Chapter 211

To be exact, Huang Xing had been enduring the pain of his ankle when he accompanied wonton Xi Shi to see the injury just now.

However, when his merits and virtues were perfect, he could not hold on.

Wonton Xi Shi was startled at the sight and asked: what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?

Huang Xing held his hand tightly to his ankle and tried to stand up, but it was so painful there that he couldn't bear it. Wonton see this scene, also ignore the pain of his knee, squat down, pull up Huang Xing's trouser legs, a look, immediately scared!

His ankle is swollen. And it's very swollen. It's round like steamed bread.

Wonton Xi Shi complained, look at your feet! Why don't you see a doctor together?

Huang Xing wiped the cold sweat on his face: he sprained it. I didn't feel serious just now.

Wonton Xishi: you are so brave!

Huang Xing asked in reverse: don't you also like it.

I don't know why, they looked at each other for a moment.

This pair of eyes seemed to cut through the sky, and also seemed to suddenly fill their bodies with something that made them cherish each other.

This time it was wonton, and she helped Huang Xing back to the hospital.

Such a drama!

Registration, treatment, film, prescription, infusion------

Lying on the bed, waiting for the nurse to insert the needle and start infusion, Huang Xing took the mobile phone and dialed Fu Jie's phone.

After receiving the answer, Huang Xingdao said: Mr. Fu, I'd like to ask you for a leave. I sprained my foot accidentally. I'm in the hospital for transfusion. I may go to the commercial building later.

Who wants to pay Jie there but giggle: what, twisted foot? It's about the same as twisting to the waist, isn't it?

Huang Xing a Leng, in his impression, Fu Jie is not too fond of joking. Huang Xing stressed: Mr. Fu, I'm not kidding you. afternoon. In the afternoon. I go to work in the afternoon.

Fu Jie asked: which hospital are you in? I'm going to take all our management to the hospital to express my sympathy to you.

"That's not necessary," Huang Xinggang said, then he felt that Fu Jie's words were obviously ironic and hilarious: Mr. Fu doesn't have to be so Schadenfreude, does he?

Fu jieleng snorted, and then said coldly: Huang Xing, you let me understand deeply.

Then they hung up.

Huang Xing can't find his head.

What's the situation?

It is reasonable to say that even if there is a generation gap and distance between Fu Jie and herself during this period of time, she is not at least so sarcastic when she is hospitalized?

Especially what did her last sentence mean and what did she learn?

In doubt, wonton Xi Shi has poured a glass of water for Huang Xing and brought it to him.

Huang Xing looked at her in amazement. Although she still had no expression on her face at this time, her action was very valuable. Huang Xing said, thank you. Wonton Xi Shi sat on the hospital bed next to him and glanced at the infusion bottle.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huang Xing lost no time to ask: Yes, I still don't know your name.

Wonton Xi Shi Leng Leng, faltered and said: I, my name, my name-------

She hesitated for a long time and didn't say the following.

Huang Xing said with a bitter smile: can't you remember your name?

Wonton Xi Shi seems to have a lot of courage to blurt out: my name is ye Yundan.

Ye Yundan? That's a nice name. Huang Xing praised: good name. That's a nice name.

Ye Yundan asked: what's your name?

Huang Xing said: my name is Huang Xing.

Ye Yundan continued to ask: what do you do?

Huang Xingdao: general manager of Xinmeng commercial building.

Huang Xing thought that once he said his unit and position, he would definitely make ye Yundan look at him differently. But unexpectedly, she just gave a faint "Oh" and then kept silent.

It's a bit of a wet blanket. However, if you think about it, it is very valuable that you have known her name and talked with her so harmoniously. This proves that the indifferent and charming wonton shop owner is not as inaccessible as she imagined.

To be a bottle of liquid is almost finished, ye Yundan hurriedly called to the nurse, and put on a bottle of new medicine.

It was over eleven o'clock by this time. Huang Xing feels very hungry, so he says to ye Yundan: go and buy some rice. Let's all have some cushions.

He fumbled in his clothes for a while and took out a hundred dollar bill.

Ye Yundan said: I have money. What would you like to eat?

Huang Xing said: whatever. Fire, steamed buns, cakes, whatever.

Ye Yundan stood up and said: then I will buy some.

She hobbled to the door, Huang Xing quickly called her: your knee! Forget it, I'd better ask the nurse to help me buy it.

Ye Yundan said, I can do it. Then he pulled the door open and disappeared into view.

Huang Xing shakes his head thoughtfully, thinking that he really has some predestination with this wonton Xi Shi Ye Yundan. This morning's common hardship gave them the opportunity to come to the hospital together and take care of each other. Her cold face began to melt away. Although there is no smile, it is not as stiff as before.

Huang Xing thinks that in addition to the appearance of indifference, this woman is actually very good.

Ye Yundan soon came back with a plastic bag of things. When he opened it, there were fire, eggs and a box of vegetables in it. And two cups of sealed soy milk.

Huang Xing sat up, ye Yundan pulled a stool, two people began to have this simple lunch.

During the meal, ye Yundan did not speak. Huang Xing can only hear her light and delicate chewing sound. She took a bite of the pancake, and a beautiful semicircle appeared on the pancake, which was very artistic.

Huang Xing lost no time to break the silence: Yundan, we-------

Ye Yundan interrupted him: you dropped a word of my name.

Of course, Huang Xing knows that she complains that she is too close. So he changed his tune: ye Yundan. Ye Yundan, I prefer your wonton.

Ye Yundan a Leng, stopped chewing, frowning at Huang Xing: you don't want me to go back to do it for you, and then take it?

Huang Xing quickly shook his head: I don't have it. I mean, compared with today's lunch, your wonton is still delicious. Every morning after that, I will go to you to eat wonton. Are you welcome?

Ye Yundan continued to eat his own meal, light tunnel: want to go to chant, and no one stopped you.

Huang Xing continues to inquire about ye Yundan: ye Yundan, where do you live?

Ye Yundan said: just stay in the shop. Let's have a courtyard behind. There are several bungalows.

Huang Xing: you live alone?

Ye Yundan said: how many people are there.

What about your family?

Ye Yundan waved disposable chopsticks in front of Huang Xing: OK, don't ask, eat!

Huang Xing nodded, always feel that this ye Yundan seems to have something difficult to say. He wanted to get to know a mysterious woman boss of wonton shop, but it was inconvenient and he was eager for success. Huang Xing thinks that she may not be a simple woman.

After eating lunch in a hurry, Huang Xing turns on his mobile phone, listens to music and cultivates his sentiment. Ye Yundan sat quietly on the empty bed beside him and looked up at the hanging bottle hanging at the head of the bed from time to time.

A rush of mobile phone rings.

It's Tao Fei, Huang Xing's secretary.

Huang Xing couldn't help beating a drum in his heart. To some extent, when she's not in the office, if there's nothing particularly big or important, she won't disturb herself by calling. She is very sensible and knows how to coordinate the relationship between various departments. Especially in their absence, can be very successful and decisive to deal with some basic daily affairs.

But at this time, Tao Fei's phone call seems to indirectly tell Huang Xing that something has happened to the commercial building!

After Huang Xing answered the phone, he couldn't help asking: Secretary Tao, what's the matter?

Tao Fei said: Mr. Huang, where are you now?

Huang Xing said: I have something to do outside. What's the matter? Tell me.

Tao Fei said: just now, just now the general manager Fu came. She, she asked me where you were, and I said you went out to inspect each floor of the commercial building. But Mr. Fu didn't believe it and said it---------

Huang Xing asked: what else?

Tao Fei continued to say: Mr. Fu said, you are going to find a woman. I've never seen her lose her temper. All the glasses she took in her hands were broken. I want to clean them up. She won't let me. She said I'll clean them up when you come back.

Huang Xing was even more surprised: what does she mean?

I can't see it, either. It's just that she's angry. Mr. Huang, are you in any way-------

Huang Xing interrupted her: OK, I know. Just do your job well. I may go back in the afternoon.

Tao Fei said: good, Mr. Huang.

After hanging up the phone, Huang Xing thought again and again.

According to the Secretary's description, Fu Jie's extreme reaction, and then contacted Fu Jie's sarcasm on the phone, Huang Xing realized that the situation was seriously bad. But where is the crux of the problem?

Is it because I didn't pick her up for breakfast in the morning?

No! She is not such a mean person!

There are so many thoughts that we can't get rid of.

Huang Xing always feels that Fu Jie's excessive anger is illogical.

After losing the bottle, Huang Xing drives ye Yundan back to the wonton shop. Just as she wants to rush back to the commercial building, she suddenly realizes a very serious problem: ye Yundan is injured and can't move easily. She can't do business these two days. What does she depend on to feed herself?

Thinking of these, Huang Xing takes out a stack of RMB from his pocket and hands it to ye Yundan: you take the flowers first, and it will be the cost of living. These days, the store will close first, and then open again when it's recovered.

Ye Yundan shakes his head and says it doesn't matter. I can do it. Huang Xing said: be obedient. Without waiting for ye Yundan to declare his position again, Huang Xing has come out of the door. Get on the bus and drive to Xinmeng commercial building. The first thing he wants to do is to think of Fu Jie's office and try out the wind. What's going on?