After the divorce, the sweet wife became a big boss

Chapter 388 Was it intentional or not.

Zhang Qiang hugged the big bowl of black and green porridge with the desire to cry but no tears, only endless remorse remained in his heart.

At night, Linghui Building.

Gu Ling frowned, looking at the genuine vegetable porridge in front of him that didn't even have a single vegetable.

"No side dishes?" Gu Ling couldn't help asking, wanting to confirm again.

Special Assistant Jin immediately rummaged through the thermal bag with his hands and feet. After several times, he shook his head, "Boss, no."

Gu Ling glanced at the empty gate suspiciously, the displeasure on his face was very obvious.

Special Assistant Jin immediately understood Gu Ling's inquisitive look, and said timidly, "Boss, my wife didn't come, the porridge was delivered by someone, and it was only placed at the front desk of the building, and I went down to get it."

The good mood dissipated immediately, Gu Ling's expression darkened, and he gave a hum to indicate that Special Assistant Jin could leave.

The white porridge in front of him exuded the fragrance of rice, but Gu Ling felt that it was far less delicious than the porridge eaten at the roadside stall that day.

Before putting on the doorknob, Special Assistant Jin turned his head tremblingly as if remembering something, "b, the boss just said that the hotel is closed for a few days, if our company has guests, please arrange it first .”

Gu Ling's face was so frightening that Special Assistant Jin was so frightened that he forgot what the PR department told him, "The person who called seemed to have a bad tone, and the background sounds seemed to be in a hospital."

After taking a hasty sip of the porridge, he put it aside. Gu Ling habitually took a cigarette from the drawer and walked to the French window.

There is no low-key black car at the entrance of the coffee shop opposite downstairs.

Unknowingly, I stood for more than half an hour without taking a puff of the cigarette in my hand, which had already been burned out.

Finally, I couldn't bear to call that person, secretly found an excuse in my heart, and promised to send white porridge, why was it so perfunctory, and only took delivery.

The phone rang for several seconds before it was picked up. Before he could speak, the person on the other end of the phone hurriedly yelled into the phone, "I don't care who you are. I'm not free right now. I have something to do tomorrow."

After speaking, there was a beeping sound, Gu Ling frowned and looked at the phone thoughtfully.

Did he just hear the sound of an ambulance on the other end of the phone?

I didn't give up and called again, but no one answered the phone, and I called the hotel, but no one answered.

In desperation, he had no choice but to call Cao Xin. Fortunately, this time, he finally found the right person who understood the situation.

Cao Xin's voice from behind was the same as Lin Zi's, but her voice seemed much calmer, "It's okay, it's just that your wife made a porridge for everyone to drink, the consequences~ you understand."

Gu Ling asked in disbelief, "Did everyone in the hotel drink?"

Cao Xin sighed leisurely, "That's not the case, anyway, the aunts from the hotel manager to the sanitation are all in the hospital tonight, and of course there are a few guests who passed by the lobby at that time." Cao Xin seemed to have someone passing by, After a pause, he continued: "Oh, then you will have to pay for the rice in the kitchen for three months. I heard that it was a waste of time and money to help you try the porridge. You can't just sit back and enjoy the benefits, right?"

Gu Ling sighed, "Which hospital, do you want me to transfer someone from another hospital?"

"It's been tuned."

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Gu Ling hid his face with a headache, but he couldn't help but feel a vicious little joy in his heart, wanting to cook porridge for him with great fanfare?

He was not in a hurry to go to the hospital, and first told the company's public relations team to handle the matter.

The word-of-mouth of a hotel is the most important. Once the news of the hotel's bad stomach is spread, then the hotel will not have to do it at all.

After hanging up the phone, he greeted the media companies that Lin Zi had acquired before, and then fished the suit jacket from the chair.

Special Assistant Jin sat at the work station, watched Gu Ling come out of the office in a hurry, asked to ask, and was told to tell Xiao Liu to go downstairs to the hospital together.

"Go to the hospital again, boss, are you feeling unwell again?"

Special Assistant Jin just asked casually, but didn't really want Gu Ling to answer.

Unexpectedly, while looking at the floor displayed on the elevator screen, Gu Ling said, "No, Lin Zi is in the hospital."

"Ah—" Special Assistant Jin was stunned for a moment, "Why is your wife in the hospital?"

"I heard that it was to try porridge for me, so the hotel staff were injured on duty."

When Special Assistant Jin heard this, he almost choked on his own saliva.

In his eyes, Lin Zi's culinary skills were astonishing, and the level of fright was evident from the fact that Gu Ling almost crawled out of the bathroom last time.

He could even imagine the scene of mourning in the hotel, no wonder the public relations department was told to work overtime tonight.

Extenuating circumstances, extenuating circumstances.

However, Special Assistant Jin secretly glanced at Gu Ling.

The expression is relaxed and joyful, and the footsteps are also very brisk, not at all the expression that a distressed person should have.

There is a faint hint of joy between the brows, what's going on.

When Gu Ling arrived, Lin Zi was holding his head and waiting at the door of the hanging water room.

Everyone has obviously been settled, and each of them has a high-end ward, and professional nurses are specially hired to take care of them.

A few less serious ones were placed by the doctor in the hall where the water was hung.

"Are you okay?" Gu Ling squatted down, looked at Lin Zi and asked.

"Yes," Lin Zi said in a low tone, pointing to the location of the ward, "The chef and Zhang Qiang are a little bit serious, and they are lying in the ward."

Gu Ling took a look, and accompanied Lin Zi to the doctor's ward, where he was scolded as a matter of course.

Gu Ling was just scolding, because as soon as he entered the door of the ward, Gu Ling was the first to say that it was his own fault that allowed so many people to enter the hospital.

Special Assistant Jin stared blankly. His cold and ruthless boss was pointed at his nose and scolded for more than half an hour.

"It's not that I'm talking about you, it's fine if you went to the hospital every three days because of your work, but I said it once last time, I won't come when I'm done, are you sending all the employees of the hotel here now? Was it on purpose?"

The doctor sat angrily, speculating illogically and seemed reasonable, Lin Zi rubbed her aching temple.

She felt that today's unbelievable things made her depressed. After the previous few times, she naturally knew her craft, but today the chef said that with his guidance, she would definitely be able to get rid of her shame.

As a result, as it is now, all people living in hotels are the result.

It would be a lie to say that I am not depressed. I have worked very hard, but no matter how hard I work on cooking, I can always mess it up.

Obviously she drank it herself, and nothing happened. While blaming herself, she couldn't help wondering whether these people's stomachs were too delicate, so they couldn't digest even a little vegetable porridge.

But looking at Zhang Qiang with a pale face on the hospital bed, the question between his lips and teeth was not really asked.

(End of this chapter)