chapter93
It was completely dark when the black car stopped under the apartment building of the printing factory.
Wei Xiaoyang turned his head and glanced at Tan Jinxue, with concern hidden in his eyes.
Tan Jinxue looked calm and said: "Thanks for your hard work." After saying that, she got out of the car and went upstairs by herself.
Wei Xiaoyang watched his figure disappear, and exhaled a long breath, only to feel that the pale face of the President just seen was like a heavy stone, tightly pressed against his chest.
He didn't leave immediately, but took out his mobile phone and called He Hua again.
In detail, Tan Jinxue's whereabouts and expression today were reported to the chief secretary on the other end of the phone.
He Hua's tone was as cold as if he had been frozen.
"I will make another appointment for a comprehensive examination. After the reception the day after tomorrow, you and I will take him to the hospital together."
Wei Xiaoyang hesitated for a second.
——That's Tan Jinxue, their president, Cheng Ze's helmsman!
Although Mr. Tan's temper seems to have softened a lot recently, that man has a firm and decisive personality. As a driver, Wei Xiaoyang can fully understand it.
Mr. Tan obviously didn't want to cause more trouble because of his health. Secretary He tied his little driver to the chariot, which was equivalent to "resulting in chaos".
Talking about Jinxue's words, his job will be lost.
Then I heard Secretary He say: "I will also tie him up. If there is anything, I will take care of it."
Well, he refused and couldn't refuse. Wei Xiaoyang gritted his teeth, finally agreeing.
Every day watching the CEO treat painkillers as milk tablets in the car, chewing handfuls dry, his heart is also worried mixed with fear, and he can't feel comfortable.
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Tan Jinxue went upstairs and opened the door.
Zong Zi didn't stay in his study.
He sat on the sofa in the living room with an uncertain expression on his face. Hearing the sound of Tan Jinxue opening the door, he turned his head.
Tan Jinxue keenly smelled a burnt smell. He raised his eyebrows and turned to the kitchen first.
In the living room, Zong Zi's face darkened, and he secretly clenched his fists.
He...he didn't know what he was nervous about.
Sure enough, as soon as Tan Jinxue entered the kitchen, she saw a mess as expected.
Although there are traces of being cleaned up deliberately, there are still traces of overflowing pots on the stove, and there is still a trace of blood left after the meat melts on the chopping board where vegetables are usually cut. The smell of paste came out from the pot.
Tan Jinxue took out two pieces of kitchen paper and wiped the spilled water before returning to the living room.
There were bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table, and the unevenly cut shredded pork was mixed in the porridge that had a burnt smell and was almost boiled into dry rice. If a bowl of qualified lean meat porridge is 80 points, then this bowl of hell-level lean meat porridge is -80 points.
It looks poisonous.
—Tan Jinxue, who has never failed in missions, finally let out a slander.
Zong Zi never said a word.
But Tan Jinxue smelled a sense of tension from his posture.
He intentionally mixed a smile into his voice, and said, "You did it?"
Zong Zi glanced at him expressionlessly, paused for two seconds, and then said, "It seems that you don't need dinner either."
It was only after he said the words that he realized the sourness in them.
He paused, still giving up on himself, and couldn't help mocking, "Tan Zong can't sit still after a day's rest?"
Yesterday he looked like a critically ill patient who was about to die in a second, but today he didn't come back until now. Zong Zi knew that he didn't go to the company today.
He wished he could cut off all connections between him and the outside world, use handcuffs, iron chains, prisons, whatever means to imprison him in this house, so that he could not laugh at others, could not speak to others. good.
Even if he doesn't laugh anymore and doesn't like anyone anymore, it doesn't matter!
Zong Zi was lost in thought, but Tan Jinxue had already sat down, slowly scooped up a spoonful of porridge that had been boiled into a paste, and put it into his mouth.
Zong Zi moved forward unconsciously.
Of course he has tasted his own "masterpiece" and knows how unpalatable the taste is. After this dinner, he was depressed not only because of Tan Jinxue's late return, but also because of the frustration of this big bowl of porridge.
Tan Jinxue ate it without changing his face.
Zong Zi couldn't help feeling suspicious again, "Is it delicious?"
Tan Jinxue smiled lightly, "It's not tasty." He took another bite.
"Don't eat it, you can't stand this if you have a bad stomach." He said again.
Zong Zi held his breath in his chest.
He paused for a while, then grabbed the bowl and chopsticks from Tan Jinxue's hand roughly, walked directly into the kitchen, and threw them into the sink.
He was still sick, even if he had a stomach made of steel, he shouldn't eat this kind of half-baked food without evenly stirring the salt.
Zong Zi stood in the dark kitchen for half a minute.
He walked out slowly, turned a corner into the study room, and found something from a drawer.
Tan Jinxue sat alone in the living room, and it took a while to suppress the churning nausea in her stomach. The hero of this world, his culinary skills are truly terrifying like she has never seen before.
Zong Zi's footsteps came from the door, and he raised his head.
The young man threw a black velvet box into Tan Jinxue's arms.
Tan Jinxue paused for two seconds, then took the box in his hand, and rubbed it lightly with his fingers. He asked Zong Zi.
"For me?"
The young man's eyes fell on Tan Jinxue, and he nodded, as if he didn't want to answer one more word.
Tan Jinxue didn't care about his indifference, he reached out and opened the box.
Inside was a men's watch.
The dial is the blue of the night sky, inlaid with four simple diamonds, and in the dark, the sections cut by those stones perfectly refract every ray of light.
very beautiful. The work of the chief designer of Chengze after a long silence is the only one, and there is no other similar style.
The corners of Tan Jinxue's lips curled up, it was a relaxed smile, showing his love for this watch unabashedly.
Zong Zi unconsciously let go of the fingers clenched behind his back.
His voice is a little hoarse.
"Happy birthday."
Tan Jinxue was slightly taken aback, as if she just remembered today's date.
This birthday was just fabricated by her in this world, but it was rare for Zong Zi to remember it for her. It's just that the stunned reaction was also intentional on her part.
From the time Zong Zi threw the box over, she knew what was going to happen next.
Tan Jinxue let out a low laugh, as if there was unspeakable joy in his voice, he looked at Zong Zi with burning eyes, and said, "You still remember."
A trace of bewilderment flashed across the chocolate-colored pupils of the young man. He looked at Tan Jinxue again, and suddenly said, "Take it."
Tan Jinxue was still wearing an old watch on his left wrist. Zong Zi remembered that when they were in Italy, this man was wearing that watch. It has been many years.
Tan Jinxue closed the black velvet box and put the perfectly cut diamonds inside.
"Such a gift can only be exchanged for an important occasion."
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