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"Yingyue."

Out of prejudice against Meng Yitang, Zhao Yingyue did not give her a good look.

He took off his headphones with one hand and raised his eyebrows, "Is something wrong?"

"Are you going to find your boyfriend?"

Meng Yitang asked gently.

Zhao Yingyue did not answer immediately, but looked at her thinking.

Could it be that he wanted to be a close sister in front of her?

"What does it have to do with you? Whistleblower!"

Zhao Yingyue acted completely in her true colors.

Bring that domineering energy to life.

Meng Yitang was slightly surprised.

In fact, she and Zhao Yingyue were not familiar with each other.

It had only been a year since the other party returned to the Zhao family.

It just so happened that during this year, her mother was hospitalized with uremia and needed chemotherapy every day.

She is busy making money and rarely stays at Zhao's house all day.

Those who go out early and come back late will not be seen when they look up, and they will not be seen when they look down.

I only occasionally heard servants at home say that Zhao Yingyue was the best-tempered wealthy lady they had ever seen.

Right now, it seemed that Zhao Yingyue had another face in front of her.

After gathering his thoughts, Meng Yitang tried to explain: "Yingyue, did you misunderstand something?"

"Meng Yitang, don't think that I don't know, you were sent by my brother to monitor me!"

Being stared at by Zhao Yingyue, Meng Yitang was helpless, "Why are you so sure that I am your brother?"

A rhetorical question made Zhao Yingyue calm down.

He looked hesitant on his face, but he was filled with emotion in his heart.

She is worthy of being a heroine.

That's how he can manipulate people's hearts.

If she was really a love brain who fell in love with Huang Mao, maybe she would really be led by Meng Yitang.

At this point, it was lunch time.

Most of the people in the office walked together in twos and threes.

After a long time, Zhao Yingyue finally spoke: "What do you mean?"

"There's a restaurant across the street that tastes pretty good. Let's chat while we eat?"

Zhao Yingyue followed Meng Yitang downstairs in the CEO's exclusive elevator.

The nearby small restaurants were already packed.

The heat wave surged, making people sweat profusely.

"Boss, I'll have two servings as usual yesterday."

As soon as he stepped into the restaurant opposite the company, Meng Yitang said something familiar.

It seems to come often.

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