Chongmo looked at the suitcase lying there in silence. He was stunned.

It's not like that, is it?

Jin liefeng, the president of kW, is called Ansel in English, and the English signature of this book is also Ansel.

The president of kW is now in their city, and the owner of this book is estimated to be still in the city. No one can leave the airport in such a rainstorm weather tonight.

KW's president wants to be mysterious, but there is no doubt that with his wealth and value, buying this kind of box is absolutely as casual as buying a bag of spicy strips.

All the features are right.

In addition to today's extravagance of that person, if she is surrounded by bodyguards, she can't even see clearly. It's the president of kW. It's totally possible!

Chongmo didn't believe it when he first saw the name.

But now, she has to believe in this box, which is probably the case of Jin liefeng, President of kW.

KW's president's suitcase is here.

I don't think this conclusion is absurd.

But the boxes in front of her seemed to prove it to her.

At the same time, Wang Xiaoxiao came out after taking a bath.

As she wiped her hair, she came over, glanced at the open suitcase and asked, "Momo, do you have books and documents in your suitcase? When did you love studying so much? "

Even when you go out for a tour, you have to take so many things that you can't use in the tour.

Wang Xiaoxiao asked the exit only to find out what was wrong.

No matter how much you love learning, you can't even take your clothes in a box. Are they all books and folders?

Wang Xiaoxiao widened his eyes, sat down beside chongmo, stared at the box in front of him, and asked in surprise, "Momo? Where's your box? Whose suitcase is this? "

Chongmo's mood has not been calmed, and she said: "maybe, maybe it's the president of kW."

"What?" Wang Xiaoxiao's reaction is more unbelievable than her.

Chongmo took a sip of hot water from his cup and finally recovered.

She told Wang Xiaoxiao about the airport before, and then said, "it's not necessarily true. Maybe it's a local tyrant's English name, and then I took the wrong box. I have to confirm this."

"Confirm what? Isn't there a file here? " Wang Xiaoxiao directly picked up a folder and opened it: "don't you know if this thing has the word kW?"

Chongmo wanted to stop it.

After all, she didn't know whether those documents were confidential or not, so she originally planned to call kW's local branch to ask if the president of the other party had lost a suitcase.

Wang Xiaoxiao's action to open the folder is too fast for her to stop.

The expression on Wang Xiaoxiao's face froze when she saw the contents of the folder.

Chongmo took her reaction as if she had made a mistake. Embarrassed, she reached for the folder and wanted to put it back in the trunk.

"See, I guess wrong? OK, if I can't find out who it is, I'll go to the TV station tomorrow and ask them to claim the lost and found, so as to leave a contact information. All my tablets are still in the suitcase I lost - "

" ah! It's really kW's file Wang Xiaoxiao's voice seemed to thaw with great difficulty, and she burst out in shock.

Heavy Mo Leng Leng, finally can't help but open the first page of the folder, which is printed with kW LOGO!

"And Really? " She murmured.

But soon, chongmo came back.

It's easy to know whose it belongs to.

She will go to kW's branch here tomorrow, return the suitcase to the president of kW, and ask for her own suitcase by the way, otherwise the design draft will be lost, and she will be heartbroken!

"Well, put the things away. I'll return the suitcase there tomorrow." Don't put the folder back in the trunk and close the lid.

Wang Xiaoxiao looked at Mo and hesitated: "Mo Mo, you just want to return a box?"

Heavy Mo Leng next, some inexplicably looking at Wang Xiaoxiao: "ah? Why don't you return the box? "

Wang Xiaoxiao scratched his hair speechlessly, trying to remind him: "Mo Mo, the other party is the president of kW!"

Chongmo still didn't figure out her trace: "ah? Yes, what's the matter? "

Choked by her reaction, Wang Xiaoxiao had no choice but to point out: "President of kW, do you have no idea?"

Chongmo then reacted and couldn't help but smile and pinched Wang Xiaoxiao's face. "Xiaoxiao, you always have to refute that you are a love brain. The only intersection between me and the president is to take the wrong box and return it. If it's OK, what else can I think?"In addition to the shock of finding out the identity of the owner of the box, she still has to return the things and take back the tablet she cherished.

Xiaoxiao, when she used to be with Mengqi, was obsessed with love and couldn't get out. As a result, she refused to face Mengqi's infidelity.

Now really why things are the same as in love dramas, no matter what the identity difference, who can get together to fall in love?

Besides, she and the president of kW, this is too exaggerated, OK!

Wang Xiaoxiao looked at her two eyes and shook her head: "Momo, do you know why you haven't had a boyfriend since you studied?"

Chongmo sighed: "because I don't have a boy fate, do I?"

It really depressed her.

She's not a beauty, but she's not ugly, is she?

But from small to big, Leng has never been chased by boys!

Including after going to work, the same does not have!!!

Perhaps, she is a heterosexual insulator, in the eyes of the heterosexual, she is no different from boys, right?

Wang Xiaoxiao stares at her and says, "no, you're not a boy. I'll ask you. When you are in your twenties, have you ever liked any boy?"

I don't want to stay for a long time. When I think about it carefully, I suddenly find that I haven't liked Ren, he, Nan and Sheng in the past 20 years!

Why?

How could that be?

Isn't it true that most people, like childhood, have secret love for the God next door or the schoolmaster?

Why can't she remember the experience that she once liked anyone?

Did she not even meet a boy who could make her a little moved when she was growing up?

This is too unscientific!

Wang Xiaoxiao saw her start to stay, can't help but push her: "Momo?"

Heavy don't return to a God, oneself also some doubts a way: "seem to still really have not."