Mei Xuejian looked solemn. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his lips were pale. He stared straight at a certain place without saying a word.
Naturally, no one present dared to speak either.
"Xuejian! Are you okay?"
Ding Ruola looked around. Everyone was holding their breath and staring at Mei Xuejian. She had never seen Mei Xuejian like this before. She reached out and pinched the sleeve of Mei Xuejian's clothes with her index finger and thumb, then gave it a little shake.
"We were all wrong!"
They were wrong from the very beginning for misinterpreting Su Rou's meaning.
Su Rou was actually asking for help from the outside world.
Ding Ruola was completely confused. If "escape" wasn't escape, then what was it?
She could only carry the documents back home. Fang Siyan should still be working overtime, and she was the only one at home. She wrote a big Chinese character "escape" and put it in front of her.
She stared at it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.
When Fang Siyan came back, he found that the lights in the room weren't on and it was pitch - black. The moment he turned on the light, he saw Ding Ruola sitting there upright like a statue.
He tiptoed and stood behind Ding Ruola, looking at the Chinese character "escape" on the table.
The man's eyes were sore from fatigue, and he squinted at the character on the table.
"Lao Fang! I can't figure it out!"
When Fang Siyan heard Ding Ruola call him, he naturally sat down beside the girl and listened carefully to every syllable that came out of the girl's mouth.
"Ruoruo, you should contact Su Rou's family as soon as possible!"
He pulled Ding Ruola's hand and held the girl's hand tightly in his palm. He didn't want to explain why.
There were some things he didn't want to tell his baby, lest it dirty her ears and corrupt her heart.
"Lao Fang, is it that serious?"
The people around Ding Ruola were relatively upright. Even the bad guys were obviously bad.
In this situation, Fang Siyan had to explain it to his little baby.
"I suspect it's PUA."
PUA? Ding Ruola repeated these three letters. She thought carefully and seemed to have never heard of it before.
"To put it simply, it's mental control!"
Fang Siyan carefully analyzed Su Rou's situation, and many aspects were quite consistent.
The difference in Su Rou before and after was really too great. The person Ding Ruola saw and the one Mei Xuejian described were completely two different people.
Why did a person change so much in such a short period of time?
"What should we do now?"
Ding Ruola shivered. What kind of person would use such means?
"First, contact the Su family. You don't need to get involved in this matter. If Su Rou contacts you, just contact the Su family."
Fang Siyan was not suitable to handle this matter personally. His status also didn't allow him to get too close to the famous families in the capital.
In the past few days, Ding Ruola had been sighing one after another after coming back from work.
Fang Siyan's daily routine was to spoil Ding Ruola unconditionally.
As a result, Ding Ruola was in a state of long - term guilt.
Maybe because of the great pressure, she now preferred to be alone rather than be with Fang Siyan.
Fang Siyan was even more at a loss. It wasn't right to spoil her, and he didn't dare to ignore her.
On a rare day off at home, Ding Ruola wasn't at home.
When he got up in the morning, Ding Ruola had already gone to the studio.
Adhering to the principle of not disturbing each other, Fang Siyan didn't go to the studio. Instead, he took on the role of a househusband.
He pushed open Ding Ruola's door. There were documents all over the table. Fang Siyan originally didn't want to touch these things. He was about to close the door and leave, but before he could close it, the books and documents on the table fell to the ground.
"I'd better clean it up."
Looking at the messy pile, actually, there was still a bit of a pattern in the arrangement.
On the left - hand side were economics books, and on the right - hand side were all design drafts.
It was a complete mess. Fang Siyan didn't know which were the new drafts and which were the old ones.
He had no choice but to spread out all the design drafts and put them in a folder. Halfway through the cleaning, there were a few drafts that didn't seem to be clothing design drafts.
Fang Siyan picked them out specially and took a closer look.
There were two people vividly drawn on the paper, a man and a woman, very intimate. The dressing style of the man was very similar to Fang Siyan's.
Fang Siyan thought about whether to put these drafts back, but then he took them out again.
Then it was the pile of books beside. Fang Siyan carefully smoothed out the corners of the books and carefully arranged the books in order of size.
A pink envelope fell out of "The History of World Economy".
Holding such an envelope in his hand, Fang Siyan didn't care about the books in his hand anymore. He casually threw them on the table, sat on Ding Ruola's bed, and looked at this love letter very seriously.
It was heart - touching and full of deep affection.
It seemed that the writer had spent some time looking for it online.
There was also a mobile phone number and a WeChat account on it.
Fang Siyan's knuckles turned white. He put the letter back and returned the love letter to its original position.
"Ding Ruola! I'll pick you up!"
He came out of Ding Ruola's room and sat down on the sofa carelessly.
"I..."
The person on the other end of the phone didn't have time to refuse, and Fang Siyan had already hung up the phone. He left home and headed straight for the studio.
Ding Ruola held the phone with one hand and looked at the phone screen.
She was stunned for a moment but didn't take it seriously and continued to work with her head down.
Because the previous advertisement design was good, Song Yan continued to cooperate with Ding Ruola on the wedding dress case. Due to the particularity of the client, Ding Ruola put the work on hold for a while.
Mei Xuejian had been listless these days because of Su Rou's matter.
The others were all absent - minded during the day because of their strange work schedules, but as soon as night fell, they became energetic.
When Fang Siyan came in from the outside, no one in the studio paid attention.
As soon as this man came, the whole studio was filled with the smell of love.
When Ding Ruola saw Fang Siyan coming, the girl, who had just been in a daze, immediately stood up from her seat. She was just about to put her arms around Fang Siyan's neck and give him a kiss.
Unexpectedly, Fang Siyan directly dodged Ding Ruola's embrace and went straight for Ding Ruola's phone.
The phone password was Fang Siyan's birthday, and he easily unlocked it.
He opened WeChat and searched for that WeChat account.
The WeChat profile of that boy popped up on the search interface. They weren't friends.
He glanced at Ding Ruola out of the corner of his eye, and the girl was as still as a wooden chicken.
Then Fang Siyan put the phone in his pocket and walked out of the studio.
"Are they arguing?"
Lu Hui had a lively personality. She was the first to speak, and the others responded blankly - they didn't know what was going on.
Ding Ruola, who was already standing in the corridor, naturally didn't know what had happened either.
"Lao Fang, is there any urgent matter?"
Fang Siyan's face was still not good. He clenched his fists and slowly raised his arms, trapping Ding Ruola between his embrace and the wall.
"Do you regret it?"
Ding Ruola was completely confused. Even if she was going to regret something, she had to know what it was!
"What are you talking about, Lao Fang?"
Ding Ruola's eyes were innocent, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her little face was full of confusion.
"Never mind. Can you focus on the studio? Just forget about the School of Economics and Management."
Fang Siyan was making a decision for Ding Ruola.
"Lao Fang, what do you mean?"
Ding Ruola's enthusiasm was like being poured cold water by the man in front of her.
She wriggled her body and squeezed out of the narrow space.