The first thing Huo Jingchen did when he returned to the seaside was to go directly to the building of Huo's headquarters.
"Mr. Huo..."
"Huo always early..."
All the way, Huo Jingchen's face was cold and fierce, and he didn't give any response from the beginning to the end.
Although the time is still early, the whole building is tense because of the arrival of Huo Jingchen.
Huo Jingchen came to Mrs. Huo's office all the way. Mrs. Huo's secretary hurriedly stopped him: "Mr. Huo, madam is not in, you can't go in..."
"Get out of the way." Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked directly at the woman in front of her. The woman was subconsciously nervous and felt like she was being stared at by a poisonous snake, which gave birth to an unspeakable fear.
Tang Zhi beckoned his men to drag her away.
Seeing Mrs. Huo's secretary being dragged away, the security in the building looked at each other, and no one dared to go up for a while.
Huo Jingchen's face was cold and hard, and when there was less obstruction, he pushed the door.
There is no one in the office. Mrs. Huo is not really there.
Huo Jingchen was not in a hurry either. He looked at the time and said in a cold voice, "bring me Zhu Wencheng."
"Yes." When Tang Zhi answered, he stepped back.
The door of the office was closed again, and Huo Jingchen sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and his eyes drooped, with low air pressure.
Half an hour later, wrapped in gauze and plaster, Zhu Wencheng, who was mummified, was thrown in and fell at Huo Jingchen's feet.
Zhu Wencheng struggled several times to get up, but he was sweating profusely.
"Outside Nephew... Give my uncle a hand. " Zhu Wencheng looks up at Huo Jingchen and starts to talk with difficulty.
Huo Jingchen still hung his eyes, as if he didn't hear him at all, and didn't give any response.
But Tang Zhi looked at Zhu Wencheng coldly, and there was nothing to say.
I don't understand how such a stupid brother could be possessed by such a person as Madam Huo.
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twenty minutes later, the footsteps in the corridor sounded.
A woman in a yellow silk blouse and white wide legged trousers slowly appeared in the public's eyes.
The woman 's posture is elegant and unhurried. She is followed by several bodyguards who are tall and tall, and her momentum is to be born and pressed down by her.
"Madam, Huo shaochuang entered your office We can't stop it. " The secretary came forward and spoke in a hurry.
Mrs. Huo was not in a hurry. She said lightly, "he is the master of the Huo family. The whole Huo family is his. He goes wherever he wants."
Wen Yan, the Secretary bowed his head and backed down, afraid to speak.
Mrs. Huo went to the front and back of the door, and soon someone opened it for her.
In the eyes, a handsome man like a demon is leaning on the sofa, slightly drooping his eyes, full of gloomy breath.
"Sister Sister... Help me. " When Zhu Wencheng saw Mrs. Huo, his eyes lit up.
He struggled on the ground for nearly half an hour, but he never got up.
Madam Huo hears the sound and sees the package like a zongzi Zhu Wencheng. Her eyes are deep.
She didn't rush to take care of him either. She went to the opposite side of Huo Jingchen and sat down: "I heard that you came here in the morning. How can I think of you here when I have time?"
As she spoke, Mrs. Huo made tea.
Huo Jingchen finally slowly opened his eyes. After a short rest, his eyes became sharper and sharper.
"Near the end of the year, come and give a gift to your mother." Huo Jingchen looks at Mrs. Huo and slowly opens her mouth.
"Sister Sister... I... " Zhu Wencheng is trying to say something. Madam Huo looks up at him and says in a cold voice, "shut up."