C1 I Met a Liar

A black sports car sped across the newly built Riverdale Bridge.

The FM on the car was adjusted to the Pop Music Express, playing the most popular online pop song at the moment.

The caller ID on the wide-screen LCD screen interrupted the music that was playing. Han Ruoling decisively pressed the button and accelerated forward.

He didn't even need to look at the phone to know who it was. At this moment, he felt that his father was really bored to the extreme.

For more than three months, his father had been calling him. They were not talking about parents or parents. It was not a big deal or a small relationship. He just kept talking about it. That sentence made him put down his work and life in the big city in front of him and go back home to help him.

This persistent request made him feel a little funny and helpless. Although sometimes the words of an old man and a child could not be taken too seriously, he could not withstand his father being like this day and day, causing him to have a slight breakdown recently.

Going back to his hometown? What a joke! A project worth hundreds of millions of yuan was put down just like that? How was that possible?

As a partner of the Ya'an Accountant's Firm, the project in Han Ruoling's hands was worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions. Even the recent few small bills that were sent out were at least five million or eight million yuan. What was there to help with that theater that almost no one went to see and even had to pay back? Han Ruoling found it hard to understand.

Furthermore, it took him eight years to gain a foothold in this city. Now, he had a house and a car. Other than missing a girlfriend, he did not lack anything else. If he let go of all this and went back, wouldn't it be the same as throwing away watermelons and picking up sesame seeds? Han Ruoling expressed that it was very difficult to understand.

After a few failed communications, Han Ruoling, who was so busy that she could not even eat properly every day, decided not to waste too much time on this matter. Therefore, he used a cold method of rejecting all calls related to his father.

After the sports car drove to the entrance of Rongguang Building, the security personnel of the building were responsible for driving it to the parking lot. In the tallest office building in the city, Han Ruoling started a whole new day of work arrangement.

"Director Han, this is the contract arrangement for today. The chairman asked you to find the one that you can arrange the most because Boss Lin is on leave today. "

"Okay. " Han Ruoling nodded and continued typing on the keyboard.

"Oh, by the way, CEO Han, the contract for the Star Visitor has expired today. The chairman wants you to follow up on the renewal of the contract. He wants to see if you can arrange it here. "

Han Ruoling slightly turned her head to look at the calendar on her desk and said, "No problem. This arrangement can be arranged. "

. . .

The secretary had only stayed in Han Ruling's office for five minutes, but it had filled up the entire day.

When the secretary had been reporting in the office, Han Ruoling's phone had been vibrating. He took some time to take a look and saw that it was his father who had called. Han Ruoling was a little impatient and could not help but sigh heavily. It made the secretary think that he had done something wrong.

After the secretary left, Han Ruoling picked up her phone and directly blocked her father's phone call. Although they had less and less communication in the past few years, with his understanding of Han Chu Ming, Han Ruoling felt that his father must have come to talk to him about ethics and ethics because he had hung up the phone.

Today's trip was unusually full. Every project had to be pushed forward step by step and could not be delayed for a short period of time. If his father had been making a fuss all day long, then just pressing the phone was enough for him to be busy. How could he work?

That was why he thought of such a thorough method and found a relatively peaceful job for himself.

At 10: 30 p. M. , Han Ruoling finally finished her work. After signing the last report, she turned off the lamp on her desk and drove home.

After she got home and took a hot shower, Han Ruoling regained her spirits. She put on a bathrobe and wiped her hair with a dry towel while taking out her phone. She looked at it.

As expected, ever since he banned that number in the morning, he hadn't received a call from his father for the whole day. Han Ruoling, who had been troubled by this matter for three months, actually felt relieved.

Han Ruoling made a heavy trip to the bed and closed her eyes to take a deep breath. Unexpectedly, the feeling of exhaustion invaded his entire body in an instant, and his sleepiness spread.

On the second and third days after that, Han Ruoling tacitly agreed to the silence, but her heart was filled with a faint uneasiness from the initial delight.

The old man's personality was very rigid. He did not answer his calls for several days straight. He could even buy a ticket and directly sit on the high-speed rail to ask questions in person. Why was there no response this time?

Could it be that he regretted it? Had he understood? Or did he feel. . . That he had done something wrong?

Han Ruoling searched for an explanation in her mind for a long time. In the end, she impatiently muttered that the old man did not let her worry and removed her father's number from the shielding list.

Indeed, in less than half a minute after the ban was removed, Han Ruling's father's name appeared on the phone screen.

Han Yuling picked up the phone and said lazily: "What's the matter?"

The other party was silent for a while. A girl asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Han Ruoling?"

Han Ruoling was stunned. She thought for herself that the old man didn't call these days because he lost his phone.

"Who are you?" Han Ruoling said coldly.

"I am a student of Mr. Han Chu Ming. Han Chu Ming died three days ago in the city center hospital due to illness. The drama club is preparing to hold a funeral for him. Please come back as soon as possible. "

Han Ruoling was stunned. She could not believe what she had heard was true.

"No, this. . . Miss, your joke is not funny at all, okay? Even if it is a trick, it is too low, isn't it?"

"Mr. Han Yuling, you misunderstood. We are really actors of the Fu Sheng Opera Club, Mr. Han Chuming really. . . "

"Don't think that you can fool me by calling out the name of that drama club!"

Han Yuling suddenly hung up the phone angrily and then angrily put the phone on the blacklist.