divorce?Think beautifully!

"I……"

Lin Xiaolu opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, and nodded, "Well, I think Xiao Fang's general plan is also good. After all, there is no more suitable plan at present, so it's okay to try."

Fang Yan looked at her coldly for a long while, and the look in his eyes dimmed a little bit. Just when Lin Xiaolu was at a loss because of this stare, Fang Yan turned his head and stopped looking at her, as if extremely disappointed, "Okay, I knew."

Lin Xiaolu bit her lip, struggled a bit in her heart, lowered her head, looking a little disappointed, "Mr. Fang still needs to pay more attention to his body on weekdays. It's okay to let go of work."

The man closed his eyes, his back slumped, and he leaned back in the chair, with one arm stretched across, stuck between his stomach and abdomen, his brows were furrowed, with impatience floating on his face.

"This is not something you should care about." He was obviously extremely tired, and his tone changed, "Get out!"

Lin Xiaolu turned around and left.

Fang Yan chased everyone away, and stayed in the empty conference room by himself, closed his eyes for a while, and felt his heart palpitations were a little better, so he saved his eyes and sat up with the armrests.

Somewhat cold.

He was the only one in the huge conference room, and although the air conditioner was fully turned on, it was inevitable that it would still be cold.

Some people... are not greedy enough, want more than one thing at a time, and never look back to see if they can eat it.

Fang's... It's not as smooth sailing as he saw in front of him, let alone relying on his own imagination. Fang Yan has a severe headache, maybe he has a cold, and his stomach is rolling and cramping. After a while, not only did the trend not slow down, but it intensified.

hiss……

The man propped himself up, a little dizzy, and his vision in front of him was very blurred. He was very aware that he was not in a good condition, and he was short of breath. He propped up the table with one hand, and groped for the phone with the other, intending to call someone.

But after touching it twice, he couldn't find the correct position of the phone. Fang Yan was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up. Suddenly, an arm stretched out from nowhere, supporting his body firmly.

"Slow down and sit down."

A familiar voice rang in his ears, Fang Yan was a little dazed, and couldn't remember who it was for a while.

The back of his heart was massaged skillfully, and the chair he often sat on was also unfolded, and his whole body was properly placed, half lying and half leaning on the chair, and his body was covered with warmth.

Still feeling nauseated in his stomach, Fang Yan suddenly struggled to sit up, leaned on one side of the armrest, and opened his mouth to vomit.

"Slow down, it doesn't matter, spit it out if you want to spit it out."

The visitor was extraordinarily patient, kowtowed on his back little by little until he recovered.

He didn't eat, so naturally he couldn't vomit anything, but after all this tossing, his whole body was stimulated to become sober, and when he tilted his head slightly, he met a plate with an enlarged face.

The owner of the big face blinked, with a concerned look on his face. After being looked at like this, he felt a little dazed, touched his forehead and cheeks, and was very puzzled: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like this? "

"How did you come?"

Fang Yan was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes, he didn't have the strength to deal with this guy, his voice was hoarse, "Don't you want to go back to catch up on sleep?"