On the Routine of President Wen

Looking at Luo Heng at the other end of the 20-meter-long dining table, Fu Yihuan finally understood why the system gave him such a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Without him, he might not be able to see Luo Heng's face clearly.

Luo Heng in the distance was lowering his head slightly, resting his forehead on the backs of his hands crossed on the dining table. Fu Yihuan couldn't see any expression on his face, only his thin lips that were pursed into a straight line.

After the maids served the dinner plates and poured the red wine for the two of them, Fu Yihuan heard Luo Heng speak, with a hoarse voice that was still recovering from a serious illness: "You guys go down."

Fu Yihuan picked up the goblet and took a sip of the red wine, and took the lead to break the silence: "Mr. Luo specially sent someone to bring me here. Is there any discomfort?"

"I don't have any discomfort, I just want to chat with Dr. Fu about the contract." Luo Heng raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Yihuan. The gaze that flew 20 meters away was so cold and sharp that it hurt Fu Yihuan. Inexplicably a little guilty.

"What does Mr. Luo want to talk about? The contract I signed is to obey the arrangement of the hospital. Now that Mr. Luo can represent the hospital, I naturally have to obey Mr. Luo's arrangement." Fu Yihuan said, cutting a piece of paper slowly. Small bites of beef are delivered to the mouth, chewed, the meat is tender, and the taste is excellent. It is worthy of the top-quality Kobe beef.

Luo Heng remained motionless, still maintaining the posture of crossing his hands on the table, and said: "If it is arranged, the director should have already talked to Dr. Fu. What I want to talk about is about Dr. Fu's future work content and responsibilities. Of course, there is also the issue of salary and treatment.”

Recalling that the dean had indeed said that he would report to the Luo family from tomorrow, Fu Yihuan cut another piece of steak and said, "Well, the dean said that I have been the personal doctor of the Luo family for the past five years."

"That's right, for the past five years, Dr. Fu, please focus on me. I am your job content and responsibility. You don't need to worry about the salary. The salary will be five times your original salary. In addition, if there is any If you need anything, you can bring it up, as long as it is reasonable, I will satisfy you."

Uh huh, find a reason to forcefully tie the other party by your side, and the words are very pleasant, the salary is high, the treatment is good, any needs are met, when the time comes, you have to stay with the king to choose, etc., it is indeed the routine of President Wen No doubt about it.

But if it's time for her to leave, she will make things difficult for her in every possible way and try her best to force her to stay, Mr. President, can't we be simpler?Why don't you just say "I've taken a fancy to you", I, Fu Yihuan, would never say "no", you are relieved, and I can complete the task, it's time to sleep and wake up, right?

Returning to the plot, the development with the President has not yet reached that level, this long road has only taken two steps...

Complaining in his heart, Fu Yihuan said: "Okay, I understand, then should I wait at Boss Luo's house during the stipulated commute time every day, or stay at home and be on call?"

"Don't be so troublesome, it's more convenient to move here." As he spoke, Luo Heng raised his wine glass, just as he handed it to his mouth, as if remembering something, he put it down again.

"Reject Luo Heng. 』

Fu Yihuan really didn't understand. He said before that he would reject Luo Xi and not come to Luo's family's personal doctor, but in the end he became Luo Heng's personal doctor. Now he said that he would reject Luo Xi and not live in his house. Then what?What reason can you find to bring yourself to his house?For example, a magnitude [-] earthquake destroyed Fu Yihuan's house, or a fire broke out in the middle of the night and completely burned it down?

Fu Yihuan shook his head, and refused: "Don't bother Mr. Luo, it's very convenient for me to live in my own house. If Mr. Luo needs it, I will definitely be there as soon as possible."

"In this case, I will not force Dr. Fu."

Luo Heng picked up the knife and fork and started to eat, for a moment, the two sides were silent.

Ten minutes later, Fu Yihuan put down the knife, stood up, and said to Luo Heng who was looking at him at the same time: "If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

Luo Heng wiped her mouth gracefully with a napkin, then stood up and said, "You can't get a taxi in Junyuhao Town. I just want to go to the company, so let's take Dr. Fu back."

When Luo Heng drove the black Maserati to the second intersection and stopped at the red light, Fu Yihuan heard his hesitant voice: "Doctor Fu, I...Is my illness...serious?"

Hearing Luo Heng's words, Fu Yihuan suddenly turned his face out of the window, tried his best to restrain himself from laughing, and endured it with all his might, almost crushing his back molars, before he managed to think of that. The urge to look up and laugh wildly was suppressed.

When looking back at Luo Heng, Fu Yihuan's expression was unusually calm, which contrasted strongly with the aroused waves in his heart, and he spoke in a calm tone: "I don't know if Mr. Luo is referring to the cold or the second illness?" Yes, that's right, Fu Yihuan, who knew it well, asked that question on purpose.

"Middle...secondary."

Fu Yihuan silently clenched the hem of his clothes, swallowed his wanting laughter into his stomach with a heavy "um", frowned slightly, showing some embarrassment, and said, "Boss Luo understands this. Second disease?"

"I understand it so well that I can't understand it any more." Luo Heng's hand holding the steering wheel had a protruding bone, and the back of his hand was turning white, which was enough to show how deeply he hated this second disease. He probably remembered clearly every time he fell ill. Chu.

"Since Mr. Luo has a thorough understanding of the second disease, he must also know that strictly speaking, it is not a disease, but a subconscious behavior caused by excessive depression. It will take a long time to treat it. I will definitely do my best, but I hope President Luo can cooperate and understand."

"Yesterday...I treated you that way....I was really rude."

Fu Yihuan smiled lightly: "It's okay, Boss Luo doesn't need to care."

After the red light passed, the journey went smoothly, and the two tacitly said nothing.In the small car, the awkward and dull atmosphere spread rapidly.

Soon, the car stopped at the gate of Fu Yihuan's community. He breathed a sigh of relief, thanked Luo Heng and opened the door.However, the moment he closed the car door with a bang, there was a scream not far away: "Ah, it's Fu Yihuan! It's Fu Yihuan!"

Fu Yihuan noticed that the gate of his community was full of people for some reason, except for those with cameras on their shoulders, all of them were women, women of all ages.The scream instantly focused the eyes of those people on Fu Yihuan, and the next moment, those people rushed up like bees whose hive had been stolen, screaming, roaring, and crying bitterly.

Fu Yihuan, who didn't understand why at all, was stunned on the spot. While being surrounded by crowds, the flashing lights kept flickering, which blinded him. He had never encountered such a battle before. Being pushed around in the crowd, I felt touched all over my body.

Discomfort, fear, fear.

When he was at a loss, one hand grasped Fu Yihuan's right wrist with great precision, and then pulled him with a force. After recovering, Fu Yihuan found himself bumped into a thick chest and was protected by someone. In his arms, he raised his head in a daze, and what caught his eyes was Luo Heng's tough face.

Realizing that Fu Yihuan was looking at him, Luo Heng lowered his head, looked back at him with dark eyes, and said in a low voice, "Go back to the car first."

Fu Yihuan nodded in a daze, and followed Luo Heng to move with difficulty.

Escorted by Luo Heng, Fu Yihuan, who was pushed far away by the crowd, touched the door of the Maserati. He opened the door and was about to get in when he heard a muffled groan from above his head. He hurriedly raised his head to look at Luo Heng, and saw The forehead he was covering had blood continuously flowing from between his fingers, running down his cheeks to his chin, and falling on his white shirt, the bright red blood splashes were eye-catching and even more heart-pricking.

With a cold look in Fu Yihuan's eyes, he pushed Luo Heng behind him, his gaze swept across the crowd without the slightest warmth, and he calmed down the commotion without any words. He reached out and grabbed the young cameraman closest to them, and grabbed the The camera stained with Luo Heng's blood was smashed to the ground without saying a word, the camera shattered in response, and the parts were scattered all over the ground, but the cameraman just stared wide-eyed and didn't dare to say a word.

"I know why everyone is guarding me here. I don't know how to shoot movies. You guys are bothering me. I'm very annoying. Please, please go away." The tone without the slightest ups and downs, coupled with Sen Han's eyes, made me Everyone present couldn't help swallowing, and stepped back one after another.

After sending Luo Heng to the nearest hospital to bandage the wound, Fu Yihuan apologized: "Boss Luo, I'm really sorry."

"No problem." Luo Heng stood up, straightened her clothes, and said, "It's just that I can't go to the company now. Do you know why they blocked you?"

Fu Yihuan sighed heavily, and said, "I think, it should be because the great writer Xiao Hebox posted a Weibo, making them think that I'm going to make my debut and shoot "Dream Sleeping"."

"Small box?" Luo Heng frowned and said "tsk", "That's still the responsibility of our Luo family. I should apologize for dragging Dr. Fu back home."

That's right, as long as Fu Yihuan thinks about going home, he will definitely encounter the situation just now, and he feels that his head is very big. The key point is that he is not really going to debut, so naturally there is no bodyguard to escort him at any time. The power is really too much.

Fu Yihuan was worrying, Luo Heng said again: "It seems that Dr. Fu is still going to live in my house."

The faint smile on Luo Heng's handsome face made Fu Yihuan lose his mind. It is true that there will be no reporters chasing and intercepting in a luxury residential area like Junyu Haoding, but the system did not issue permission, so he could only decline.

Mr. Rabbit's voice sounded suddenly: "Promise Luo Heng and move into Luo's house." 』

Heaving a sigh of relief, Fu Yihuan nodded: "Well, that's the only way to go, but I still have to go back and move."

Luo Heng took out his mobile phone, dialed and said, "Don't worry about this, I'll find someone to bring everything here for you."

That night, when he walked into the room arranged by Luo Heng, Fu Yihuan was stunned. Luo Heng showed him what real moving was.