"He's not at home, what's wrong?"
Dong Yan was a little confused by Fu Jingchuan's attitude, and he didn't know what was going on between the two.
"Where did he go?"
Fu Jingchuan looked at him and said, "I have something to ask him about."
"He doesn't live at home," said Yan Dong. "He bought another house to live in outside. He usually only comes back on weekends."
"Has he been back this weekend?" Fu Jingchuan asked.
Yan Dong shook his head: "He doesn't come back every weekend. His mother is pressing for marriage, so he sometimes doesn't bother to come back..."
"Where does he live?" Fu Jingchuan interrupted.
Seeing that Fu Jingchuan's face was tense, Director Yan was a little worried that Yan Yao was causing trouble. He couldn't help but asked him anxiously: "Do you have anything to do with him?"
"I'm looking for someone." Fu Jingchuan answered simply and directly, "Don't worry, I'm not looking for trouble with him."
Director Yan and Fu Jingchuan have been working together for many years and have always had a good relationship. They trust his character and temper. Seeing that Fu Jingchuan said he was not troublesome with Yan Yao, he easily told Fu Jingchuan Yan Yao's address.
"Can you give me the key to his house?"
Fu Jingchuan said that he didn't think he could knock on Yan Yao's door.
Director Yan was stunned for a moment and looked a little embarrassed: "This is not appropriate."
After speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Fu Jingchuan would misunderstand, so he quickly explained: "Yan Yao is more privacy-conscious. Usually we have to knock on the door in the past. If we just open the door and go in, he will be unhappy."
"I'm just a backup, not to force my way in." Fu Jingchuan didn't let him be embarrassed, "If Mr. Yan is worried, you can come with us."
Yan Dong hesitated for a moment and nodded: "That's okay."
Yan Yao lives not far from Yan Dong's villa, not far from Huichen Group, between the two places.
When Fu Jingchuan and Yan Dong arrived at Yan Yao's house, the door of Yan Yao's house was closed.
As he expected, no one opened the door after ringing the doorbell at Yan Yao's house for a long time, and no one answered the phone.
I don’t know if I don’t want to answer or if I’m busy.
Fu Jingchuan didn't have time to waste time here. After pressing the doorbell several times with his long finger to no avail, he turned to look at Director Yan: "Director Yan, please open the door."
Yan Dong still had some scruples in his heart, and did not dare to open the door directly and go in. He took out his mobile phone and called Yan Yao a few times, but no one answered the phone.
"Yan Yao has not been to the company for nearly a week." Fu Jingchuan looked at Director Yan with a serious and calm expression, "No one in the company can contact him, aren't you worried, Director Yan?"
Fu Jingchuan's words directly touched Yan Dong's worries. He didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly opened the door with the key. Unexpectedly, as soon as the lock was unlocked, Fu Jingchuan pushed the door open and rushed in. .
"Hey, Mr. Fu..."
Director Yan subconsciously wanted to stop Fu Jingchuan, but Fu Jingchuan had already passed him, opened the door and entered the room. As if he was searching for something, he glanced quickly in private with a pair of dark eyes, and said "Dong Yan, excuse me" and then left. He pushed open the nearest bedroom door, then the second, then the third... until he pushed open the master bedroom door, his movements did not pause at all. Every time he pushed open a door, his black eyes quickly scanned the room, and then He kept pushing open the door to the next room for a while.
From the guest bedroom to the master bedroom, from the bathroom to the balcony, Fu Jingchuan opened every door in the room, his black eyes as sharp and quick as an eagle, as if he was looking for something.
"Mr. Fu?" Dong Yan followed Fu Jingchuan in confusion and asked him anxiously, "What are you looking for?"
But Fu Jingchuan had no time to pay attention to him. From opening the first door to the last door, his breath was held and his heart was beating violently.
He thought that maybe Yan Yao had hidden Shiyang.
He liked Shiyang so much, so he had a reason to hide her.
A reward of 100 million yuan is not much of a temptation for him, who grew up with the key to gold soup in his mouth.
His avoidance and sudden resignation can be reasonable explanations for him hiding Shiyang.
So he eagerly wanted to take a look at the place where he lived. There might be traces of Yang's existence here.
But nothing.
His black eyes quickly and carefully scanned every room and every corner. Although there were traces of human habitation, there were no traces of Shiyang's life, let alone Shiyang.
Until he pushed open the last balcony door, Fu Jingchuan failed to find any trace of Shiyang's existence as he hoped, and the breath he held in his chest slowly turned into discouragement.
"Mr. Fu?"
Yan Dong, who was watching Fu Jingchuan's expression change along the way, called him in confusion. Before he could speak, Fu Jingchuan suddenly turned to look at him: "Dong Yan, does Yan Yao have another place to live?"
Dong Yan saw in his dark eyes a hint of eagerness to seek medical treatment. This was something Yan Dong had never seen in Fu Jingchuan, and he was a little stunned for a moment.
Before he could reply, Yan Yao's slightly tired and mocking voice sounded from the door: "Does it have anything to do with Mr. Fu?"
Fu Jingchuan's black eyes suddenly looked sharply at the door.
Yan Yao had returned at some point, wearing a black jacket and holding a motorcycle helmet in the crook of his left arm. He was slowly putting down the helmet and taking off his leather gloves. His face looked haggard and world-weary.
Such Yan Yao made Fu Jingchuan's heart sink. Ever since he heard about Yan Yao's resignation and Shiyang's accident, he suddenly felt hope that Shiyang might still be alive, but the haggard and world-weary look on Yan Yao's face was like a basin of cold water. , suddenly extinguished.
Yan Yao also raised his head, his eyes paused on Fu Jingchuan's hand on the balcony, and then slowly moved towards Fu Jingchuan's face, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly put it away.
"There's no need to look for her, she's not here with me."
He finally spoke.
"Where is she?" Fu Jingchuan asked hoarsely.
"Shouldn't Mr. Fu know better than me?"
Yan Yao said that he had turned his head to look at the vast river view outside the large balcony on the other side. At the end of the river was the sea.
His gaze focused on the endless river.
Fu Jingchuan's jaw was tense and his black eyes were staring at him: "Where is she?"
