The president has nothing left for me

Chapter 112

Wei Huo was taken aback for a moment, and then pulled away the corner of his injured lips, "Brother, what can I lie to you, and I won't get any benefits, we really are eating out."

"I'm just reminding you, eat slowly, and don't always turn off Jiang Xin's phone!"

After speaking, Jiang Yi hung up the phone.

Wei Huo sighed with relief, put the phone on his chest, and stared at the dark space with empty eyes.

Huo Yuan clearly said he was going to kill him, why did he let him go now?

Could it be that Jiang Xin did something again?

He was also tired, and his whole body was seriously injured. He didn't even have the strength to break free from the sack, so he just curled up in the sack and fell asleep.

He was also optimistically thinking, at least it is better than the park, and there are no mosquitoes.

And the other side.

Jiang Xin's high fever persisted, and she had several nightmares, every time she dreamed that Huo Yuan threw Wei Huo off the balcony.

In a daze, she felt a hand on her forehead, and someone was feeding her medicine.

There was a voice in my ear, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally woke up. There was indeed someone talking next to her, and it was Huo Yuan who was on the phone.

She rolled her eyes and looked towards the source of the sound.

Huo Yuan turned his back to her, holding a mobile phone in his hand. He was wearing a gray vest with a perfect waistline, and his legs were all under the vest.

"Send the information to my email, and the meeting time is tentative."

"Ah."

When he was dealing with work matters, his expression returned to his usual indifference.

"Don't bother me with such trivial matters, hang up!"

Huo Yuan hung up the phone resolutely, turned around and saw Jiang Xin staring at him, Huo Yuan went to the bed and sat down, then naturally reached out and touched her forehead.

The fever subsided, but it was still hot.

"How's the injury?" He broke Jiang Xin's jaw and looked at the wound on her neck, there was no bleeding.

Jiang Xin pursed her lips, and her chapped lips were split open again, and the blood dripped into her lips, and she tasted the salty taste.

Seeing that she was silent, Huo Yuan picked up the medicine from the side and divided it between his palms, "Get up and take the medicine."

Jiang Xin sat up on the bed, took the medicine in his hand, put it in his mouth, and drank it with water.

"How many days have I slept?" Jiang Xin asked hoarsely.

"Two days."

Jiang Xin's pale lips trembled, two days later, that Wei Huo...

Huo Yuan seemed to see what was going on in her heart, "He's not dead."

Jiang Xin secretly breathed a sigh of relief again, but then thought that she hadn't been home for two days, and Jiang Yi didn't know how to explain it.

Huo Yuan circled his hands and stared at Jiang Xin leisurely, as if he was specially waiting for her to say to leave, so that he would have another reason to punish her.

So Jiang Xin didn't speak, she silently put the water glass on the table.

Huo Yuan's cell phone rang, he looked away and focused on the cell phone.

After reading it, he turned his attention to Jiang Xin again, "How did you and Wei Huo know each other?"

"I met him once during the last ward round. Later, Jiang Yi invited him to our house as a guest. He and my brother are friends... and we met."

She didn't dare to say that Wei Huo lived in her house.

But she didn't say it, it doesn't mean that Huo Yuan doesn't know, "He lives in your house."

Jiang Xin clenched her fingers suddenly, bowed her head and acquiesced.

"Let him move out of your house, or, I'll move your house out."

He gave her multiple-choice questions again, and each option accurately put her in a dilemma, or in other words, he didn't give her a choice to retreat at all.

To move her house away is obviously not a real move, but a literal move is a verb.

"I see."

"what do you know?"