Migrant workers chasing their wives

The assistant followed Lu Huayan for a long time, so he naturally understood the other person's temperament and how he behaved when he was happy or unhappy.

At this moment, the president of their family, this is obviously a rhythm that is already unhappy!

The assistant suddenly felt a little scared, and the hand holding the envelope in his hand also made him feel a little hot.

In the end, the assistant bravely walked up to Lu Huayan, and carefully placed the envelope on the table.

"Mr. Lu, that Mr. Cheng refuses to accept."

Lu Huayan looked at the assistant with cold eyes.

The assistant said quickly. "Mr. Lu, I said it was what you meant, but... that Mr. Cheng spoke a little strangely."

Lu Huayan pursed the corners of her mouth. "How strange?"

The assistant gritted his teeth and said daringly. "That Mr. Cheng asked me why the president didn't want to see him, let's just say that he didn't want to see him, and he didn't even want to see the child. He also said that he didn't charge money, and only hoped that the president could see the child. I asked him if the child was his son? He said yes Yes, I said, what does your son have to do with our president, he..."

The assistant stopped suddenly, because Lu Huayan's expression was extremely cold, as if he wanted to eat people.

The assistant shuddered. "President..."

Lu Huayan stared at the assistant intently, and when the assistant almost knelt down stiffly, he said slowly. "what did he say?"

The assistant nearly tied his tongue again. "what? What?"

Lu Huayan's face was as gloomy as iron.

The assistant immediately understood and hurriedly said. "He didn't answer me anything, and left with the child in his arms."

The fists on Lu Huayan's side were clenched slightly, and his head ached again. The eyes he saw and the appearance of that child flashed through his mind, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Cold sweat dripped from the assistant's forehead.

"Get out." Lu Huayan said coldly.

"...Yes." The assistant went out almost at the same time, and retracted his previous guess. Maybe, their president really has something to do with the migrant worker, otherwise, their president's reaction would not be so abnormal !

Just, the president and the migrant workers?These are obviously two kinds of people who can't get along with each other!They are people from two worlds!What does it matter!

In the office, after the assistant left, Lu Huating's lips pursed a little tighter.

One of his hands gently pressed his temple, but after a long time, the headache did not ease.Lu Huayan took a deep breath and called Li Zhenguo.

"Arrive at my villa at six, and my head hurts a bit."

"Okay Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, do you want me to go to the company now?"

"No need." Lu Huayan hung up the phone after saying these two words.

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Cheng Xiangyuan walked blankly with his son in his arms for an unknown amount of time. Cheng Jiuxiao in his arms finally woke up, and the child looked around in confusion.

"Huh? Dad? Where are we?"

Only then did Cheng Xiangyuan come back to his senses, his face was a little pale, and his eyes seemed to be less bright, but he was smiling.

"Father didn't know either, so he walked around with you in his arms."

"Aren't we waiting for little daddy there? Why are you walking?"

Cheng Xiangyuan smiled slightly. "It's okay, Dad just wants to hold you for a walk."

"Oh, how about Dad carrying me? Xiao Jiu hasn't been carried by Dad for a long time."

"Okay, of course." Cheng Xiangyuan smiled and carried his son on his back.

The child "giggled" and smiled. "Dad, your back is so wide and comfortable."

Cheng Xiangyuan curled the corner of his mouth. "Yeah?"

"Well, Dad, I'm the happiest when you carry me behind your back."

"Then dad will often carry you behind his back."

"Okay!" The child replied happily.

Cheng Xiangyuan returned to the place where the bicycle was kept with his son on his back. "Let's go back."

"I didn't wait for my little dad today." The child said a little disappointed.

Cheng Xiangyuan smiled and patted his son's head. "It's okay, I'll bring you when Dad rests."

"Well, good." The child became happy again.

Cheng Xiangyuan rode a bicycle and took his son back...

At night, Li Zhenguo inspected Lu Huayan at his villa.

Now, Lu Huayan does not live in the Lu family's mansion, but in his own villa, which is closer to the company where he works, and Lu Huayan will only go back when he has something to do or on weekends.

"Mr. Lu, the instruments on my side are not precise after all. Why don't you arrange for Mr. Lu to have a detailed head examination tomorrow?"

Lu Huayan thought for a while and said. "Not tomorrow, but this weekend."

"Okay, then I'll prescribe some medicine, Mr. Lu will take some if he has a severe headache, but this medicine is not a good thing after all, Mr. Lu should try to relax himself, take a bath with essential oils, and then find someone to massage, it should relieve it. "

Lu Huayan nodded indifferently. "Well, you leave the medicine, let's go."

Li Zhenguo sighed slightly in his heart and left without saying anything more.

After the other party left, Lu Huayan looked at the pill in his hand, and after a while, he threw the pill on the table again, and then walked into his room.

The original headache has been relieved a lot recently, but after that man appeared, every time he thinks of him or meets him, his head hurts. Could it be that that man is his own disaster?

Also, why did that man want to meet his son by himself?Are they related?

Just as she was thinking irritably, the phone rang on her body, Lu Huayan looked at the number, and paused slightly.He pursed his lips and picked it up. "Find it?"

"Yes, Mr. Lu, we've found everything. Do you want to send the information to Mr. Lu's mailbox? Or should I send it to Mr. Lu now?"

"Send it to the mailbox." Lu Huayan said lightly.

"Okay Mr. Lu, I'll send it right away, please pay attention to check and accept Mr. Lu."

The investigation finally came to a conclusion. Lu Huayan felt a little terrified for some reason at this moment. He walked to the study, turned on the computer in the study, and logged into his usual mailbox.

Soon, an email was sent, and Lu Huayan moved the mouse to click on the email...