To My Dear Mr. Huo

Qiu Junjiao stood up quickly, her hands and feet were a little weak. But she didn't care to nod repeatedly: "I, I know."

"Please." Huo Jinyao took a step back, his face was calm: "Remember to say hello to Mr. Qiu for me."

Qiu Junjiao nodded indiscriminately, and left as if fleeing.

Huo Jinyao straightened his clothes after she left, and returned to his seat with a calm face to deal with the rest of the business.

When Su Qingsang came out of the hospital, he saw Huo Jinyao leaning against the car door waiting for her in a very high-profile way, wearing a bouquet of roses.

She was startled, looked around, and found that many people were looking in this direction, and she was embarrassed.

"What are you doing?"

Stepping forward quickly, Su Qingsang wished he could put him in the car right away.

"I'll pick you up from get off work." Huo Jinyao smiled brightly, and put the bouquet of roses in front of Su Qingsang: "Flowers for beauties."

"Why did you send me flowers again?" Su Qingsang took the rose in his hand: "What day is today?"

"Isn't it a certain day that you can't send flowers?" Huo Jinyao put his arms around her waist: "My wife, it's not good for you to think so."

Su Qingsang stepped back a little and stared at Huo Jinyao's face. There was a touch of playfulness on Qingli's face.

"Really? Why do I feel that there is nothing to be courteous about, and it's either annihilating or stealing?"

"Wife." Huo Jinyao took a deep look at Su Qingsang, and there was a flash of injury in his eyes: "Are you so unconfident in yourself?"

"Okay, I'm joking." Su Qingsang boldly stepped forward and kissed him on the chin: "Thank you, I like it very much."

The two got into the car, and Huo Jinyao told her about his arrangement.

"The air ticket has been booked. The plane in the morning of the day after tomorrow. The itinerary has also been arranged. There will be an escort who can understand Chinese to accompany you."

"Okay." Su Qingsang glanced at Huo Jinyao, with obvious gratitude in his eyes: "Thank you."

The corners of Huo Jinyao's lips were raised, and his eyes were filled with obvious joy: "No thanks, I will personally accept the thank you gift tonight."

Su Qingsang's face turned red again. Huo Jinyao is really serious for only three minutes.

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Li Qianxue looked at Su Chenghui's assistant in front of her, and tapped lightly on the table: "Is he sure there is nothing unusual recently?"

"No." The assistant shook his head: "Mr. Su has been busy with the cooperation project with Tianyu Group during this time. Originally, one was already reserved for the Qiu family, but later it was given to Tianyu, so Mr. Su has been very busy recently. .”

Li Qianxue didn't speak. In front of her was Li's latest quarterly financial report. The increased data on it also showed Su Chenghui's ability.

"To be honest, several downstream partners invited Mr. Su to dinner a few days ago. But this kind of dinner is very common."

The assistant arranged the dinner and left before showing up. So he didn't know that Su Chenghui left first.

"You go down first." Li Qianxue always felt that something was wrong: "By the way, if something happens to Su, remember to tell me."

"Yes." The assistant was originally trained by Mr. Li. Later, because Su Chenghui had no useful people around him, he gave it to Su Chenghui.

After going to Su Chenghui's side, it can be regarded as helping Su Chenghui wholeheartedly. It's just that occasionally Li Qianxue would ask him to ask some unimportant things.

Naturally, he also knows how not to offend at both ends, and knows what to say and what not to say. It was also because of this that Su Chenghui kept this assistant.

The assistant left, but Li Qianxue always felt that things were not that simple.

Second watch. Feel sorry. Yesterday Yuema chopped her hands until three o'clock. Got up at six and went out. Come back at night with a terrible headache. I almost thought I couldn't get any better. Holding on to the headache, the two changes were made. Don't feel less. Make it up tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.