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"Boss, are we going back to the company in Paris or to your apartment?" Zhou Heng asked in front of him, inwardly speechless at Ling Yiheng's actions towards Zuo Zixian.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had followed Ling Yiheng for so many years and had already mastered the ability of not panicking a long time ago, he would have fainted on the spot due to fright.

"Go back to Paris, but don't drive. We'll take the tv." he said softly.

Although he did not like the crowded high-speed rail, he was in a hurry to return. Together with Zhou Heng's continuous trip for a few days, he was worried that his body would not be able to handle it.

"Okay, Boss."

Just as he was about to start the engine, Ling Yiheng opened his mouth again, seeming to have thought of something, "Wait a moment, buy me a cup of coffee, you know my taste."

"Alright."

Zhou Heng looked around before turning around and heading toward a good coffee shop at the end of the street.

When they arrived, Zhou Heng parked the car in the parking area, and Ling Yiheng sat in the back seat and waited.

Ling Yiheng's tall and strong body was lazily leaning against the car. His usual tension was gone, and his clear eyes were obviously tired. Due to the matter of the company and the matter of Zuo Zixian, he hadn't had a good rest these few days. That was why he needed coffee to refresh himself.

In fact, he didn't like coffee, especially at work.

After waiting for a long time and seeing that Zhou Heng still hadn't returned, Ling Yiheng frowned slightly. He opened the car door and stepped out with his long legs.

As soon as he got out of the car, it caused a commotion.

The face that came from the east was simply too handsome. The nose bridge was high and straight like a small mountain, and the black pupils were exquisite and perfect. They were like black pearls embedded in the deep corners of the face.

When a pair of eyes looked at him, they seemed to be in a daze. He was like a magnet, holding her gaze.

"That's …" The suitor of Konnie... That Chinese man surnamed Ling. " Rita mumbled softly, looking at Ling Yiheng blankly, not daring to believe that she would actually meet him here.

After a long moment, her eyes flickered, and she unconsciously walked in his direction.

At this moment, Zhou Heng had just finished buying coffee from the coffee shop.

"Boss, coffee."

Just as Zhou Heng was about to pass the coffee to Ling Yiheng, a person suddenly appeared in front of him.

The next moment, he heard the sound of a coffee cup being knocked over.

The liquid from this cup of coffee seemed to have a target, as it splashed onto Ling Yiheng's body — on his chest.

"I'm sorry! "I'm sorry!" The girl who knocked over the coffee finally came back to her senses. She hurriedly apologized to him and took out a tissue to help him wipe, but she was shaking so much that she couldn't even hold the paper properly.

Ling Yiheng was wearing a light-colored shirt custom-made by hand in Italy. After being covered by the liquid coffee, her shirt was dyed in a shade of red, making it very eye-catching.

Beside him, Zhou Heng's face changed drastically. He had no doubt been caught unprepared by this scene.

The French girl's hands shook as she wiped them carelessly, but the stains on the coffee couldn't be wiped away with paper towels.

"Alright, stop wiping." Ling Yiheng impatiently stopped her actions.

Only then did the girl withdraw her hand and raise her head, looking at Ling Yiheng apologetically. She had a European face, delicate and solid, with a lovely face and shining blue eyes.

"You … Mister Ling? " She spoke in a low voice, seemingly very careful.

Ling Yiheng frowned, "You know me?"

Rita did not expect him to forget her. Feeling shy, she hesitated before introducing herself, "I am Rita, the Manning Wine House belongs to my parents. The last time was when I invited Konnie, on behalf of Manning, and you, to a business party. "

Upon hearing her words, Ling Yiheng finally had a bit of an impression. He remembered that she was the girl that was with Zuo Zixian that day.

If it wasn't for Zuo Zixian's words, he wouldn't even bother to remember any of the other women.

Seeing that he only slightly nodded his head, Rita lowered her head to look at his clothes, apologizing with a sincere tone: "Mr. Ling, I'm really sorry, I was in too much of a hurry, I didn't see your coffee."

Ling Yiheng's eyes didn't linger on her for too long. He thought that he should go and buy some clothes to change into, so he only said, "I'm fine."

Then he turned to go back to the car.

Rita wasn't willing to see him leave just like that, so she caught up to him in time, "Mr. Ling, wait a moment."

It took a lot of courage to talk to such a man. She was so nervous that her palms were sweating.

Ling Yiheng stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked at her in confusion.

The girl's face was rosy and sweet, but she was nothing to him.

Zhou Heng's gaze followed and looked over. With just a glance, he could see that this girl's eyes were filled with admiration for Ling Yiheng.

He had seen many girls look at him in this manner over the years, but Ling Yiheng had disappointed them.

"Mr. Ling, I accidentally dirtied your clothes. How about I compensate you with a piece of clothes? Also, I'll help you dry clean your clothes, wash them before returning them back to you." I should buy you another cup of coffee, too. " Rita spoke earnestly, as if she really wanted to make up for her mistake.

However, Ling Yiheng didn't intend to waste too much time.

"No need."

He could see her intentions and the love in her eyes, and he didn't want to give her a second chance to see him, because it wasn't necessary.

"But... "I really …"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ling Yiheng had already gotten into the car and instructed Zhou Heng to drive to the nearest men's clothing store.

Although Zhou Heng felt a little awkward for Rita, he knew Ling Yiheng's character, so he could only do as he was told.

Rita stood where she was, watching their car drive away until it became a speck in her vision, her blue eyes wet and lost.

Halfway there, Zhou Heng suddenly thought of the cup of spilled coffee. Glancing at Ling Yiheng on the back seat, he asked, "Boss, would you like to buy you another cup of coffee?"

"No need."

The man's dark pupils were dark and unreadable. He looked out the window and saw a street passing by. Then, he thought of something.

"Remember to call Zuo Zixian's attending physician in the afternoon and ask her how she is. If she's not well, ask the hospital to extend her stay."

This was what he was most concerned about right now. He didn't want to be sick the next time he saw her.

He liked to see her alive, bright and attractive, neither humble nor haughty. She, who was sick, would only let him … Heartache.

Zhou Heng stared blankly for a moment before a clear look flashed across his eyes. "I got it, Boss."

It seemed that the Boss was truly moved this time. He had yet to see this kind of concern in anyone other than Ling Yiheng's mother.

"Why is this happening? Manager Song's phone could never be reached. " Zuo Zi Wu said anxiously as he looked at Tabolte, who was rushing over at the door.

Ever since she got back to the winery, she had been calling Song Yunzhi's company, but it was always busy.

If this dragged on, it would affect the distribution of their new wine.

"Konnie, tell me, could it be that Manager Song sold us expired raw materials?" Tabolte's expression was grave. She didn't have much experience dealing with Chinese people, but apart from the Zuo Zixian family, she didn't have a good impression of Chinese people.

After the past, many Chinese who did business in France used to work in secret to reduce the quality of their products, it was inevitable that Tabolte would be a little suspicious of Song Yunzhi.

Zuo Zixian frowned and pondered: "I always feel that Manager Song isn't that kind of person. I've had dinner with her and had a chat with her and felt that she is a very honest and trustworthy businessman. Furthermore, I've checked the raw materials from their factory too, there's no problem at all. It must be something else. "

Although things were about to get out of hand, Zuo Zixian still maintained his calm analysis, not wanting to easily vent his anger on others.

"Well, since you trust her so much, we'll have to wait for her to answer the phone." Tabolte sighed and adjusted her glasses.

Zuo Zixian's severe cold did not recover, and with the large difference in temperature within and outside the body, he could not help but sneeze a few times. He also felt a little dizzy.

"Konnie, you're not feeling well. Let's go back to the hospital first. I'll take care of the winery." Tabolte poured her a glass of water.

Zuo Ziqian lowered his gaze, held the phone in his hand, thought for a moment, and said: "I don't have time to go to the hospital now. "How about this, I'll call Manager Song a few more times. If things don't work out, I'll buy a plane ticket and go to Ming City to find her."

This batch of ingredients were not expensive, but if the new wine was not sold, their winery's losses would be great. She could not sit idly and watch them suffer as they entered the bankrupt winery.

Tabolte was aware of the current situation and could only nod. She didn't urge Zuo Zixian to return to the hospital and instead wholeheartedly invested himself in finding a solution to the problem.

Zuo Zixian had called for nearly half an hour, and finally got through. He heard the voice of Song Yunzhi's assistant, "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"Hello, I'm the manager of the Dix winery in cooperation with your company. My surname is Zuo and I have something important to discuss with your General Manager Song."

"Hello, Miss Zuo. Our general manager is in a meeting and cannot answer the call for the time being. I will record your call and tell her after the meeting."

Zuo Zixian heard Song Yunzhi's formal and sweet response, and he was so anxious that he was about to smoke, "May I ask when your general manager will be able to hold his meeting?"

"For now, I don't know."

Zuo Zixian had no choice but to beg her to help her tell Song Yunzhi.

After hanging up, Zuo Zixian sat down at his desk, his brows furrowed and his lips tightly pursed.

Right now, there were only two things she could be sure of. The first was that if she didn't solve the problem of the raw materials, even if she sold the house and bought new ones, the new ones wouldn't be released in time. Second, if the problem of funds is not resolved at present, the winery will certainly go bankrupt.

And these two results were not something she could endure.