Are you sure you want to divorce me?

Since Han Yufeng received treatment from Mr. Qian, his health has been getting better and better, and even the symptoms of anemia have been relieved a lot.Not only does he not feel dizzy when he wakes up, but he can even cook a sumptuous meal himself when he is happy.

You know, he hasn't stepped into the kitchen for a long time.Because in the past, he would vomit when he smelled meat, and over time, as long as Wen Wenyao saw him a few meters away from the kitchen, he would come over and drive him to sit on the sofa.

So he actually never had a chance to show his skills.Today, I finally caught a chance for Wen Wenyao to go out to negotiate on behalf of the company, and planned to surprise him.

He got up early in the morning to work, and by noon, he had cooked more than a dozen special dishes, and now he was waiting for Wen Wenyao to come back.After standing in the kitchen for a long time, he felt that his waist was sore and his head was a little dizzy. He probably was still not suitable for this kind of "manual work", but compared with before, he was already very good.

Han Yufeng looked at the bowls and plates on the table, and felt that he had finally regained the feeling of the past, but he didn't know if his craftsmanship had deteriorated.It is said that "to grasp a person's heart is to grasp a person's stomach", but it seems that he has never had the opportunity to show his talent to Wen Wenyao.

Except for the last time I barely cooked a few dishes and was rushed to rest.

But speaking of it, it is already 12:30, so where is Wen Wenyao?Why haven't you come back yet?Not a single call came in either.

If Wen Wenyao wanted to accompany someone for dinner, he would at least call back, but this morning, he didn't have a single call.

This abnormal situation made him a little worried.He knew that Wen Wenyao would not do this for no reason, unless he was held back by something.

So what's the matter?

Should he call and ask?Maybe it's not over yet.This kind of situation also existed. When Han Yufeng personally negotiated in the past, the two sides could go from 05:30 am to [-]:[-] pm, which was a new record in the history of negotiations.

But that time the price was heavy. After Han Yufeng got off the negotiating table, he fainted and was carried to the hospital. He was hanged for several days before recovering.

Thinking of this, Han Yufeng couldn't help but feel tense, thinking that Wen Wenyao must not repeat his mistakes.

So he directly picked up his cell phone and made a call. As a result, Wen Wenyao's cell phone was turned off, and no one answered the calls to the office, and no one answered the calls to his assistant.

In the end, Han Yufeng called the front desk directly, and the answer he got was that Mr. Wen didn't come back after going out all morning.

Sure enough, the negotiations are not over yet.

But this little bastard clearly agreed that the mobile phone should be kept unblocked at all times, but he turned his head and turned it off.When he comes back, see how you deal with him.

"Where are you President Wen going to negotiate today? The location."

"Excuse me, may I ask who you are?"

"He loves."

After Han Yufeng said these three words indifferently, he heard a short exclamation from the phone, and could vaguely hear the girl at the front desk talking to others, saying "chagang", "so loving ".

"You, are you Director Han?" The attitude of the girl at the front desk immediately underwent a 360-degree change.

"Ah."

"Well, I would like to ask you, Mr. Wen didn't tell you, where did he go to negotiate?"

"...No." The negotiation location should have been decided very late last night. At that time, I was already asleep, and I didn't see anyone else early in the morning, so I really didn't know.

"No."

"what……"

He heard another scream.

"It's like this! Mr. Wen is negotiating in the conference room on the seventh floor of Baixiang. There is a rule that mobile phones are not allowed, so..."

"Are the negotiations over?"

"what?"

"Should I also go to the sixth floor to give someone a massage? The other party is Mr. Tang, right?"

"Huh? Tang, Mr. Tang suffered a broken bone last night, so he can't come today. So it was his wife who negotiated on his behalf."

"Ma'am? Who else?"

"No, no more..." When the girl at the front desk was talking to Han Yufeng, she kept holding her breath, as if she was afraid that if she said something wrong, it would arouse his criticism.

"..." What she didn't know was that at this moment, Han Yufeng was holding the phone with his hand, and he was very angry.

Can you still talk with a woman for so long, turn off your phone while talking, and don't want to eat, so forget yourself?He has now selectively ignored another piece of information, which is Baixiang's conference room, where it is stipulated that mobile phones are not allowed.

Well, Director Han is angry again, and the consequences are very serious, although he firmly believes that he is not jealous, but because Mrs. Tang is notoriously difficult, and he is afraid that Wen Wenyao will suffer.

Don't say anything else, let's just say that Mr. Tang's fracture, whether he fell from the stairs or was beaten by his wife, really needs to be verified.This Mrs. Tang is a well-known tigress in the circle. She is unreasonable, difficult, and likes fresh meat.Wen Wenyao is entangled by her, and it is estimated that there will be no scum left in seconds.

At critical times, my husband still has to come to the rescue.

So Han Yufeng asked his aunt to pack some of the dishes on the table and put them into the lunch box.I have to deliver the meal myself.

"Sir... No way! When the young master went out, he told us to keep an eye on you. He said that you are fine if you mess around at home, but you can't go out. It's cold today, and the weather forecast said that the cold air is coming again."

"Go clean it up. If the young master wants to ask, I will tell him myself."

"But sir..."

"You listen to him, right? Then I'm going to fire you now, do you still listen to him?"

"I... this... sir... I'll clean up..." Hearing this, the aunt hurriedly took tools, poured in all the dishes on the table, and stacked them together.

"Sir, this is too much. If you want, I will take it with you."

"No, you stay at home. Call this number and ask some people to come over."

"well."

"Sir, the young master is really doing it for your own good. It's really cold outside today."

"Since this is the case, I will go to deliver food to him even more. Otherwise, wouldn't he be too pitiful? Don't worry, I have my own measure."

"Good! Good! Good! Sir, you need to wear more clothes, you are too thin now."

"En." Han Yufeng stood up from the sofa as he said, and was about to walk towards the stairs.But it may be that he was very tired just now. When he stood up, he suddenly felt dizzy, causing his body to shake, and he managed to sit back down again.

He quickly glanced at his aunt, seeing that she was loading dishes at the dining table with her back turned to him, so he was relieved.