Chapter 342

Her face is expressionless, page by page, the phone's Photo button is also pressed.

It's slow, there's no panic.

After that, she put her cell phone away, put it in her handbag, and turned to leave.

The video stopped here.

Everyone in the meeting room exchanged eyes with each other, but no one dared to speak.

Lu's voice broke the abnormal silence, "I will bear all the losses in this incident, and the meeting is over!"

In a word, all the responsibilities will be shouldered, so that the people present have nothing to say.

We walked out of the meeting room one after another, and when we got to the elevator entrance, the voices of discussion began to ring one after another.

"It's terrible to be punished in public. You say Mrs. Lu is fine. Why steal the company's information?"

"You don't understand. Mrs. Lu, this is a typical hate for love. Some time ago, we Lu and miss AI had a lot of trouble. If a woman can't stand it. That's why Mrs. Lu got into the company yesterday. She wanted to divorce Mr. Lu, but Mr. Lu didn't agree. In a fit of anger, she did it. "

"Hey, why don't Mr. Lu divorce? Isn't he in love with Miss AI?"

"Who knows, President Lu's mind has always been uncertain. But this time Mrs. Lu made such a muddle headed mistake. I think Mr. Lu will divorce her this time. "

"This is not a divorce, but also to add to their own plug ah, tut Tut, this woman hard to really do everything."

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The voice of discussion is endless. Li Feifei, who is standing behind him, listens, and a cruel smile passes on her cold face.

Took out the mobile phone, Pa Pa Pa sent two words "success"

Conference room.

Lu is also sitting in a lonely room. He presses the remote control in his hand and drags the picture back to the time when Han Zhiyu is sitting alone in the office.

He never thought that such an expression would appear on Han Zhiyu's face.

It seems that I really broke her heart.

He used to laugh at Han Bingjun and didn't know how to love others. What's the difference between him and Han Bingjun now?

Han Zhiyu's voice gradually echoed in his ears and said to himself, "so does Lu. I will divorce you by any means."

It seems that this is the way she chose, but he doesn't blame her.

After all, it was his fault from the beginning. He was too bossy, overbearing and powerful.

Relying on his love for Han Zhiyu and regardless, but did not stand in her position for her.

That's why she punished herself in this way.

Slowly pacing forward, Lu also stroked Han Zhiyu's lonely eyes.

Zhiyu, are you willing to give me another chance to love you again!

Lu, with a strong and resolute nature, left his first tears.

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two months later, Paris.

On a sunny day, the front yard of a house near the street is full of flowers.

Although the house is small, it is clean and tidy inside.

There is a vase on the small log table near the window. The sunflower inside is in full bloom.

The kettle in the kitchen is boiling and whining.

Wearing an apron, Han Zhiyu rushed to take down the kettle, poured the boiling water into the bottle of flower tea, and then began to prepare breakfast. Whole wheat bread slices were wrapped with jam and served with a glass of milk.

Han Zhiyu moved these things to the small log table, enjoying the delicious food and the beautiful scenery outside the window.

The warm wind lifted Han Zhiyu's soft hair.

Her eyes fell on the flowers in the yard, thinking that she would buy some herbicides when she came back.

After breakfast, she simply packed the sandwiches she had prepared last night into her backpack. Then Han Zhiyu picked up the painting tools in the corner of the living room and went out.

These days, as long as she has time, she will go out to paint for others to earn some pocket money, more to pass the time.

When she got to the square, she set up a drawing board as usual, waiting for the guests.

If there were no guests, she would take a book out of her bag to read, or draw the scenery around her.

The leisure time will soon pass. At noon, she will take out the prepared sandwiches and eat them. She will continue to enjoy the pleasant life in this warm and moving street.

When there was no one in the square in the afternoon, she put away her painting tools and went home.

Through the local small supermarket, they will bring some fruits and vegetables, and today they bought extra herbicides.

When she opened the door and went in, she was stunned when she saw the people sitting in the living room.

"I'm here on business. I'll drop in and see you." He yuanze looked at her gently and said.

Han Zhiyu didn't remember how many times he had been on a business trip. He waved his hand carelessly and said, "have you had dinner?""Not yet." He yuanze replied shyly.

Han Zhiyu no longer spoke, put down the drawing board, took things to the kitchen, put on an apron and began to get busy.

"I'll help you." He yuanze rolled up his sleeve and came over.

He yuanze's hands are very beautiful. When he helps to wash vegetables, his movements are very elegant.

Wash very carefully, eyes always look to one side of Han Zhiyu.

This gentle and quiet woman has a lingering sadness between her eyebrows.

This state is not the same as before.

Before, there was melancholy between her eyebrows, which was a kind of deep injury.

But the same, let him see will be very distressed.

Han Zhiyu is cutting vegetables, cutting, thinking will turn to other things above.

Recently, there are fewer and fewer people in the square. The money they earn every day is almost unable to maintain their expenses. It seems that they are looking for another job to make money.

Because I was too preoccupied, I was in a mess when I was cutting vegetables.

When the hand a pain, Han Zhiyu light call.

Look at your hand, there is bright red liquid pouring out.

Stay there for a while and forget the reaction you should have.

Until his wrist is held, the index finger is put into he yuanze's lip, warm touch from the index finger.

Han Zhiyu reaction, for the sudden intimacy and some behind the ear fever, uncomfortable want to pull back his hand.

"I'm fine."

He yuanze put his hand on her wrist to stop her pulling away. He looked at Han Zhiyu straightly.

Han Zhiyu was he yuanze's eyes, which seemed to be dead and could see into her soul, and his eyes flickered uneasily, avoiding his too direct eyes.

He is a smart man, he has any mind, he will understand.

Two months ago, he helped himself escape from Lu's villa. Because he said, "the most dangerous place is the safest place", she stayed in Paris.