gossip wife

Chapter 643

"It's okay. I won't do any more. I'm afraid I won't be able to move in a few years. Xiaoying is still a young girl. How can she know how to cook this kind of traditional Chinese medicine?" Aunt Fang smiled, and turned her eyes to see Xiaoying sitting not far away. The boy practicing calligraphy behind the desk, the smile on his face widened: "Young master is so diligent? Are you practicing calligraphy?"

"Grandma Fang." Sheng Rui stopped writing, and greeted softly with black and white eyes.

Aunt Fang felt soft in her heart. This child became more and more likable the more he looked at him. He was also good-natured, quiet, just like Mr., unassuming, not like his mother...

Seeing that Mr. took a sip of the decoction, someone knocked on the door of the study again. A fat man in his early thirties appeared at the door. Aunt Fang recognized him. His name was Zhang Wenxing, and he would come to see Mr. after a few days. Guess this guy was out running errands for Mr.

The man sitting next to the large solid wood desk looked up at the door, beckoning Zhang Wenxing to come in, and then looked at Aunt Fang, coughing perhaps, with a hoarse voice: "Aunt Fang, take the young master out first."

Aunt Fang knew that the husband had something to talk about, so she coaxed the young master to go out and closed the door of the study.

The study room is relatively dark, and there was only a little light in the place where the young master was sitting just now. The man behind the big desk was hidden in the darkness, only a pair of slender eyes were shining through. Every time Zhang Wenxing looked into these eyes, he couldn't help but He thumped.

The man in front of him is the invisible rich old man ticket that everyone in C city fears.

The old man ticket is not an old man. This title is a kind of ridicule, which means that he has a lot of notes in his hand, an invisible rich man, and his worth is immeasurable. Otherwise, there would be no such title as a stock god.

In Zhang Wenxing's eyes, the old man Piao is very thin, with a thin face, but his face is clean, he really looks like a good gentleman, his age is at most forty, and he is still young.

Every time we meet is in the study, he sits there, there is no intimidating spirit, only a kind of chilling coldness, the man hidden in the darkness is like a ghost, ready to kill someone.

The old man put the medicine bowl beside the desk, and slowly raised his eyes to Zhang Wenxing who was standing opposite him: "What's going on?"

Zhang Wenxing lowered his eyes and began to report to him the changes in the past few days, the stock market, finance, business and political circles, all of which were extremely private news.

The old man Piao, who was sitting in an old-fashioned mahogany chair, closed his eyes and tapped leisurely with his hands hanging on his lap, listening to Zhang Wenxing's report.

After all this was reported, Zhang Wenxing said with a little hesitation: "And my wife went to France this time... and brought a patient there, saying that she is going to have an operation."

The man sitting in the wooden chair didn't open his eyes, the news didn't alarm him, his fingers were still tapping, and he said in a faint tone, "Let her go."

Don't think that he lives in seclusion here and doesn't care about world affairs. He knows almost all the big and small events that happened in the whole city of C, let alone what his own woman is doing.

It's just that he said that the hospital is for her, and she can do whatever she likes, and even if something happens in the end, he will help her settle it. Naturally, he has his reasons for pampering her so much.

Zhang Wenxing paused for a moment, then said hesitantly: "But... the patient brought by Madam is the sweetheart of the young master Quan's family in Jiangcheng. Madam's behavior this time is a bit strange." She has never taken any patient abroad for surgery. To do experiments, those patients who line up to sign up are the best experimental products.

(End of this chapter)