C57

When Zhou Heng called Ling Yiheng, he was standing in the hall downstairs, quietly looking out the window at the street outside. In his mind, he could see Zuo Zixian's face, which clearly wanted to cry, but he stubbornly held it in.

"Hello." He picked up the phone impatiently, dissatisfied with the number that had disturbed his thoughts.

"Boss, the headquarters has started to urge us again. If we don't return now, I'm afraid the Board won't be able to answer this." Zhou Heng's tone was grave, and it was clear that the problem was getting worse.

The board of directors was one of those who had followed Ling Yiheng's father, Ling Tianhao, all the way to defeat L. Force. Although he had been in power for the past two years, he secretly had a great deal of prejudice against this young man.

It was clear to him that if he stayed in Boston any longer and didn't go back to headquarters, the board of directors would make use of it.

"I see. Just tell them there are some things the Boston office needs to deal with, and I'll try to get back before next Monday." Ling Yiheng replied. His voice was calm and unflinching.

Zhou Heng wanted to say something, but seeing how determined he was, he gave up. "Got it, Boss."

After hanging up the phone, for some reason, Ling Yiheng felt a little irritated, it was because of the company, and it was also because of Zuo Zixian.

That woman definitely wouldn't agree so easily to return with him. However, he had already decided on this matter.

Just as he was thinking about how to talk to her, he heard light footsteps coming from behind him.

The man turned around and looked at her. Sure enough, she was the one who slowly walked down the stairs. She was fully dressed, the clothes he had prepared for her earlier, simple cotton linen long-sleeved shirts and beige baggy pants, all her size.

Zuo Zizhen didn't expect him to suddenly turn around and meet his gaze, causing her heart to skip a beat. For a moment, she didn't know how to face him.

Her footsteps stopped at the second and a half flight of stairs, and she did not go down any further.

"Come down!" Ling Yiheng's eyes, which were as black as ink, contained subtle ripples, and his tone was still as commanding as usual.

Zuo Zixian really didn't have the strength to argue with him, so he followed his instructions and went downstairs, but didn't come to him.

When he saw her standing in the corner furthest away from him, the man's gaze became even colder, like a deep and mysterious Haiti.

He opened his long legs and walked in front of her, Zuo Zixian saw that his body was getting tighter and tighter, and all the hairs on his body stood up, cold sweat seemed to be dripping down his forehead, and he didn't know what exactly he was going to do.

"Hungry? Go eat something, on the table. "

Unexpectedly, he only said those words to her before turning around and sitting on the sofa.

She didn't feel anything until she heard him say that. She really felt empty in her stomach. Only then did she remember that the thick soup and food in the hospital cafeteria had all been spilled and she hadn't eaten anything yet.

On the table was a half-cooked steak, and a portion of carrot, stir-fried mushrooms, and cream of mushroom soup. Although it was very simple, the steaming dishes looked very tasty.

"There aren't many ingredients left, so I simply made some. If you don't have enough to eat, then I'll take you to the restaurant outside to eat." His voice rang out from behind him, his unique magnetic voice melodious to the point of being unreal. It also lacked a few traces of its usual coldness.

Zuo Zixian forced out a smile and looked at his back, "No need, these are enough for me, thank you."

She quietly picked up her knife and fork and began to eat. Ling Yiheng did not say anything else as the air was filled with a silent atmosphere.

When she finally finished eating, put down the chopsticks and folded the bowl and plate, intending to take them to wash. However, Ling Yiheng had already arrived at her side, holding her hand, "Let me do it."

Zuo Zizhen's hand felt the warm temperature on his hand, and he immediately retracted it back, looking a little flustered.

Ling Yiheng took the bowl and plate away after taking a glance at her. When he reached the sink, he rolled up his sleeves, put the things in, lowered his head and began to wash.

Zuo Zisheng froze for a moment, and thought of an excuse in his mind. He finally opened his mouth and said softly behind him: "Thank you for today, but I still need to go back to the hospital, so I'll be leaving first."

She nervously clasped her hands together, her fingers interlaced, revealing her nervousness.

"I'll talk to you about something when I'm done. I'll take you back to the hospital when I'm done." Ling Yiheng didn't even turn around, his voice was cold and hard.

She wanted to say not to trouble him anymore, but thinking of his temper, she gave up anyway and stood to the side, quietly waiting.

His movements were quick, but the plates and bowls were all washed clean. They could almost be used as a mirror.

When he finished washing his hands, he put down his sleeves. His actions were smooth and elegant, leaving Zuo Zixian in a daze.

She sometimes wondered why such a perfect man had such a bad temper.