Failed Boss

Chapter 66 Murong Mirror

Staring at the two girls with resentful eyes, her eyes were full of envy and hatred. Aqiusha saw them getting into that cool yellow sports car that looked like a Transformer, and suddenly saw Murong rushing out, her heart ached. She trembled inexplicably, obviously frightened.

After the defiant young master Murong Chong got into the car, he saw the sports car speeding away like an arrow leaving the string.

Aqiusha's eyes moved slowly with the sports car, until the sports car turned into a small yellow spot, then she looked back, looked at the huge garden, and there were so many branches and leaves that needed pruning, and sighed.

It turned out that everything was her wishful thinking, and she, Aqiusha, was still that humble maid.

Without thinking too much, Aqiusha knelt down and continued pruning the branches and leaves with tools.

Aqiusha, who has been working with her head bowed, has been immersed in the world of self-pity, and has not noticed a black business car slowly driving over from the square.

In the old castle, Baili Hanchu walked into the study room, stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the small picturesque garden outside the window.

Just now I heard from Huiru that the people in the guard room called to ask whether Murong Jing would let him in.Baili Hanchu knew in his heart that Murong Jing must have come for that matter.

The afternoon sun lazily hit Baili Hanchu who was wearing a white shirt. His skin was fair and delicate but not femininity.

The black business car slowly stopped at the gate of the castle. The driver in white uniform got out of the car, walked around to the back, opened the door with a hand in white gloves, and waited respectfully aside.

A pair of feet wearing black leather shoes protruded from the inside, stepping on the hard marble floor, a slender black figure bent over and stepped out, straightened up, the gold-rimmed glasses on his face reflected a dazzling light, and the Murong mirror was snapped on After unbuttoning the top of the suit, he walked into the castle with steady steps.

Butler Sara greeted him with a smile on her face, and said respectfully: "Mr. Murong, please follow me." After saying that, he led the way for him.

Murong Jing didn't say a word, with a calm demeanor, and the gold-rimmed glasses covered the expression in his eyes, making it impossible for people to know his true feelings at this moment.

Passing through the magnificent corridor, about 3 minutes later, Sara walked to the door of the study with Murong Jing, and gestured: "Our young master is waiting for you inside, please come in." Then she turned and left.

Murong Jing walked straight in. The study room was brightly sunny, and there were bookcases lining the walls on three sides. Bookcases taller than a person were lined up neatly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Baili Hanchu turned around unhurriedly, raised his eyes slowly, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him exuding a refined and bookish spirit, stretched out his arms, pointed to the brown sofa beside him, and said with a smile: "Murong Chairman, please sit down."

With his slender fingers, Murong Jing gently unbuttoned the two buttons on the suit, and sat down gracefully on the sofa as promised.

With long legs, Baili Hanchu slowly pointed to the wine cabinet at the side of a person, and asked, "What kind of wine would you like to drink?"

Murong Jing said calmly, "Whatever you want."

Baili Hanchu skillfully and gracefully poured two glasses of Great Wall wine, walked over, handed one of the glasses to him, and then sat down on the sofa next to him.

Murong Jing reached out to take it, and gently shook the liquid in the glass. After the aroma of the wine slowly came out, he said, "Master Baili still loves this type of wine the most."

"We are descendants of Chinese people. Even though we live in a foreign country, we still have to support our own brand." Baili Hanchu looked indifferent, glanced at the red wine in his hand, shook it gently, and the dark red liquid hit the wall of the glass.

Murong Jing took a sip of the red wine, and his lips and teeth smelled fragrant all of a sudden, "I don't know how the matter I asked Master Baili to investigate is now?"

Originally, with Murong Jing's wealth, it would have been better to find someone to investigate directly with a private detective, but Baili Hanchu's power is huge, extending to all parts of the world, so he chose Baili Hanchu, and he believed that he would not let him down.

Baili Hanchu just looked at the red wine in his hand, his thick long eyelashes covered his deep eyes, "To tell you the truth, Mr. Murong, the matter you Baili is investigating has already taken shape."

When Murong Jing heard this, he almost stood up from the sofa, the red wine in the glass splashed out because of his agitation, and sank into the high-quality brown carpet under his feet.

"Where is A-Jiao now?" Murong Jing's voice seemed very eager, contrary to his indifference in the past.

In contrast, Baili Hanchu was casual. He put the red wine in his hand to his thin red lips, took a sip, and said, "Dead."

These two words, which are as light as feathers, are like two thunderclaps, striking heavily at the softest part of Murong Jing's heart, the pupils behind the gold-rimmed glasses are full of disbelief, and murmured: "What... You said Gillian..." But she couldn't say the last two words.

"Yes, she died in China seven years ago." Baili Hanchu didn't seem to know what the blow was, and just narrated more specific facts lightly.

Murong Jing leaned weakly on the sofa behind, the wine glass in his hand slipped out of his hands soundlessly, and fell on the high-grade brown carpet and landed soundlessly, the dark red liquid inside flowed out and was absorbed by the carpet.

It was 10 minutes later when Murong Jing walked out of the castle again, and he was in a daze, like a wandering spirit.

The driver next to Hou's black business car reached out and opened the door for him.

Murong Jing was in a trance, staring blankly at the car door but didn't get in the car.

The driver was a little strange, and asked softly, "Sir, what's the matter with you?"

Only then did Murong Jing come back to his senses, calmed down, and said flatly: "It's nothing, let's go."

After finishing speaking, Murong Jing stepped into the car.

In the small garden not far away, Aqiusha straightened up, glanced this way inadvertently, and was immediately stunned.

The man was gentle and handsome, with meticulously combed hair, and a well-tailored suit made his figure even more upright. After all, he was so upright in profile. He bent down and got into the car.

This face is the one her mother dreams about, and it is also the one that has appeared in her dreams countless times...

Aqiusha hurriedly dropped the tools in her hand and ran towards the car.

The driver had already started the car, the business car turned a corner, and ran towards the wide square like an arrow off the string.

Murong Jing in the car took out his wallet from the inside pocket of his suit, and took out a yellowed photo inside to look at it carefully. There was unstoppable pain in the dull eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

Gillian... Gillian...Murong Jing silently recited this name in his heart, immersed in the pain of losing his beloved, unaware that a girl behind him was desperately chasing his car.

(End of this chapter)