Chapter 272 Consider my wife's thin blood relationship!
Fu Linghe walked towards the door, his leather shoes making a dull sound on the floor, which was full of oppression.
He suddenly stopped, and his profile outlined a sharp contour line in the backlight.
His fingertips rested on the doorknob, his voice as deep as ice. "I will personally arrange for an escort for your flight tomorrow to ensure your safe departure from the capital. However, if you show up uninvited next time, I won't be polite."
Mo Shi'an stood up suddenly and asked coldly, "Fu Linghe! What do you mean?"
"What I mean is..." Fu Linghe chuckled. He turned around and slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, his eyes brimming with violence. "The fact that you were able to leave the capital unscathed is entirely due to my wife's thin blood relationship."
"You..." Mo Shian was so angry that his face turned ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that they made a squeaking sound. He was about to rush towards him, but was stopped by the old man.
Fu Linghe looked at the scene before him, a hint of sarcasm curling up at the corner of his mouth. "If President Mo appears in front of my wife again like this, I wouldn't mind personally teaching you my rules."
After he gave the warning, he turned around, opened the door and walked out.
The presidential suite instantly fell into silence, leaving only stagnant air.
"Grandpa, Fu Linghe has gone too far!" Mo Shi'an said angrily as he looked at Grandpa Mo.
"Okay, think about what you did when he wanted to bring Zheng Zheng back before you speak!" The old man reminded with a gloomy face.
Mo Shian was choked by the old man's words and fell silent.
It was indeed he who was too impulsive at that time. He was in the wrong and he had nothing to say.
Downstairs of Junlan Hotel.
Fu Linghe placed one hand on the steering wheel and opened his phone with the other. He tapped the screen with his fingertips and sent a message to Yun Zheng, "Are you awake?"
After sending the message, he kept his eyes on the dialog box, tapping his knuckles on the steering wheel, waiting patiently for a reply.
A few seconds later, the phone vibrated.
Yun Zheng: [Well, to be more precise, you haven't fallen asleep since you left the house.]
The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he dialed the video call directly.
Yun Zheng was already holding a cell phone, so she naturally answered the call immediately.
She was still curled up in bed, the silk covers slipping down to her waist, revealing her slender collarbone and the loose straps of her nightgown.
She answered the video call with half-closed eyes, and a warm yellow glow suddenly spread across the screen, making her outline look furry.
Yun Zheng lazily turned over and poked the screen with her fingertips, a look of confusion in her eyes. "You haven't arrived at the company yet?"
At this point, we should have arrived at the destination at a normal speed.
She tilted her head, her hair scattered on the pillow, the collar of her nightgown slightly open, revealing a piece of fair skin. Her tone was a little unintentional and tentative, "Could it be that Mr. Fu... skipped work?"
Fu Linghe's eyes flickered slightly, and he tapped his knuckles lightly on the steering wheel. He said in a low voice, "Something happened on the way and delayed me."
"Oh?" Yun Zheng narrowed her eyes, like a cat that had sensed something was wrong, and spoke slowly and drawn out, "What is it that would require President Fu to go out of his way to do it personally?"
The corners of his lips curled slightly, and a dangerous smile flashed across his eyes. "What's going on? Mrs. Fu is checking on me?"
Yun Zheng snorted softly, her fingertips curling the ends of her hair, and deliberately said, "Is it not possible? What if Mr. Fu secretly goes to see someone he shouldn't be seeing behind my back?"
Fu Linghe chuckled, his voice deepening a bit, "I did meet two people."
Yun Zheng was stunned. She hadn't expected him to admit it so straightforwardly. Her originally lazy expression instantly became alert. She propped herself up and asked, "Who?"
"No one, just two partners." His tone was indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
Before Yun Zheng could say anything, Fu Linghe cleverly changed the subject, "Okay, hurry up and get up, lazy bum, or you'll have to eat breakfast and lunch again."
"Get up and have breakfast. I'll have the masseuse come over and give you a good massage."
Yun Zheng lazily buried her head in the quilt and muttered, "I know!"
Fu Linghe listened to his muffled voice and furry little head, and smiled helplessly and dotingly.
"Hurry up and get up. I have to go to work first. Send me a message if you want to eat something. I will bring it to you after get off work."
Yun Zheng continued to speak lazily, "Okay~~~"
After hearing Yun Zheng's response, Fu Linghe hung up the phone.
Although the call was hung up, Yun Zheng's lazy face still appeared in Fu Linghe's mind.
Her eyes were half closed, her hair was scattered on the pillow, and the sight of her silk nightgown sliding down her shoulders made his Adam's apple roll unconsciously.
A doting smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He placed his phone on the passenger seat, started the car and drove towards the Fu Group.
The early morning sunlight shone through the car window onto his well-defined profile.
The coldness he had shown when confronting the Mo family just now was completely gone, leaving only a hint of tenderness in his eyes that had not yet faded.
When Fu Linghe stepped out of the elevator, the aura around him had already changed.
Special Assistant Qi hurried after him, holding the documents, but when he was three steps away, he was forced to breathe slower because of the chill.
"Mr. Fu, Vice President Qin's cross-border video conference has already started. Do you want to..."
"No, just let him come."
The moment the gilded door handle was pressed down by the bony hand, the office suddenly erupted with a deafening gaming sound effect—"First blood!"
A vein on Fu Linghe's forehead jumped.
Not far away, Jiang Chenyu was slumped in the leather sofa, his long legs arrogantly draped over the coffee table.
With the way he is now, who can believe that he is a doctor, and a highly skilled one at that!
He didn't even look up when he heard the door open, his fingers swiping frantically across the screen. "Stop making noise, I'm going to get a pentakill soon... Shit, who's so desperate to steal my phone!"
The moment his phone was taken away, Jiang Chenyu watched helplessly as his game character died tragically under the tower.
"My winning streak!" He covered his chest in pain, but when he looked up, he met Fu Linghe's cold eyes and immediately raised his hands. "Boss, it's so late and you're just coming to work. If you don't come soon, it will be time to get off work."
Fu Linghe threw the phone back to him and loosened his tie. "You're so free, shouldn't I find you something to do?"
Fu Linghe sat in the large boss chair, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the table, his eyes glancing coldly at Jiang Chenyu, "So, you came here so early in the morning just to play games?"
Jiang Chenyu instantly collapsed on the sofa like a deflated ball, wailing, "Boss, help! My parents are going crazy!"
Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows and motioned him to continue.
Jiang Chenyu scratched his hair, looking devastated. "My mom arranged three blind dates for me yesterday. Three in one day! Three! I've never even stayed in an operating room that long!"
"And then?" Fu Linghe's tone was indifferent, and it was obvious that he had no sympathy for his tragic experience.
"Then?" Jiang Chenyu sat up suddenly, his eyes wide. "Then I ran away! I didn't dare go back to the hospital, I didn't dare stay at home, even the bar was being watched by my mom's spies!"
He lay pitifully on Fu Linghe's desk, blinking his eyes, "Boss, can you take me in for a few days? I promise not to disturb your work, and just be quiet and be a nobody!"
Fu Linghe sneered, "You? An Jing? Are you sure you're related?"
Jiang Chenyu immediately raised three fingers and swore, "Really! If I make trouble for you again, you will throw me out!"
"No, you don't have to throw it, I can roll it myself!"
Fu Linghe didn't bother to pay attention to him. He lowered his head and flipped through the documents, saying lightly, "Whatever you want. Don't bother me."
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