The cute wife is fierce and fierce: the husband holds it high

At the same time, Runjing.

Huo tingchu had just finished a two-hour long meeting. He hadn't been able to take a breath when he returned to the office. When he saw the person sitting on the sofa, the flat arc of the corner of his mouth sank slightly.

But in an instant, he returned to his usual expression.

"Mother."

Huo Tingchu's address for Yun Rong has always been "Mother" since he was taken to the Huo family's old house when he was a child.

Respectful enough, but without the intimacy of a mother and child.

Yun Rong put down the coffee cup in her hand and looked at him with a slight smile, "Morning meeting?"

"Ah."

"Let me come to see you. You have just been promoted to the chairman, and you have to watch many things yourself. Can you adjust your schedule recently?"

Huo Tingchu took off his suit jacket and put it on the executive chair. He came out from behind the desk and put his eyes on Yun Rong. "It can still be handled."

A dark light flashed across Yun Rong's eyes, and it quickly faded away. There was still a kind and gentle smile on her well-maintained face, "Fortunately, Xie Heng is still a useful person who can help you. Back then, you appointed him as the president. When I was there, I felt that your vision was right."

"Well." Huo Tingchu still responded lightly, without any enthusiasm on his dull face.

Even though they have been together for many years, the number of face-to-face conversations between mother and son is actually very small. After a few sentences, seeing that Huo Tingchu didn't pick up the quarrel, Yun Rong didn't catch up.

She asked with a soft smile, "Do you have time at noon to have a meal with me?"

"Please wait."

Huo Tingchu didn't rush to agree to Yun Rong, he dialed the internal line of the landline and connected to Su Bei, "Schedule at noon?"

"At twelve o'clock, you're going to have dinner with the general manager of Wen's Bank, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, you're going to play golf with several senior executives of Huaxing."

Huo Tingchu's black eyes narrowed slightly, "Got it."

He pinched the inside line, knowing that Yun Rong had heard it, out of the respect of the younger generation, he naturally apologized, "I can't do it today, do you have something urgent?"

Yun Rong's expression was a bit unnatural, but years of self-cultivation did not prevent her from losing her demeanor in such trivial matters. Moreover, her relationship with this stepson has never been close, and it is really rare to be able to maintain a superficial politeness.

If it wasn't for this blood relationship, if it wasn't Yun Rong, it would be...

I'm afraid that no matter how important the entertainment is, Huo tingchu can still spare time to have a meal with his "mother".

She smiled slightly, picked up the handbag on the sofa, "Since you are so busy, forget it, I have nothing urgent, I will ask you out when you are free some other day."

Huo Tingchu was standing in front of the desk, Yun Rong couldn't figure out those too deep eyes.

She was about to leave, but Huo tingchu called her again, "I'll finish work early tomorrow night and go back to the old house to have dinner with you and the old man."

A look of joy burst into Yun Rong's eyes immediately, "Okay, what time? Six o'clock? I'll ask Uncle Gong to prepare a few more dishes that you like."

Huo tingchu didn't say yes or no, those long legs that stood upright were finally willing to move.

But the words he said were still his usual coldness, "I'll see you off."

Yun Rong pressed the corners of her lips, and there was not a single trace of chapping on her face.

When she came to the door, she paused, turned her head slowly, and took a look at Huo tingchu, who happened to meet his dark eyes.

The words stopped at the mouth, and then she thought about it and said: "Actually, I came here for Yiran. You dismissed her as the chief screenwriter. She has been crying very sadly for the past few days. Since she was discharged from the hospital, you I didn't go back to the old house to see her, anyway, she is your sister, and you should care about her."

Huo Tingchu's face, which had been calm for a long time, finally showed a gap.

He frowned slightly, and the change in his complexion could not be hidden from the shrewd Yun Rong.

There are not many chances to wait until Huo Tingchu's heart softens or wavers, so he simply takes advantage of this time to strike while the iron is hot.

"You guessed it too. Your dismissal of Yiran's position really embarrasses her. Besides, she is indeed talented in this area. I heard that you haven't decided on the next chief screenwriter. Why don't you just let her be the next chief screenwriter?" Come back happily."

Yun Rong seems to be persuading, but in fact she is putting pressure on Huo Tingchu, but she also understands the truth that if you speak too much in front of Huo Tingchu, you will lose.

She got close to Huo tingchu, stretched out her hand, and put it gently on the back of his hand.

"Yiran... You were the one who adopted her at the beginning, and you have spoiled her for so long, but now you are embarrassing her because of a small artist. She is a high-level executive in the company, so it will have a bad influence on her, don't you think?"

Huo Ting's face was calm at the beginning, and the subconsciousness revealed at that moment just now, but now he can't find any trace.

He was calmer than most people imagined.

If you want to see whether he still has that pity for Huo Yiran from his expression, it's very difficult.

"I have my measure."

Yun Rong curled her fingertips, and slowly withdrew her hand. When she was holding the handbag, her fingertips tightened faintly.

"Since that's the case, I won't say more, as long as you have the numbers."

Huo Tingchu sent Yun Rong to the door of the office, and told Su Bei to arrange a car to take her back to the old house safely.

After the people left, Huo Ting walked back to the desk step by step, took out the cigarette case, and took out a cigarette, but he was not in a hurry to smoke. The end with tobacco leaves knocked on the box habitually.

The blue flame from the lighter was reflected in his deep black eyes, the bottom of which was as dark as the sea.

The bright halo that spread from the floor-to-ceiling windows shrouded his tall and straight body, and a touch of anger gradually condensed on his perfect handsome face like a diamond cut surface, and the eyebrows that flew obliquely into the temples looked particularly sharp.

He seemed angry, put one hand on his waist, and stood in front of the desk for a long time without moving.

Even though he has already taken the position of chairman, he still cannot make the decision. As long as his decision makes someone dissatisfied, everyone wants to make trouble in front of him.

Huo family.

Today's Huo family relies on him alone, but they still love to put on airs of elders in front of him!

Huo Yiran asked Yun Rong to be a lobbyist, which obviously offended him!
After a cigarette, Huo Tingchu called Gu Nuan.

But it was Xi Mimi who answered the phone, "Mr. Huo, Nuan Nuan is teasing Wia. What's the matter with you? I'll tell her after the filming of her scene."

"It's okay."

Huo Tingchu's throat rolled slightly, and his deep and hoarse voice overflowed, "I'll contact her later."

"Do you have anything to tell me... Dudu..."

Xi Mimi was stunned for a moment, took down the phone, glanced at the cut-off call, and immediately complained: "This has a bad temper."

He looked at Gu Nuan who was sitting on the lounge chair to touch up his makeup, and put down his phone angrily.