Yang Fuxiao arrived at the hotel, took the bill opened by Zhou Xiangdong, and went to the logistics department to pick up uniforms.

  The uniform and work permit she originally wore were taken away by the police who came to investigate as evidence, but it has been two days and there is still no news.

  Just as I was about to go upstairs to the logistics department, I was pulled back by Meng Xi who rushed over from behind.

  "Wait," said Meng Xi, pulling out a woven red cord from his pocket. "You've been having a tough few days, so Grandma went to the temple and got you a good luck charm bracelet, instructing me to put it on you to ward off evil spirits."

  Yang Fu Xiao rotated the Buddhist rosary on his wrist and smiled with narrowed eyes.

  Grandma Meng is especially good to Yang Fu Xiao, and it's also a place where she can feel a little bit of warmth from home.

  Yang Mu Xiao wore her uniform and came out, coincidentally meeting Fang Shu in the elevator, so she smiled and greeted him.

  Fang Shu nodded and when they were getting off the elevator, she called out to Yang Fuxiao who had walked out first and handed her a paper bag.

  "Mr. Gu has entrusted you with buying two sets of clothes, make good use of them."

  "Thank you."

  At two o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Shu was already waiting outside the door in his car.

  Because she went to Shanghai with Gu Qingcheng, Zhou Xiangdong didn't know about it, so he spent some time asking for leave in the afternoon.

  Zhou Xiangdong looked at her with an obviously unfavorable gaze, "Taking a leave of absence for two or three days due to something happening will affect your internship evaluation here!"

  Yang apologized: "Sorry, Manager Zhou, something really came up, it won't happen again."

  Yang Xiao came out of the manager's office and almost didn't stop for a moment, without even taking the elevator, he went straight downstairs, his hair tied back in a ponytail scattered as he ran, bursting through the hotel door, opening the passenger car door to get in.

  "Sorry, Mr. Gu, I've delayed for a while in the manager's office..."

  "Sit in the back."

  Yang Fu Xiao's leg paused just as he was about to step onto the bus.

  Can she say she deliberately sat in the front passenger seat?

  However, she still sat quietly in the back, but when she was very close to Gu Qingcheng, that kind of pressure really made her unable to breathe.

  Gu Qingcheng was reading a newspaper, adjusted the glasses on his nose bridge and ordered Fang Shu in front of him: "Drive."

  In the car, Yang Fuxiao looked at Gu Qingcheng's handsome profile, occasionally saying a few words to Fang Shu in front of him based on the news in the newspaper in his hand. Suddenly, Yang Fuxiao felt that this person was not Xu Muhuang from the beginning, and it had always been her illusion.

  "You're a hotel management major, shouldn't you be familiar with Liang Yufan?"

  Gu Qingcheng turned around and looked at Yang Fuxiao, just one glance, and the thoughts in Yang Fuxiao's mind that were growing like vines were interrupted.

  "Huh?"

  She just stared at Gu Qingcheng's face and didn't hear what he and Fang Shu were saying just now, and suddenly turned around to ask her something.

  So now it's awkward, Gu Qingcheng is waiting for her response, but she has no idea where to start.

  Fang Shu, who was driving, glanced in the rearview mirror and seemed a bit down, saying: "It's this time we're going to Shanghai to see Mr. Liang..."

  Yang Mu Xiao looked at Fang Shu with great gratitude, suddenly remembering that Gu Qing Cheng had mentioned earlier that he was going to Shanghai to see Liang Yu Fan. He turned around and said: "We have an elective course which is Mr. Liang Yu Fan's hotel micro-management, I once..."

  "Park."

  Gu Qingcheng interrupted Yang Fuxiao's words and suddenly said.

  Fang Shu turned on his right turn signal and pulled over to the side of the road.

  Gu Qingcheng turned to Yang Moxiao: "Get off the car."

  Yang Mu Xiao was taken aback, "Why?"

  Gu Qingcheng took off his glasses, and his black eyes had no warmth. "You want to follow me, the first thing you need to learn is: less talk, more action."

  "Can't even ask questions?"

  "Wait until you have your own capital, then come ask me why."

  Yang Furong bit her lip and picked up her bag to open the car door, but Gu Qingcheng held down her bag.

  "Go to the airport on foot."