tly eyeing the situation here. Fu Yan's cheeks flushed, she didn't know if they were red or not, she just felt particularly embarrassed.Huo Mingzheng must have done it on purpose. Was he angry that sh...My head is getting worse and my fever is getting higher.
She excused herself to go to the restroom, splashing cold water on her face to temporarily cool down. Though she felt a little more awake, she couldn't stop shivering.
Both parties continued their discussion until just before quitting time. The Ho family arranged for lunch, and Fu Yan stayed behind with the design team, accompanied by Deputy General Manager Xiao. She left first.
Once lunch is over, she'll probably be unable to hold on. This cold came on strong, and she's a bit overwhelmed by it.
Just as she was about to leave the Huo residence, her phone rang. It was Huo Mingzheng calling.
"Come down," the man on the phone said coldly.
I feel dizzy and lightheaded, "What"
"Come to the underground parking garage. Grandpa wants you to go to the hospital with him and have lunch with Shen Wei."
Fu Yan leaned against the elevator car, taking a deep breath, her eyelids burning. She thought she had misheard. What kind of meal could the Huo family possibly eat in a hospital
"I know you've finished discussing, now, don't keep me waiting too long." He hung up the phone before she could refuse.
Fu Yan felt a heavy headache and was in a terrible mood. She wanted to curse Huo Mingzheng, but her mind kept replaying the unpleasant scene from this morning, making her heart feel cold and worse than having a cold.
Not wanting to see Huo Mingzheng for the moment, she simply turned off her phone, took the elevator straight to the first floor, and planned to hail a taxi home for a nap.
As soon as she stepped out of the hall, she saw a lengthened Bentley parked outside. The window was rolled down, revealing Huo Mingzheng's cold and stern profile.
Fu Yan has a kind of helpless feeling when caught.
He slowly looked over at her, his voice betraying neither pleasure nor displeasure. "Get in the car."
She admitted defeat, "Forget it. Anyway, that's the best private hospital in Nancheng, there's plenty of cold medicine."
She got in the car, sat across from Huo Mingzheng, closed her eyes, out of sight, out of mind.
Ironically, when your throat hurts the most, you produce even more saliva. The more it hurts, the more saliva you produce, and the more saliva you produce, the worse the pain gets.
She swallowed with difficulty, her throat feeling like it was on fire.
She couldn't hold it any longer. She opened her eyes and saw Huo Mingzheng with several files on his side, with one spread out in his hand, carefully reviewing it.
Actually, Huo Mingzheng was very busy. He managed the huge H&H Group, with piles of paperwork to finish, meetings to attend, and errands to run.
He doesn't have many social engagements. As the heir of the Huo family, not many people can actually invite him.
Last time he went to the cooperation summit hosted by Ji's family, Fu Yan was quite surprised.
Huo Mingzheng stopped writing, raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and looked at Fu Yan's absentminded profile. The usual aloofness on his brow was tinged with a faint shadow.
The car passed through the tunnel, and under the yellow light, those eyes seemed as misty and obscure as fog.
Fu Yan returned to her senses and met his gaze. She saw Huo Mingzheng's face darken for a moment, and she thought he was still angry with her about this morning's events.
Must I apologize
Ho Mingzheng pursed his lips, flipped open a page of the document, and said in a cold voice: “There is no room for negotiation.”
Fu Yan's cheeks flushed, and her eyes reddened. A single sentence from Huo Mingzheng made her eyes burn even hotter. She looked out the window, her temples throbbing violently.
After a long pause, she whispered, "Yes." quick glance at the contents of the file, it turned out to be a batch of goods shipped from the warehouse to Lingcheng. As a result, when the other party inspected the goods at the Lingcheng wharf, t...