Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Fu Yan woke up when the car stopped. Although she couldn't hold on, she subconsciously reminded herself not to sleep.

She glanced at the familiar green belt and knew she was home.

Blinking her tired eyes, her sleepiness dissipated a lot. Her muscles were very sore after the fever, so she forced herself to sit up.

"Mr. Fu, thank you." She was polite, picked up her bag and medicine and got out of the car.

"I'll give you the afternoon off." Fu Hanlin said.

Fu Yan shook his head, "No need, Mr. Fu. I feel better after taking medicine. I just went home to get the car keys."

She stood by the car door, holding the door with her hands, bending down to talk to him to show respect. The sun was shining outside, and the late autumn sun seemed to have a filter, making the body warm.

A soft light extended from behind her and fell on the back of Fu Hanlin's hand.

Fu Hanlin looked at her pale face and said, "I'm not Huang Shiren, you don't have to sacrifice your life for me."

Fu Yan had a fever and his brain was slow to react, and he didn't react for a moment.

Two seconds later, she remembered that Huang Shiren was a character in White-Haired Girl, who bullied landlords and exploited poor people.

"Huang Shiren can't compare with you." Fu Yan's mind was in a state of confusion and he couldn't speak clearly.

She was annoyed that she was so stupid all of a sudden, and her stomach suddenly growled.

Her face suddenly turned red.

I haven't had lunch yet and my stomach is empty.

But in front of her unfamiliar boss, whose stomach growled with hunger, she felt embarrassed and hated herself for not going upstairs earlier.

Fu Hanlin was very polite and didn't say anything when he heard it, "Go back and rest."

Fu Yan couldn't wait any longer and quickly turned around and went upstairs.

After returning home, she drank some water, lay down on the bed and wanted to take a nap before getting up to eat. In a daze, her cell phone dinged, and it was a series of unfamiliar numbers.

She picked up doubtfully.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Fu? Here is a takeaway for you. Which floor do you live on?"

Fu Yan lives alone and has a strong sense of safety. She obviously didn't order takeout. With so many things happening recently, she had to be careful.

"I didn't order takeout, you delivered the wrong one."

"It's the meal ordered by Mr. Fu."

Fu Yan was stunned for a moment, was it Fu Hanlin?

She was curious about how Fu Hanlin knew her phone number, and then she remembered that the company had a work group for deputy directors and above. She was promoted to deputy director and was also included in the group, which contained her phone number.

Takeaways are delivered, which are light meals, suitable for people who are sick and have no appetite.

Fu Yan took a look at the food, took out his cell phone to look for Fu Hanlin's number, and found that his number was not in the group.

She glanced at the takeout package with her peripheral vision. There was a list attached to it. There was a series of numbers on the list. It was not her number. It was probably so that Fu Hanlin could contact him when he was worried that the takeout could not contact her.

With a tentative attitude, Fu Yan dialed the number.

A few seconds later, a mellow and deep voice came: "Hello."

It's really Fu Hanlin.

Fu Yan held the phone tightly, showing the respect and nervousness of his subordinates for his boss, "Mr. Fu, it's me, Fu Yan."

"I know."

"I received the takeaway. Thank you, Mr. Fu. I'll transfer the money to you."

The other party probably didn't expect this kind of operation, or had never encountered it before, so he was silent for about two seconds.

Just when Fu Yan thought Fu Hanlin was disdainful of the money, the man said, "It will be deducted from your salary."

Then, he hung up the phone.

Of course, Fu Yan knew that it was impossible to deduct money from her salary. Fu Hanlin would not ask for money from a woman. Of course, he also took into account Fu Yan's feelings. He was a proper gentleman.

Fu Jing is very similar to him in this way, and he is indeed a cousin.

So when she woke up in the evening, she felt a little better and decided to make a small cake. It was not expensive but not rude. She couldn't eat someone else's lunch in vain.

She has no other skills but is pretty good at making cakes.

Thinking that Fu Hanlin didn't like sweet things, she made a four-inch sesame cake, which was just the right size and light in taste, but very fragrant.

……

As get off work time approached, Huo held a supervisory meeting.

Mr. Huo's pressure was wrong, and all the supervisors were trembling with fear, sitting on pins and needles in the conference room.

Fortunately, there was no danger. Although Huo Mingzheng had a cold face, he would not bring his emotions to work, let alone anger his subordinates. The meeting finally ended in a tense atmosphere.

Director Lei came out of the conference room and was stopped by the second assistant from the president's office, "Director Lei, Mr. Huo has invited me."

Director Lei's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his mind was spinning rapidly, but then he thought that he didn't seem to have made any mistakes.

He entered the president's office.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows is a spacious and majestic desk. The black and atmospheric layout is coated with a layer of faint glow from the setting sun, giving people an invisible shock.

Especially the young man writing behind the desk, he has a natural aura of calmness and dignity, and an innate dignity in his movements. He has been in charge of the Huo family for five years. obey.

He walked to the desk and said respectfully, "Mr. Huo."

"Yeah." The man looked away from the document and said coldly, "How is the cooperation with Xincheng going?"

Huo Mingzheng rarely asks about projects in person, especially when the cooperation has just been negotiated and everything is not on track yet.

Although Director Lei was confused, he still answered truthfully: "There is still a part of the design that needs further discussion."

"What about the others?" The man's eyes were as dark as the abyss.

other?

Director Lei is also a good individual. He has been working hard in the workplace for thirty years. Although he cannot completely understand the minds of those in power, he still has no problem in getting a glimpse of them.

Thinking of Miss Fu being able to get cooperation from Huo Mingzheng, he initially thought it was more likely that the young girl had excellent business abilities. After all, Huo Mingzheng was clean and well-behaved and was about to get engaged. The other possibility was slim.

But now that Huo Minzheng mentioned it in person, he had some idea.

He immediately replied: "Ms. Fu's plan was well prepared and all the questions that should be asked were answered comprehensively. However, she seemed to be not feeling well and declined to have lunch with us at noon."

"Uncomfortable?" Huo Ming narrowed his eyes.

Wasn't she refusing to have lunch with them because she wanted to accompany him to the hospital?

But she hung up the phone and tried to escape through the front door, but he caught her. She didn't want to go to the hospital with him, so she left because she really felt uncomfortable.

Director Lei looked at Huo Mingzheng's face calmly. Unfortunately, Huo Mingzheng's mood and anger were not clear at all, and there was no trace of it at all.

He couldn't make up his mind, but decided to tell the truth and take a gamble.

"She looked like she had a cold and a fever. She was shivering during the meeting, but she insisted on leaving until the end of the meeting. During the meeting, I reminded her whether she wanted to take a rest, but she refused. I heard from the secretary that she even went to the bathroom to wash up. Cool your face with cold water.”

Huo Minzheng's eyes darkened, and with a click, the pen barrel broke into two pieces in his hand.