The morning stars are far away

Chapter 127 The Boss Doesn't Return to the Old House
Alan didn't dare to go in and disturb him, so he could only stand at the door, waiting for Gu Yichen's call at any time.

"Alan." Ten minutes later, Gu Yichen's voice sounded.

Allen immediately clamped his chrysanthemum, knocked on the door respectfully and entered the office: "Boss, what's your order?"

"Is there any smoke?" Gu Yichen's voice was dull, unable to detect any emotion.

"Smoke?" Allen was taken aback: "I don't have it on me, I'll buy it, and I'll buy it right away."

Ten minutes later, Allen ran up with a cigarette in his arms, unpacked it, and handed it to the desk.

Gu Yichen held one, and pressed the lighter, the shallow flame lit up, and the smoke was immediately lingering.

Gu Yichen ignored Alan, but with a cigarette in one hand, he turned around and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and under the glass window of the president's office on the 88th floor, the man's tall and straight figure seemed to be coated with a faint halo, so majestic, so dignified and elegant.

But the half-cigarette held in his hanging right hand rose up in a lingering, but inexplicable way, adding a touch of loneliness and loneliness to his back.

Gu Yichen occasionally drank alcohol, but he didn't smoke. He hated the feeling of being surrounded by smog, and he had some little cleanliness fetishes. What he disliked the most was the choking smell of tobacco.

Allen has been with him for more than ten years. In his impression, he would only smoke on the anniversary of his mother's death. And when he was 20 years old, he had a big fight with his grandfather, Mr. Yin, because of Yin Yanwei in England. After that, I smoked once.

Allen knew that only when he was in an extremely depressed mood would he choose to use things like cigarettes to anesthetize and vent.

Those words this morning may have been caused by impulsive anger, but Alan knew that Gu Yichen cared very much.

He sighed lightly, but did not try to dissuade them. It is difficult for an upright official to break up housework. The authorities are obsessed with this state, and only the person concerned can relieve it.

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8 pm.

Gu Yichen came out of the company.

Alan looked at Gu Yichen from the rearview mirror, leaning on the seat with his eyes closed, and asked, "Master Boss, are you sure you want to go to Yujingxuan instead of going back to the old house?"

"En." Gu Yichen didn't say much, his voice seemed a little tired, and after a while, he said again: "Call the old house."

Alan pressed the phone of the old house, turned on the speaker, the landline rang three times, and the call was answered. Before he could speak, Alan reported his family name as familiar.

"HELLO, I'm Alan, the boss asked me to report, he won't go back tonight."

"What, little uncle isn't coming back tonight!?" On the other end of the phone, Zheng Xue's voice came from afar, approaching from far away, she seemed to have snatched the phone, and bluffed: "Alan, I What about little uncle, is he with you?"

"Eh..." Allen turned his head and glanced at Gu Yichen, seeing that he was silent, he said into the phone, "The boss is in the car."

"Little uncle!" Over there, Zheng Xue called out with great excitement, and then said coquettishly: "Little uncle, why don't you come back tonight, we are still waiting for you to eat! Tell me, don't you With Ye Xingyao? Is she pestering you for something again?"

Gu Yichen opened his eyes suddenly, and frowned slightly: "Ye Xingyao didn't go back?"

"No." Zheng Xue was a little puzzled, thinking, Ye Xingyao is not with Gu Yichen?She changed her mind, and was about to say something to slander Ye Xingyao, when the phone over there suddenly rang a busy tone.

(End of this chapter)