yi just slams the door.

Seeing this, Wenguo rushed to open the door.

When she was about to chase out, she found a pile of cash and a card at the door.

Looking at the stack of cash and cards, her red eyes flashed with tears.

……

After Luo Yi came out of the dilapidated building, he got into his Bentley.

He took another deep look at the dangerous building that seemed to fall down at any time, and then started the car to leave.

This alley is not only dark and humid, but also full of potholes along the way. It took Luo Yi a long time to drive the car out.

After driving to the main road, he stopped and took out his mobile phone. After thinking about it, he called long Yuchen.

When long Yuchen answered, he said directly, "president, I found your portrait in Miss Guoguo's home."

Long Yuchen is on his way back to Yujing city. When he hears Luo Yi's words, his eyes are tight. He asks in a deep voice, "what portrait?"

"It's a portrait of you when you were injured eight years ago."

Hearing the words, long Yuchen's eyes became deep and distant. "Are you sure you painted me?"

"I'm on my way to Yujing now. The president can confirm it himself."

……

Three hours later, Yujing City, the president of LYC Yuhuang film and television media group."President, you see, the painting is clearly you. I have to say that Miss Wenguo's painting is really good. It's too much like you."

As soon as Luo Yi returned to Yujing City, he put together the paintings torn up by Wen Guo, so what long Yuchen sees now is what he put together.

Long Yuchen stares at the boy on the yellow paper. His dark eyes are tightly narrowed. What he draws on the paper is really him. When he sees it, he is sure.

Gu Zihan also stood beside him. He looked at the man on the painting and said, "it's really the leader."

Luo Yi looked at long Yuchen, who couldn't see his face. "President, now we are sure that Wenguo is the fruit eight years ago. What are you going to do? The place where Miss Guoguo lives is too shabby for her wife. In addition, Miss Guoguo is really poor and an orphan. I asked her neighbors. Her parents died when she was very young. She had a brother, but she disappeared. Now miss Guoguo is left alone. It's so pathetic. "

After Luo Yi finished, he was silent for a while. Looking at long Yuchen who was staring at the portrait again, he asked, "president, how do you plan to install Miss Guoguo? In my opinion, the president will not ignore Miss Guoguo, will he? "

Speaking of this, he took a deep look at long Yuchen and asked, "is it because of Miss Tang that the president turns a blind eye to miss Guoguo? If the president is afraid of Miss Tang's misunderstanding, we can leave the matter of helping Miss Guoguo to Zihan and me, but now miss Guoguo seems to be a little dissatisfied with the president. She must think you are a heartless person. "

After long Yuchen took his eyes back from the painting, he could only hear two words in his tone: "go out."