The Runaway Wife of the Killer President

Chapter 4

The president's office on the 38th floor of Xiao Group.


Xiao Jifan was typing on the computer keyboard seriously, the corners of his lips were pursed lightly, his expression was indifferent, adding a kind of charm to his already handsome face.


As the president of Xiao's, he is a leader with super leadership ability.It has been less than five years since he took over the company, but he has been able to manage the company in an orderly manner.


Miss Secretary walked in, looked at this handsome man but did not forget to get down to business: "President, the president of Xie Group wants to see you, please..."


"Let him come up." Xiao Jifan interrupted her, without looking up, let alone looking at the beautiful secretary.


"Okay." Helplessly, the secretary could only leave the door with a lot of sadness in her hands.


After a while, with a burst of laughter, Xie Yunzhe's perfect figure appeared in front of Xiao Jifan, he jumped lightly, sat on Xiao Jifan's desk, and said with a smile: "Mr. Easy!"


Xiao Jifan glanced at her, and said sarcastically, "Newlywed Yaner, why are you here with my wife when you're not at home?"


Xie Yunzhe laughed loudly, and said: "My mother has always missed you. She didn't come yesterday, but she asked all day long. She asked me to come to invite you in person early in the morning, and come back to my house for dinner in the evening. .”


"So I can't do it if I don't go?" Facing his good mood, Xiao Jifan was as indifferent as ever.


"Of course." Xie Yunzhe said, shaking his head and sighing softly, "I've never seen anyone who is as handsome as you when he's a president. He's on business trips every three days. I think it's probably just for fun, right?"


"If you can't see it, you can learn from me." Xiao Jifan turned off the computer, pulled the suit jacket from the back of the chair and put it on.


The two walked towards the door together.


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After being bored in the room for a whole day, Lin Zihan finally couldn't stay still anymore, and was going to take a walk in the garden.She really didn't dare to imagine how long this kind of life would last.


Unfortunately, she ran into Mrs. Xie who was meticulously pruning flower branches in the garden. For some reason, she was always very afraid of seeing Mrs. Xie.At present, it is impossible to go back, so I can only say hello: "Mom."


This cry made her really uncomfortable, but she couldn't help it.


Mrs. Xie was so sweet when she heard it, she put down the scissors and walked over. After cleaning her hands in the basin, she pulled her to sit on the plastic chair, and said with concern: "Zi Han, are you still used to it here?"


Not used to it!Super unaccustomed!She cried out from the bottom of her heart.But in his mouth he said obediently: "Very good."


"Just get used to it." Mrs. Xie said with a smile.


At this time, the maid served tea, put it on the plastic table and retreated.Mrs. Xie took a piece and put it in her hand, and said gently: "Come on, try these peanut crisps, they are freshly made."


Lin Zihan only took one look at the greasy peanut crisps, and his stomach was overwhelmed, straight to his throat.She got up quickly, retching while hugging the trash can in the garden.


Mrs. Xie was terrified, hurriedly followed, and said eagerly: "Zi Han, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"


Slightly relieved, Lin Zihan wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue and shook her head: "I'm fine." She didn't know what was wrong with her, and she suddenly started to vomit.


Seeing her like this, Mrs. Xie hurriedly called a maid to call for a doctor, while she helped Lin Zihan back to the chair.Lin Zihan couldn't stand her making a big fuss, and said with a smile: "Mom, I'm really fine."


"Anyway, the family lives in the backyard, so it's easy to come here." While speaking, the old Chinese doctor who had stayed in Xie's family for decades came over.


"Look at what's wrong with Young Mistress's body." Mrs. Xie made room for the old Chinese doctor to sit down and ask for her pulse.Are there still people who see a doctor and ask for their pulse these days?Lin Zihan stretched out his hand reluctantly.


The old Chinese doctor put his fingertips on her pulse, closed his eyes slightly, opened them half a minute later, and looked at Lin Zihan erratically.






(End of this chapter)