mtl008 Chapter 122 Mr. He
Chapter 122 Mr. He
Zhu Xia said in a calm voice: "What are you going to do?"
"Free meal." You Feng leaned against the door frame and smoothed his messy short hair with his free hand.
Zhu Xia certainly didn't believe the reason for eating for free, but she didn't ask any more questions, she just stated:
"Although it's not the boss's wedding, but with the He family and the Liang family as the prefixes, many people will still be invited. For example, the Shang family and the You family."
The people from the Shang family were none other than Shang Qiao. As for the You family, the people coming were probably You Feng's father or younger brother.
"Someone from the Song family might come as well." You Feng pressed his tongue against his right cheek and said casually, "Why don't you stay out of the spotlight?"
"Then I won't go." Zhu Xia said calmly, "If I don't go, you can't go either."
Hearing this, You Feng raised his eyebrows: "How do you know that I don't have any other way to attend the wedding?"
"That's right." Zhu Xia nodded. "Then go by yourself."
When you think she's rebellious, she's obedient; when you think she's obedient, she's rebellious. She doesn't play by the rules at all.
You Feng snorted and laughed: "I lose. Remember to invite me to the wedding."
"OK."
Zhu Xia turned around and went back to her home. After changing her shoes at the entrance, she went into the master bedroom, took her bathrobe and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
After taking a shower and blow-drying her hair, she came out of the bathroom holding the belt of her nightgown with her slender fingers, climbed onto the bed, and saw that the suit jackets stacked on the sofa were almost covered in dust.
He Lianzhou left this behind a long time ago.
If he wasn't in a hurry to take it away, she wouldn't have to worry either.
Zhu Xia lit an osmanthus scented candle and lay down to rest in a happy mood.
November is the most comfortable season of the year in Hong Kong, not too cold, not too hot, and not too humid. The maple forest in Tai Tong, Yuen Long is magnificent and romantic, and the long road is covered with red and yellow maple leaves.
The drizzle continued, covering the entire bustling city. The raindrops hitting the water stirred up a hazy mist, which seemed to cover people's vision with a layer of white gauze.
The rain was getting heavier. When Zhu Xia finished her breakfast at a tea restaurant near Yangriju, the drizzle had turned into a fine and dense moderate rain.
She walked out of the tea restaurant and planned to take a taxi directly to the hospital.
During this morning rush hour, it takes a little longer to get a taxi than usual.
The wind and rain blew over, Zhu Xia took a step back and raised his hand to brush off the water droplets on his hair.
"Excuse me, are you Miss Zhu?"
Through the sound of rain, Zhu Xia heard a gentle male voice.
She subconsciously looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a gray suit holding a large black umbrella. He stood in the rain, looking at her with lowered eyebrows.
"Yes." Zhu Xia was confused, but still nodded.
"Hello, Miss Zhu. I'm here to take you to Hong Kong Yan Hospital." The middle-aged man spoke Mandarin, but from his unstandard pronunciation, it was clear that he didn't speak it often and probably learned it temporarily.
Zhu Xia lowered her eyelashes and glanced at her phone, which showed that the driver would arrive in four minutes.
"May I ask who sent you here?" She raised her eyelids and asked politely.
"Mr. He." The middle-aged man replied.
Zhu Xia understood, and said in a kind but unyielding manner: "No need. My car is here."
She opened her umbrella, stepped into the rain, looked at the middle-aged man through the rain, and said clearly: "Please tell your employer for me: Not everyone can be called Mr. He. At least, in my place, there is only one Mr. He."
After watching Zhu Xia get into a taxi and the taxi driving away, the middle-aged man turned around in panic and ran across the street.
He ran to an extended Lincoln parked at the corner of the road and wiped his forehead, not knowing whether he was wiping sweat or rain.
"Mr. He." He called out without any confidence.
The car window slowly lowered halfway. The man in the back seat lowered his eyes slightly, with a shadow cast on his eyelids. His slender hands were slowly wiping the lenses with a glasses cloth. He seemed not surprised that the driver he sent out returned in failure.
"Miss Zhu has taken a taxi," the driver said angrily. He would not dare to say the following words even if he had a hundred guts.
He Wensheng raised his eyelids, and his clear and deep voice penetrated the rain and fog, vibrating the driver's eardrums.
"Tell her everything else she said, no matter how big or small it is."
"Ms. Zhu also said..." The driver wiped the sweat off his forehead tremblingly, "Not everyone can be called Mr. He. At least, at least, in her eyes, there is only one Mr. He."
Hearing this, He Wensheng wiped his glasses with his hand, and veins suddenly bulged under the clean skin.
He laughed in an ambiguous tone, as if he had discovered something interesting.
"Ah Dong, what do you mean by Miss Zhu?"
A-Dong, who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced at the rearview mirror and said in a naturally fierce voice, "You are a self-righteous little sister. You just need to be taught a lesson." (You are a self-righteous little sister. You just need to be taught a lesson.)
"What do you think? Not necessarily. A little sister who thinks she is right doesn't have the courage to take the knife for others." (Is she self-righteous? Not necessarily. A little sister who thinks she is right doesn't have the courage to take the knife for others.)
A Dong's face flashed with surprise, and the scar at the corner of his eye moved: "You mean..." (You mean...)
"The current director took office six years ago, and it was not a normal process." (The current director took office six years ago, and it was not a normal process.)
The current director, Feng Shihui, took office temporarily six years ago. It is rumored that he was able to take over because his daughter Feng Sui made great contributions and kicked the original director out of office.
But is this really the case?
He Wensheng put on his glasses and stretched his arm out of the car window. Cold raindrops dripped into his hands. He twisted his fingertips, his face calm and dignified.
"Ms. Zhu is either the most steadfast teammate or the most formidable enemy." (Ms. Zhu is either the most steadfast teammate or the most formidable enemy.)
When her friend got into trouble, she immediately went to help, and even took action against Shang Xun for Li Baize. From the scar on Shang Xun's neck, it can be seen that she was merciless.
There are many people who are ruthless to their enemies, but it is rare to find someone who is firm to his friends.
However, this type of people often have a fatal weakness -
Emotional.
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The taxi drove to Hong Kong Yan Hospital. There was not much traffic today. Zhu Xia leaned back in the chair, tapping the screen of her mobile phone flexibly, and slowly replied to the message.
【Business Iron Triangle】Group chat page.
Lin Jiayue: "Girls and boys, see you at the bar tonight!"
Zhu Xia: "The Iron Fairies bar?"
Lin Jiayue: "Bingo, correct answer!"
Li Baize: "Miss Lin has heard a rumor that something big is going to happen at The Iron Fairries tonight. I was wondering if I could go and report on it."
Zhu Xia: "Sure. If anyone of you is going the same way tonight, come and give me a ride."
Lin Jiayue: "I'll do it, I'll do it. It's been a while since I let Dr. Zhu sit in my distinguished co-pilot seat."
Zhu Xia had just sent an emoticon when the phone screen suddenly flashed.
It's caller ID.