Yu Wenfeng sees Gu Yunxiao's shadow from qianjingchuan.

Hard work, hard work, up.

No accident, there is no limit to the future of this young man.

After two words of concern, he hung up.

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Qianmo group.

Office of the president.

Yang Sen came to the door of the office for the third time and looked up the time. The hour hand has pointed to one o'clock in the morning.

He took two deep breaths and knocked hard on the door.

"President, it's me."

"Come in."

There was a quick response from the office.

Yang Sen saw that the tone of the other side was normal, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he opened the door and went in.

"President, it's getting late. It's time for you to go back and have a rest."

"Well..."

The man sitting behind the wide desk did not lift his head, and he responded in a low voice.

Yang Sen can't help but feel embarrassed. He doesn't know if he should continue to speak.

In the past few days, Mo Ye has been working overtime in the company until late at night.

Yang Sen knows that he is worried about the dark net, but if it goes on like this, young people can't stand it, let alone Mo ye, who is over 50 years old.

"Anything else?"

Seeing him clubbed in front of his desk, Mo Ye slowly raises his head, and his eyes are a little tired.

"President, shall I take you back to rest?"

Yang Sen stood upright and spoke again.

"You can get off work. Don't wait for me."

Mo Ye takes back his eyes and continues to look at the documents in his hand.

"President, we can't find out about the dark net for a while. You..."

"Arsene, what's the situation now, madam Qian?"

Mo Ye turns over the document, and the sound is very sudden in the quiet air.

"I haven't heard from her yet."

Yang Sen's back suddenly tightened and his head dropped.

Strange to say, since JingSe boarded the plane and left the city, there was no news. The plane landed normally and there was no accident. But it's been a week and she hasn't been in touch with them. We've sent someone to investigate, but there's no clue.

Mo Ye hears this, eyebrow is very obvious tight frown, Mou color deepened a few minutes.

If Jing se didn't contact him intentionally, there was only one possibility

She

"You go down."

Those bold and black characters on the document are a little dazzling, and Mo Ye is a little upset.

"Yes."

Yang Sen didn't dare to walk out any more.

Although Mo ye asked him to go back first, he did not dare to leave first.

Back in his office, he contacted the spy again and continued to track down jingser's news.

Mo ye can't see any more. He opens the bottom drawer and takes a cigar out of the box. light. The scarlet fireworks flickered, and the air in the room was more dreary.

The curly white smoke rose slowly and swirled in the air.

After taking two puffs, Mo Ye's eyebrows become deeper.

Chi

He put down his cigar, pushed back the chair, and stood up a little agitated.

Yang Sen heard the heavy sound of closing the door and ran out of his office.

"President..."

"To Jinghai."

Mo Ye walks into the elevator with a heavy step.

Half an hour later.

Yang Sen drives Mo ye to the gate of Jinghai sanatorium.

The security guard at the sentry box didn't stop them. Instead, he said hello to Mo Ye respectfully.

"Mr. Mo, please come in."

Yang Sen has some doubts about this and can't help but take a look at the rearview mirror.

The people in the back seat sat back, tired.