Emperor Shao chased his wife crazy

In China, the reception room of the Ke Group.

The clouds outside the window moved slowly, and the weather was just right. An Yu stared at Fang Zilu's red lips touching up and down, but didn't listen to a word, and her thoughts drifted away to the distance.

Ke Chenye is awake now, and he probably knows that she has gone. I don't know what he will think, but he will probably be very happy to get rid of her as a burden, right?

I don’t know if he has taken good care of his eyes. Dr. Donald has told her a lot, and she wrote them down on paper and put them on the bedside table with the paintings. The nurses who take care of him should be able to see them later.

Did he cooperate with the nurse's work?Or is it as vicious and surly as before, making people afraid to approach?

Will he see the painting?
Many questions lingered in my mind, a hand in front of my eyes waved from side to side, and Fang Zilu's concerned expression came into view: "Miss An, what's wrong with you?"

An Yu shuddered and woke up suddenly, only to remember that she was meeting with Fang Zilu to discuss wedding dress design. The client was right in front of her eyes, and she was distracted!

"Sorry," An Yu said apologetically, "I've only returned to China not long ago, and the jet lag hasn't reversed yet."

Fang Zilu nodded understandingly, An Yu took the initiative to ask her: "What do you think? Is there anything you don't like?"

Fang Zilu shook her head quickly, held her hand with glowing eyes, said coolly and softly, "No, your design is too good! I like it very much, so it's right to leave it to you!"

"It's fine if you like it." An Yu smiled lightly, feeling sincerely relieved, "Please also show the design draft to your husband for review and see if there is anything that needs to be revised."

Fang Zi smiled openly, looking like a little woman immersed in happiness: "I know he will like it, so there is no need to ask. Although you said that you have never designed men's suits before, isn't this done well? The brushstrokes give me a kind of It’s a very gentle feeling, looking at your design, it’s like being on the beach, that kind of immersive feeling..."

When she said that she was excited, An Yu recalled the incident by the sea, and there was a trace of sentimental nostalgia in her wry smile.

After handing over the design, An Yu got up and showed Fang Zi out.

Fang Zilu fell in love with her at first sight, and now he held her hand and said intimately: "It happens that my girlfriend is planning to get married in a while, and I will recommend you to her."

"Thank you, Miss Fang." An Yu smiled politely, but didn't take it too seriously.

She sent Fang Zilu to the underground parking lot, watched her get into the nanny's car and left, and then went back to find a place to live with her suitcase.

Unexpectedly, Ke's father's subordinates found her: "Miss An, Director Ke invites you to go."

An Yu glanced at their postures coldly, and understood in her heart that she said "please", but in fact, there was no room for her to refuse.

It just so happened that she also had something she wanted to know.

An Yu followed to the office, and his people retreated out immediately.

Sitting behind the large desk, Father Ke pushed a blank check in front of her: "Stop it, it won't do you any good to keep checking."

An Yu's eyes flicked over the check, and then fell on Ke's father's capable and tough face, he couldn't help but laugh.

First was Ke Chenye and then was Ke's father. Their styles were really in the same line. They were used to sending her off with money. Who would believe that they were not biological father and son?
check?He knew she had tracked down Ke Yuzhi?Is Father Ke trying to cover up or cover up?

The thought flashed away, An Yu frowned slightly, and pushed the check back: "No need."

"Heh." Father Ke sneered, his face full of disdain, "What are you pretending? Don't you just like money? After signing the contract, you have no salary for ten years. How long has it passed? You are going abroad and renting a house again. , and hired a private detective, no amount of money is enough for you to squander."

he knows!
An Yu was startled, but didn't show it on his face.

The more Ke's father behaved like this, the more she felt that there was a ghost in his heart.

Accusing her of plagiarism is nothing more than to ruin her career and prevent her from gaining a foothold in Kyoto.

If this incident is exposed, although the Ke Group will be questioned by others, it will not cause a big splash, not to mention that people have a lot of forgetfulness.

But Ke's father was so nervous that he didn't hesitate to throw out a check and pay a high price to make her give up. This is clearly a manifestation of his ulterior motives.

An Yu's intuition was not that simple, she rolled her eyes, and said calmly, "Is Yuzhi okay now?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Ke's father's face, and his tone was cold: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Why doesn't it matter?" An Yu smiled lightly, "We are still husband and wife legally, don't I have the right to visit my husband?"

Father Ke stared at her unblinkingly, his eyes flickering with suspicion.

An Yu allowed him to scrutinize her generously, and was also ready to be rejected by Ke's father.

Unexpectedly, when he changed the subject, he let go: "You can go and see him."

An Yu's eyes widened slightly in surprise, a trace of doubt arose in her heart, but the private detective's words had always concerned her a lot, and now she had a rare opportunity to find out the truth, and she didn't want to miss it.

"I'll go." An Yu said sternly, the private detective found Ke Yuzhi's IP, it might not be him, the one who can enter and leave Ke's house at any time, is also Ke's father.

An Yu exited the office, not far away Ke Chenye's assistant was holding a pile of documents in his arms, apparently waiting for her.

"Miss An." The assistant stepped forward and handed over the documents to her, "These are the tasks assigned to you by Director Ke...you work hard."

An Yu smiled bitterly helplessly. Father Ke really tried every means to extract the last ounce of value from her, showing the essence of a businessman to the fullest.

After handing over the work, the assistant was about to leave, but was stopped by An Yu: "Do you have contact with him? How is he now?"

The assistant quickly realized who she was talking about: "Mr. Ke's eyes are recovering very well, and the doctor estimates that they will recover in about a month. However, Mr. Ke is planning to open up foreign markets, so he should return home later."

An Yu nodded. Generally speaking, it takes three months to recover. It seems that Ke Chenye is still very healthy.

She was relieved, but also worried: "Have you found a new nurse? How are they getting along?"

The assistant's expression changed slightly, and he quickly restrained himself: "Miss An, don't worry, the new nurse and Mr. Ke get along very well."

"Really?" An Yu was still worried. She couldn't forget that when she went to the hospital on the first day, she heard the sound of falling and smashing inside the ward before she got to the ward, and she couldn't forget the sad faces of the two nurses and the way they left. exhortation.

"Yeah." The assistant pressed his fist to his lips, An Yu cared for Ke Chenye, and didn't notice that his expression was a little unnatural, "President Ke's bad temper was due to blindness, now that his eyes are cured, he will naturally feel better, An Yu Don't worry, miss."

An Yu responded in a low voice, lowered his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief but at the same time was inexplicably disappointed.

Can anyone be replaced?