Chapter 70: Overbearing Boss: Heartbreak from Overbearing Boss
Siming did not answer immediately because he hesitated for a moment and this was not his style.
However, Siming said calmly: "There is no if."
There is no if in his dictionary.
Shen Hanqing was even more excited. She played with a strand of hair and said to 333, "San San, how can I make Bai Lu turn this into reality?"
333 replied, "That's impossible, host. Bai Lu wants to create a gentle and kind persona, so she wouldn't say such words on her own initiative."
Shen Hanqing's lips curved slightly, "In my dictionary, there is no word like impossible, remember that."
Finally we arrived at the Sichuan restaurant. The Sichuan restaurants that rich people eat at are all high-end Sichuan restaurants.
From the decoration to the service, everything is high-end.
Shen Hanqing shook her head. Such a restrictive Sichuan restaurant must be soulless.
After all the dishes were served, the assistant introduced that they were made by an authentic Chinese chef, and then left, leaving the two of them alone.
Wow, the national chef is the national chef, even the boiled pork slices are so exquisite.
But it still makes people hungry.
And many of them are what Shen Hanqing likes to eat. Siming’s assistant is pretty good.
She tasted the boiled pork slices; it was spicy, fresh, and delicious. "Boss Si's assistant is pretty good."
Siming, like before, doesn't like to pick up his chopsticks.
He responded, "Yeah."
He was dressed in a suit and tie, with a stern expression, giving off an oppressive vibe. If you didn't know better, you would think Siming was in a Western restaurant.
Shen Hanqing didn't care whether Si Ming ate or not, as long as she was happy eating, "Mr. Si, are you willing to give up?"
Siming raised his eyes to look at Shen Hanqing, and stabbed him with a knife, “He is very expensive, and you don’t have money.”
Shen Hanqing thought about her bank statements, okay, she really had no money.
Siming saw that Shen Hanqing was eating with great relish, and felt a little puzzled. Was it really that delicious?
He had never eaten such a strong-flavored dish before.
Si Ming picked up a piece of boiled pork with chopsticks, but before he could put it into his mouth, his assistant came in.
He smiled apologetically at Shen Hanqing, then whispered something to Si Ming.
Unfortunately, Shen Hanqing knew a little bit of lip reading, so she understood what the assistant said was that Bai Lu wanted to see Siming.
That's really a coincidence. If Bai Lu could turn the if into a reality, Shen Hanqing would be even happier.
Shen Hanqing bit her chopsticks and said, “If Mr. Si has something to do, you can leave first. I don’t mind it very much.”
Siming glanced at Shen Hanqing. Indeed, he suspected that in the eyes of this woman, the dishes on the table were more attractive than him.
But Siming had no intention of leaving, and even he himself didn't know why.
Siming said to his assistant, "Put it on hold."
The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the president finally seemed to understand.
Soon, Siming regretted not leaving.
Siming had just tasted a bite of boiled pork slices when he was rushed to the hospital due to a stomach attack.
Shen Hanqing was stunned. She was completely fine after eating so much, but Siming only ate one piece and was admitted to the hospital.
The assistant was also anxious. She didn't expect the president to eat. After all, every time he invited Miss Shen to dinner, he would watch Miss Shen eat. Who knew this time would be an exception?
He explained to Shen Hanqing that Siming was a workaholic, especially during the most turbulent times for the Si family.
Siming not only had irregular meals, he might not even eat at all, and over time he developed stomach problems.
I usually eat light food, so it’s not that serious.
I guess the food was too exciting this time.
Shen Hanqing raised her eyebrows, she couldn’t eat but still invited her to eat, okay, she saw the sincerity.
The stomach problem came on suddenly, but it was not serious. The doctor just repeatedly told me not to eat irritating foods.
Siming's face was slightly pale, but there was no expression on his face, as if this was just an insignificant matter.
Shen Hanqing looked at Si Ming and suddenly smiled. In fact, she used to think that this kind of illness was an insignificant matter.
She said, "I'm going to buy something."
Siming responded without saying anything else.
The assistant said, "We'll wait for Miss Shen in the car."
When Shen Hanqing walked back with the hot milk, 333 said, “The host is not so ruthless.”
"Really? Maybe I added something in it that would make people see the King of Hell?" Shen Hanqing thought, it doesn't seem like a bad idea.
333 readily said: "The host is right!" Anyway, as long as he knew that the host was saying one thing and thinking another, it would be fine.
After Shen Hanqing got into the car, she stuffed the still warm milk into Si Ming’s hands, “Mr. Si, do you have something here with me? Don’t miss a chance to take it back.”
The temperature of the hot milk stained Siming's palms and soaked into his skin.
The assistant asked Shen Hanqing, “Miss Shen, are we sending you to the set?”
Shen Hanqing responded: “Of course.”
Sometimes Shen Hanqing even doubted her own physique. Why did these people always bump into her one after another?
For example, Bailu.
Shen Hanqing had just gotten off the car when she met Bai Lu.
She looked at Shen Hanqing in surprise, and said in a voice without disguising at all: “Hanqing, didn’t you go to dinner with Yu Nian? Why did President Si send you back?”
Then she looked around again and asked, "Where's Yu Nian? Didn't he come back with you?"
Shen Hanqing raised an eyebrow, "Are you so nosy? Why don't you mind your own business?"
"I just wanted to talk to Mr. Si. He didn't have time just now, but now he has time because I'm back."
Then he patted Bai Lu's shoulder and said, "Let's talk properly."
Bai Lu was so angry at Shen Hanqing's words that her expression almost collapsed. This clearly told her that Siming's so-called lack of time was actually just about being with Shen Hanqing.
Why, why does Shen Hanqing always snatch people from her.
After Shen Hanqing entered the set, 333 asked slyly, "Does the host want to watch the live broadcast?"
As he spoke, a large floating screen appeared in front of Shen Hanqing, on which were Bai Lu and Si Ming who were talking.
Oh, no, to be precise, Bai Lu said, and Siming listened.
333 added: "You can also increase the volume to understand what they are saying."
Shen Hanqing felt a little strange, "Is this okay?"
333 responded, "It's fine to livestream some insignificant things."
Since you can watch the live broadcast, why not watch it.
Shen Hanqing nodded and raised his voice.
Bai Lu's pitiful voice rang out, "Boss Si, I have no other choice but to ask for your help."
Siming held the milk in his hand, his face expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
After a long while, Siming finally said, "Okay."
A big question mark appeared in Shen Hanqing's head, so what did Bai Lu want Siming to help her with?
It would be better to propose that Siming ban her Shen Hanqing or something like that, otherwise it would not be fun at all.
This live broadcast is really insignificant.
After that, Bai Lu thanked Siming with tears of gratitude and returned to the set.
Siming also left.
Shen Hanqing knocked on the table, “Then can I watch Siming’s live broadcast 24 hours a day?”
As she spoke, a strange expression appeared on her face.
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