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Zuo Zixian held the phone in his hand and stood by the window for a long time. He wanted to call Ling Yiheng countless times to find out if all of this was true.

But so what? How could he admit it?

If this was his plan from the very beginning, then he would never tell himself before his goal had been achieved.

Only when she came back to her senses and heard the phone in the living room ringing, did she temporarily put the matter down.

"Konnie, I've been looking for you for a long time. Why haven't you picked up my phone?" Tabolte finally managed to get through to the Left Sage's house, her tone burning with anxiety.

"I-I was just taking a shower. Sorry about that, Tabolte, what's the matter?" Zuo Zixian replied with some uneasiness, trying his best to conceal his thoughts.

Right now, the most important thing was the existence of the winery. Nothing else mattered to her. Even if Ling Yiheng really wanted to annex Dix, she would fight until the end.

"Just now, there was a man who called and said that he was an old friend of the chairman. He wanted to see you. He's Chinese and his surname is Xu. "

Zuo Zixian blinked his eyes suspiciously, "Chinese?"

Their family had lived in France for more than a decade. Most of her father's friends were French and some merchants from the European and American regions. Even if there were Chinese people, she knew about them, and they rarely interacted with each other.

She did not seem to remember the man named Xu in China.

After a moment's hesitation, she asked Tabolte to help her push it off. At a time like this, she really didn't have the heart to see anyone. All of her energy was spent on saving the winery.

However, just as Tabolte was about to hang up, she was stopped by Zuo Zixian, "Wait a moment, Tabolte, ask him when and where we will meet up."

"Boss, this is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. I'll help you pour the water."

As soon as Zhou Heng entered Ling Yiheng's room, he started to get busy, not daring to slow down Ling Yi Heng's condition.

One must know that Ling Yiheng had a very rare and healthy physique, and now that he had fainted, it was a big deal for him. As a special assistant and good friend, he naturally wouldn't lose interest.

"Put it over there, I'll wait for a while before eating. Help me get the phone over, I want to see the news about the company these few days." Ling Yiheng's tone was indifferent, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

Zhou Heng was taken aback. He had not expected that he would have to work again as soon as he regained some strength.

With his understanding of Ling Yiheng, if he really gave him the phone, he would probably work in the sickbed all day.

However, the doctor had already instructed him to do his best to rest and not work these few days. He didn't dare to joke about Ling Yiheng's health.

After thinking about it, he took the risk of being scolded and advised, "Boss, you should rest well. I'll keep an eye on the company's affairs. If there's anything really important, I'll report it to you."

"I'm just a little tired, don't make such a fuss. Give me my phone or should I get it myself?" Ling Yiheng's dark and cold eyes contained a formless oppression. It was obvious that he could not resist.

Zhou Heng hesitated for a moment before saying, "Boss, even if it wasn't for yourself, you still have to think about the madame, right? Now that the madame is still in the hospital, what I hope the most is that you take good care of yourself. "If anything happens to you due to overwork, how do you expect me to explain this to the madame?"

As he finished speaking, Zhou Heng's heart was pounding rapidly. Although they could be considered very good friends in private, Ling Yiheng was still his boss after all. It was rare for him to retort like this, it was unknown whether he would be angry or not.

However, unexpectedly, after a long time, he heard Ling Yiheng compromise, "Alright, I understand. I will rest for a few more days."

He rubbed his forehead, not used to doing nothing. However, thinking about what Zhou Heng had just said and how he did not want to worry his mother, he could only give up on the idea of working.

Only then did Zhou Heng let out a sigh of relief. He hurriedly passed the medicine and water to Ling Yiheng, watching him take them with relief.

"By the way, where's Mika? Did she go back to Ming City? " Ling Yiheng asked as soon as he put down the glass of water, thinking about the matter of Mika.

Zhou Heng paused for a moment, then helped him put the medicine away and shook his head, "No, Miss Mika hasn't returned to Ming Cheng yet and is staying at the company's hotel. But she didn't contact me, I think she will stay in France for a few more days."

Actually, everyone knew what she was thinking. She just wanted to wait for Ling Yiheng and spend some time with him. However, Ling Yiheng didn't look for her. Since she was rejected, she felt too embarrassed to come to the hospital again.

Ling Yiheng's face slightly changed, while his eyes turned cold.

"When you see her, tell her to go back to Ming City as soon as possible. My mom might want to see her."

Privately, he didn't want Mika to stay in France, which would only make things more chaotic.

In his mind, he saw that beautiful and stubborn face, it belonged to Zuo Zixian.

Between Mika and Zuo Zixian, his heart had already made up its mind. He was still trying to deceive himself and cover up his sincerity.

For Mika, he felt more guilt and gratitude, but there was no love between a man and a woman, and he hoped that she would understand sooner.

"I got it, Boss." Zhou Heng agreed, even though he knew it was unlikely for Mika to return so soon.

It was rare for Ling Yiheng to not work, and he was unable to sleep either. He could only let Zhou Heng turn on the television and watch it.

It had been almost two years since he'd taken over L. Force.

Even if one clicked on a video on the internet, it was usually just to watch financial news. There was no need to watch anything of importance.

But now that he was resting and recuperating, coupled with the fact that this was France, there was no point in looking at the financial sector.

After checking a few channels, he did not see anything interesting. Just as he was about to turn off the television and have Zhou Heng buy a few books, he suddenly saw a program that had just started broadcasting.

This was a program that introduced world-famous wines. From the picking of grapes to the winemaking process, it was also a program that introduced some of the world's famous wineries.

When Ling Yiheng saw the Dix Winery, his pupils constricted. He slightly withdrew his gaze as he focused all of his attention onto the television screen.

Zhou Heng was a little surprised, but he did not make any sound to disturb her. Instead, he stood quietly to the side.

At first, Ling Yiheng's gaze was calm, but gradually, it turned cold. He frowned, and then he turned off the television and looked at Zhou Heng. With a cold smile, he ordered, "Please help me call Dix Restaurant."

He didn't say that he wanted to call Zuo Zixian, but rather Dix winery because he knew that Zuo Zixian wouldn't pick up his phone at this time, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't be willing to have a good chat with him.

"Boss, what do you want me to call him for?" Zhou Heng was stunned for a moment. He was caught unprepared by Ling Yiheng's sudden order.

"Just let Zuo Ziwang listen on the phone." He calmly gazed out of the window with his obsidian eyes, unwilling to say another word.

Zhou Heng did not ask any further. He knew that in this situation, all he needed to do was to work.

However, after he dialed the number, no one answered, and he kept busy ringing.

When Ling Yiheng heard that he couldn't get through, his eyes became even more deep and profound. His thin lips pursed into a smile, and his brows furrowed. No one knew what he was thinking about.

In a coffee shop in Strasbourg, Zuo Zixian sat by the window, looking down at his watch from time to time.

Her soft hair, which occasionally shone brightly in the sunlight coming through the window, swayed with the wind. With her long hair flowing down her shoulders, her delicate face looked even more charming and fair, giving off an unparalleled Oriental aura.

There is no doubt that this is a striking sight in France.

Especially the pair of eyes that were like a star, they were jet-black and bright, making it impossible for people to ignore them.

"Hello, Miss Zuo."

A voice suddenly sounded from the front, only then did Zuo Zixian raise his head and look at his watch.

Standing in front of him was a Chinese man, about 30 years old. He wore glasses with gold rims. He was handsome, not too handsome, but it was a very comfortable face.

His figure was very good, just like a bodybuilder. It did not match with his gentle appearance.

Zuo Zi Wu was stunned for a moment, then his gaze returned to calmness, he smirked and asked: "Are you that Mr Xu?"

She wasn't sure, because she couldn't remember where her father had gotten such a friend. Her father's friends were mostly middle-aged and old people his age. How could they be so young?

After carefully searching through her mind, she confirmed that she had never seen this man before. This made her even more uncertain.

However, this man's words dispelled her suspicions, "Yes, that's right. I am your father's friend. My surname is Xu, and my name is Xu Yuanli. "Hello, Miss Zuo. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Xu Yuanli, whiskers distancing? Zuo Zizhen thought that this name was quite funny, but he didn't know why his parents would call him that.

Seeing him reach out his hand to her, although Zuo Zixian felt awkward, he also extended his hand to shake his hand symbolically, "Hello, I'm Zuo Zixian."

After Xu Yuanli sat down, they called for a waiter. Both of them ordered a cup of coffee and started to talk.

"I wonder what kind of relationship Mr. Xu has with my father? Why have I never seen you? " Zuo Ziwang was the first to raise his doubts, and a look of scrutiny appeared in his eyes.

Xu Yuanliao, who was standing on the other side, smiled brightly as if he had seen through Zuo Zisheng's thoughts, "Miss Zuo, are you suspecting me?"

His gaze did not seem intimidating, but it somehow made Zuo Zixian feel a little uncomfortable.