"Beep—beep—"

His handsome eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. Mo Qingfeng, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the car, saw that the road he was traveling on was surrounded, and immediately felt a little irritated, so he turned on the horn.

But what he didn't expect was that this approach not only failed to make them disperse, but gradually gathered more villagers to come and watch. Mo Qingfeng had no choice but to slap the steering wheel to vent his anger, turn off the accelerator, and drive himself

Get out of the car.

"Can you please give in? I have something to do and I have to be on my way."

Mo Qingfeng put one hand on the car door and glanced at the people in front of him one by one with stern eyes, a hint of unknown exploration in his brows.

"Hey, little brother, can your car carry me?"

Among the crowded crowd, a middle-aged and elderly man with a thin body and slightly white temples slowly walked out to Mo Qingfeng, raised his finger and pointed at his sports car, asking with a serious expression.

"Ha." Seeing the sudden request from the other party, Mo Qingfeng let out a sigh of relief, and replied angrily, "Uncle, I'm not a taxi, I'm not a jobber."

“What are tacos?”

However, when Mo Qingfeng finished his answer, the thin man stared at him blankly, seemed to ponder for a moment, and then asked.

"It's a taxi!"

Being completely speechless by the other party's inability to understand English, Mo Qingfeng didn't bother to say anything more to him, so he leaned into the car and drove forward forcefully.

"Wait, wait, how can you, a young man, do this? I haven't finished speaking yet!"

But just when Mo Qingfeng kept honking his horn and turned it up to the maximum, preparing to scare everyone away, the thin man stepped forward and blocked Mo Qingfeng's car, refusing to leave.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Mo Qingfeng stared at him through the front window of the car with impatient eyes, raised his head slightly and asked.

"Look, I have so many things here, how can one person move them? My home is still several kilometers away from the town here, so it will probably take me at night to drag it back."

The thin middle-aged man had an old face and looked at Mo Qingfeng through the car window with a sad expression. Looking at this look, he seemed to be really dependent on him.

"Okay, that's it. I'll give you a ride, that's fine. But, you have to exchange a condition with me."

Seeing the other person dragging him along like this, there is no solution after all. He is really in a hurry to find Fang Ziyin. So, after thinking about it in his heart, Mo Qingfeng didn't bother to chat with this person any more, and his eyes flashed.

He gestured slightly, then frowned and made a deep decision.

"What are the conditions?" The thin man looked at Mo Qingfeng curiously, stroking the stubble on his chin with his right hand, but his expression seemed quite casual.

"Well, have you seen this woman in town today?"

Mo Qingfeng rolled down the window, reached out and handed out her mobile phone. On the screen was a photo of Fang Ziyin, and placed it in front of the thin man.

The middle-aged man with white temples frowned and looked at the purple-clothed girl in the photo. After a moment, he shook his head blankly: "I have no impression."

"Have you seen any taxis or private cars from Santa Fe today?" Mo Qingfeng was slightly disappointed, but quickly continued to ask.

"Well, yes." The thin man grinned.

"When? Where did it go?" Qingfeng's eyes narrowed.

"Right now, there is one in front of me."

The thin man pursed his lips and looked down at Mo Qingfeng's sports car, teasing him clearly.

"I mean the other cars!"

Mo Qingfeng finally became a little impatient with the other party, and put down his words: "Be more serious, or ask the people you know in the town. If you keep chatting, no one will leave!"

"Hey, don't, don't, don't. Let me think about it, or let me ask."

Seeing Mo Qingfeng's harsh words and stern look on his face, the thin man did not dare to talk nonsense anymore. He immediately compromised and frowned in thought. From time to time, he seemed to be really lost in memories.

"oh--"

After a while, the man immediately came back to his senses and replied to Mo Qingfeng with a bright smile: "I remembered, I remembered, there was such a car passing through the town today, not long ago.

Here. You give me a ride, and I will show you the way."

Mo Qingfeng's handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and she glanced at the thin man in front of her with a confused and strange look, as if she was somewhat doubtful of his words.

"Oh, stop being so impatient, let's go quickly, otherwise don't blame me if you can't keep up."

The middle-aged man with white hair had a sad look on his face, and he urged Mo Qingfeng in a hurry. He turned aside and picked up his large and small bags, and then dragged them behind the car.

"Brother, please open the trunk."

After glancing at him from a distance through the rearview mirror outside the window of the front seat, Mo Qingfeng finally didn't bother to argue with him any more and just obediently opened the trunk of the car.

"Oh, forget it, let's just believe him once. If we really have no choice, we can only go to his house and ask others."

After some planning, Mo Qingfeng was not one to procrastinate. After the other party packed up his things and got in the car, he honked the horn to disperse the onlookers and drove to the winding mountain road in the town.

Eton Business School, Santa Fe, central teaching building, academic affairs office.

In the spacious and bright hall, there is a huge oval citron wood table in the center. At this moment, almost all the academic deans and leaders of the business school are gathered together in front of the table.

But at this moment, it was obvious that everyone was standing or sitting casually, and there was no meeting going on, but everyone's expressions looked extremely upright and serious. The reason was for no other reason, because sitting in the high seat directly in front of the long table was Santa Fe

President of Eton University, Liu Cen.

Liu Cen was dressed in a black formal suit. He leaned back slightly on the leather chair. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his eyes were fixed on a piece of document paper in front of him. In front of him, there were many other manuscript papers scattered in disorder. The forms on it were

There are rows of names and numbers printed densely on them.

"Okay, you all go back to your seats and continue working. I won't interrupt you anymore and will leave first."

After a long time, Liu Cen slowly put down the book in his hand, tapped his fingertips on the table, stood up and raised his head, looking around the room, and finally landed on An Ning, who was standing respectfully next to him.

After a slight pause, he moved away again, ready to walk away and gave instructions.

"You walk slowly." Upon seeing this, all the directors and leaders of the business school hurriedly bent down to be polite.

"Hey, principal, let me see you off."

Zhao Dezhong, who had been sitting next to him with his eyes narrowed and dozing off, was suddenly awakened. He stood up quickly and walked quickly to Liu Cen's side, smiling respectfully and nodding.

"No, since I don't have much energy, I'll take a more rest so as not to feel sleepy again during the meeting."

Liu Cen glanced sideways at Zhao Dezhong and replied lightly. Everyone present obviously heard the meaning of his words and couldn't help but laugh in their hearts. Zhao Dezhong even blushed when he heard this and immediately lowered his head.

He didn't dare to look at Liu Cen again.

An Ning, who was originally standing next to Liu Cen's seat, slowly regained her expression until she watched his figure go away. Her eyes gradually moved to the report sheets in front of her, and there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.

There was a slight fluctuation, and under the delicate face, there was a slightly complicated look.

After leaving the central teaching building, Liu Cen walked slowly among the tree-lined paths of the campus, followed by his work secretary Kong Wei. But along the way, Liu Cen, who usually talked a lot, always

Without saying a word, she couldn't help but feel worried.

"Principal, how about I ask Zeng Rong, the grade director of the marking team, to retrieve Liu Qingyi's assessment papers and send them to your office?"

"Need not."

Kong Wei's slightly probing and suggestive question was immediately rejected by Liu Cen in a cold tone. However, Liu Cen did not say anything more, but his steps seemed to speed up slightly.

And the direction in which he was going seemed to have changed. At the intersection ahead, he turned left when going back to the administrative office building, but Liu Cen went straight to the right, and the bluestone path on the right led to the main road.

It is the college’s registration complex.

St. Fe's Eton College, on the south side of the east gate of the campus, under the shade of a flower bed next to the sycamore street tree.

A girl with shawl and long hair dressed in casual clothes and pink clothes and blue trousers was pacing back and forth with her head lowered. There was a hint of eagerness on her pretty face. She raised her eyes slightly from time to time and looked around, but quickly took them back. In her mind

, as if lost in thought.

The girl's delicate face outlines a familiar outline. It is Tang Yating who came here early to wait after coming out of the dormitory before she had time to have lunch.

"Sister Yating!"

When Tang Yating's legs were a little tired from standing, and she was looking for a wooden chair to sit down, a familiar girl's crisp call suddenly came from the front of the boulevard not far away, causing her to quickly raise her eyes to follow the sound.

.

"Hey, Qingyi, here!"

After not seeing each other for several days, Tang Yating couldn't help but reveal a rare knowing smile in her brows after catching her first glance at Liu Qingyi, and then she hurriedly waved to him.

While moving, Liu Qingyi quickly walked to Tang Yating, looked at her, then smiled slightly: "Sister Yating, I haven't seen you for a few days, I feel like you have become beautiful again."

"No way, you are the one..."

Tang Yating shook her head in jest, her eyes turning as her eyes fell on Liu Qingyi.

Although the latter's clothes were simple and elegant, they still couldn't hide her beautiful and refined face. But while concentrating, Tang Yating seemed to feel that the other person's cheeks were slightly pale: "Hey, how are you recently? How do you look at you?

, seems to have lost weight."

"Maybe I have too many things going on recently and I haven't had any rest."

Faced with Tang Yating's concerns and condolences, Liu Qingyi did not answer truthfully. Although she also knew that friends should communicate with each other, after all, her own affairs were too complicated and involved too much, so she did not want Tang Yating to be like this
Chapter completed!