C45

Slight Chill was completely ill.

It had rained all day on Sunday, and she had been blowing on the balcony all day.

When it was time for dinner, his head felt heavy and his appetite was poor.

"Is he sick?" You look so awful? " Fu Qing was worried.

"I didn't sleep well. Dad, don't worry."

"You didn't answer your grandpa's call this afternoon. He could call your aunt if he asked when you and Su Bai would be coming over. Call your grandpa after dinner."

"Alright." Feeling conflicted, he forced himself to eat a few mouthfuls before going upstairs.

Lying on the bed, without any strength in his body, he felt cold, but his eyelids were burning hot. He didn't feel comfortable under the blanket, but he still felt uncomfortable.

She couldn't call her grandfather back. She had pissed Huo Subai off, and now that the marriage was over, she couldn't tell her family. They were worried that her grandfather no longer needed to go.

When his illness recovers, he will go over and explain.

Her eyelids were heavy and her head was a mess. She closed her eyes but could not fall asleep.

Huo Subai had already made up her mind. Now that things had reached this stage, it was already a foregone conclusion, she was already incapable of pulling herself away from him, even if she was unwilling to marry. At this point of time, Huo Subai had other methods to force her to submit.

She did owe him a lot, so she had to pay him back. If he wanted to drag it out and escape, her father would find out. If he had to do this sooner or later, then she would die early and reincarnate, so she would look for him tomorrow!

He felt a headache and a pain, but he wasn't that conflicted.

Compared to dealing with the dignified, hypocritical Huo Subai. It would be easier to make her pay for both the goods, the cold and heartless Huo Subai. There was no need to be distracted, so he naturally wasn't that tired.

Mi Xia entered her room and touched her forehead, "You have a fever."

"Don't shout, my dad can hear you."

"Then, I'll get the medicine for you. I won't let uncle see it."

"Alright."

Body temperature, 39 degrees.

"I'll go with you to the hospital. The temperature is too high."

"My foundation is always good. I'll be fine after taking some medicine. You should go to bed early and get up early to go to work tomorrow."

"No, I'll sleep with you tonight." He couldn't stop worrying for her. She had already been burnt to this state.

"Xia Xia, believe me, it's not good if you wake up tomorrow morning, I promise I'll go to the hospital."

"Slight Chill ?"

"Really." Slight Chill comforted her, forcing out a smile that was uglier than a cry.

Mi Xia left and rubbed his burning hot eyelids. He found his phone and dialed a number.

The phone picked up, and he said in a low voice, "Hello."

"Little uncle ?" It was very difficult.

"..."

Monday, 20 July.

The investment genius Xiao Mo, who had been quiet for three years, returned to the business world. He was indeed the new CEO of Nanyuan.

"Xiao Mo, I heard you are very handsome."

"Mi Xia, don't you have Qingcheng University? Didn't Xiao Mo teach in your school before?

Mi Xia stared at the newspaper, and finally regained his senses. "Right, very handsome."

"He's really handsome. Look at this picture." His colleague went online to look for a photo.

He was wearing a suit that fit nicely, accentuating the line of his shoulders, thin but still strong. His dark eyes were deep and unfathomable.

However, from head to toe, he exuded a gentle and gentle aura, and even his eyes did not display the domineering aura that a king should have. He was gentle and refined, yet he was killing and deciding in the investment world ?

In 2001, Xiao Mo, a 22-year-old Chinese youngster, shocked Wall Street by investing in a new network. After investing in several projects, he created brilliant results that satisfied investors and were admired by the market.

In the eyes of Wall Street analysts, Xiao Mo was the god of victory in the eyes of the investing public.

"..."

Huo Subai threw the newspaper down and thought: "It's his way of doing things."

"Mr. Xiao officially enters his post in August."

When he came, he knew that his last extravagant hope of staying cool had been completely gone.

It was just that little thing with a big temper that gave him a headache just thinking about it.

"Call Mi Xia in."

Mi Xia was also unwilling to see Huo Subai. Standing in front of his desk, he lowered his head: "Mr. Huo!"

"What happened on Friday night?"

"Mr. Huo, I won't tell you anything else." She did not know whether she was right or wrong every time she reported to him. When she heard about his relationship with Miss Tong, she regretted it even more and felt that her mistake was outrageous.

"Sit."

With this word, Mi Xia froze for a moment, causing her to think of the first time she had met Huo Subai.

She beat Qiao Ming up and locked him up in the police station. At 10 o'clock at night, the female officer asked her to come out.

At this moment, the police station was very quiet. The entire yard was pitch black, with only one room in the office lit up. The third room on the east side of the third floor had a director's office.

She went in. On the sofa, a man she did not know was smoking a cigarette.

"You are?" This is a police station, there's nothing to be afraid of.

With a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, he gestured to the other sofa diagonally across from him. "I'm not used to talking to people like that," he said flatly.

Only used to looking down forever?

Mi Xia did not dare hesitate and sat down on the other side.

The two of them sat on both sides of different rooms. From Mi Xia's perspective, the stranger who sat on the sofa had a calm and lazy posture, and an unfathomable aura emanated from his entire body, making him look especially hard and cold.

"Do you know what the penal code says to cause minor injuries?" His voice was very cold.

"No, I don't know."

"There's only one grandma under three years of imprisonment, criminal detention, or public surveillance. She's already so old, what do I do with her?"

Mi Xia was afraid. Who was he, how did he offend such a person, was he trying to sneak into her?

"The person in question doesn't pursue the matter of beating someone up, nor does he leave a criminal record. How about it?"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. What do you want?"

He seemed to have thought of something, and warmth filled his cold eyes. "He really was taught by a professor. His speech is almost the same."

"What?" Confusion.

"Fu Weiliang."

"It's not sneaking into her, ah. She exhaled, and her spirit tensed up. Even a slight chill wouldn't do." Who exactly are you? "

"Huo Subai."

"Oh, you are Huo Subai!" No wonder it looked so familiar. Looking at his hand, his fingers were long and beautiful to the point of perfection. He was constantly tapping the leather armrest, his movements slow and graceful.

"You know me?" He raised his eyebrows and looked over.

"You've always been Slight Chill's idol and target, she really admires you!"

He smiled, a very faint smile, the kind of smile that is really happy.

"You... "What do you mean?"

"Your problem is not small, and not small either. If you offend someone from the Bo Family, you will inevitably be punished. If I help you, you can tell me about her movements at any time."

"No way!" I can't sell out my friends.

"Something has happened to her family too. She would be on guard if I rashly stepped in to help her."

Mi Xia was startled, this was only slightly cold character, and was still a little doubtful: "Is it really helping?"

"Otherwise?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly. "If you want to say that I infiltrated her, that's fine too."

"She is your student!" A beast in clothes!

He suddenly became silent. After a long while, he said, "I've waited for her for many years."