Lin Xiangyuan looked at his expression and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to ask Miss Pei to come up and discuss it?"
He turned around and glared at Lin Xiangyuan so hard that Lin Xiangyuan shut up quickly.
He was in a bad mood and had nowhere to vent his anger. He stood up and walked a few steps in the office. Suddenly he stopped, waved his hand and threw away the crystal paperweight given by President Mo of Fengbao Bank last month.
Lin Xiangyuan was frightened for a while, so he came up to him without saying a word and handed him a pack of cigarettes. Seeing him holding the cigarette butt in a daze, he gave him a lighter.
"If it's okay, I'll go out first."
He put the cigarette into his mouth and took a deep breath. The cold breath penetrated into his lungs. He couldn't help but clench his fists and cough. As he coughed, he said, "Don't tell her."
"Know."
Before Lin Xiangyuan walked out of the door, he saw Xi Xiangdong coughing and coughing up blood. Lin Xiangyuan was shocked and rushed over to help him, but saw that deep in his palm, there was indeed a touch of red.
Xi Xiangdong himself was stunned, probably because he didn't believe that his body was so bad. He thought that it was at best mental depression caused by lack of sleep.
Lin Xiangyuan wanted to call an ambulance, but he said: "Don't make any noise."
Fu Tingfang had just walked out of here. If it were suddenly revealed that Mr. Chen was unwell, I'm afraid the company would be turned upside down immediately.
He waved his hand, and Lin Xiangyuan went to close the door, poured him a glass of water, and said, "Then I'll call a private doctor for you."
"I'm fine, I'll be fine after just taking a rest."
After Lin Xiangyuan left, he picked up those photos again, and the more he looked at them, the more angry he became. Who is it? Who is it? He hid it for so long, just to give him a fatal blow!
What should he do? The action was too big and has aroused Fu Tingfang's suspicion. But if Pei Xiao is not given a title as soon as possible, the publication of these photos will only be a devastating blow to her. Is it possible to just let the mermaid meat be taken out obediently?
Eighty million?
No... there must be another way! It was the first time that he felt so powerless. When he was a teenager, he had never lost such a big temper, but at this moment, the blood surged up and went straight to his throat.
He walked into the bathroom in the lounge, poured a handful of cold water on his face, and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling that his face looked hideous.
When Pei Xiao saw Lin Xiangyuan downstairs, he turned around and left. But he walked up to her in a few steps and took the lead to stop her, as if he was forcing himself to come.
Pei Xiao said: "I still have something to do and I'm going to meet the screenwriter later."
Lin Xiangyuan still didn't move. She planned to go around, and then he said, "Mr. Xi is vomiting blood."
Pei Xiao's steps were hanging in the air as he carried him out. It took him a long while to look back at him: "What did you say?"
"Mr. Xi won't make it public, but this matter did happen because of you, Miss Pei."
"Because of me?" Pei Xiao was even more surprised. Xi Xiangdong had too many secrets. He did many things without telling her, and she didn't dare to ask questions for fear that he would be angry or just keep a cold face and not answer. She got used to it over and over again.
, I only know that he is very busy, busy every day, and has no time to see her.
When Pei Xiao was stunned, Lin Xiangyuan had already put her into the elevator and pressed the forty floor button for her. She stopped talking and the elevator went up smoothly and soon stopped at the forty floor.
When anyone in the secretary's office saw her coming in, no one stopped her. Xi Xiangdong's office door was ajar. She pushed it open and saw him sleeping on his desk.
His table was made of marble. Pei Xiao was just worried that he would catch cold, so he found a blanket from the lounge inside and covered him with tiptoe. Then he gently pushed aside the strands of hair hanging down from his forehead and smoothed his wrinkled brows.
Lin looked at his expression from afar and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to invite Miss Pei to come up and discuss it?"
He turned around and glared at Lin Xiangyuan so hard that Lin Xiangyuan shut up quickly.
He was in a bad mood and had nowhere to vent his anger. He stood up and walked a few steps in the office. Suddenly he stopped, waved his hand and threw away the crystal paperweight given by President Mo of Fengbao Bank last month.
Lin Xiangyuan was frightened for a while, so he came up to him without saying a word and handed him a pack of cigarettes. Seeing him holding the cigarette butt in a daze, he gave him a lighter.
"If it's okay, I'll go out first."
He put the cigarette into his mouth and took a deep breath. The cold breath penetrated into his lungs. He couldn't help but clench his fists and cough. As he coughed, he said, "Don't tell her."
"Know."
Before Lin Xiangyuan walked out of the door, he saw Xi Xiangdong coughing and coughing up blood. Lin Xiangyuan was shocked and rushed over to help him, but saw that deep in his palm, there was indeed a touch of red.
Xi Xiangdong himself was stunned, probably because he didn't believe that his body was so bad. He thought that it was at best mental depression caused by lack of sleep.
Lin Xiangyuan wanted to call an ambulance, but he said: "Don't make any noise."
Fu Tingfang had just walked out of here. If it were suddenly revealed that Mr. Chen was unwell, I'm afraid the company would be turned upside down immediately.
He waved his hand, and Lin Xiangyuan went to close the door, poured him a glass of water, and said, "Then I'll call a private doctor for you."
"I'm fine, I'll be fine after just taking a rest."
After Lin Xiangyuan left, he picked up those photos again, and the more he looked at them, the more angry he became. Who is it? Who is it? He hid it for so long, just to give him a fatal blow!
What should he do? The action was too big and has aroused Fu Tingfang's suspicion. But if Pei Xiao is not given a title as soon as possible, the publication of these photos will only be a devastating blow to her. Is it possible to just let the mermaid meat be taken out obediently?
Eighty million?
No... there must be another way! It was the first time that he felt so powerless. When he was a teenager, he had never lost such a big temper, but at this moment, the blood surged up and went straight to his throat.
He walked into the bathroom in the lounge, poured a handful of cold water on his face, and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling that his face looked hideous.
When Pei Xiao saw Lin Xiangyuan downstairs, he turned around and left. But he walked up to her in a few steps and took the lead to stop her, as if he was forcing himself to come.
Pei Xiao said: "I still have something to do and I'm going to meet the screenwriter later."
Lin Xiangyuan still didn't move. She planned to go around, and then he said, "Mr. Xi is vomiting blood."
Pei Xiao's steps were hanging in the air as he carried him out. It took him a long while to look back at him: "What did you say?"
"Mr. Xi won't make it public, but this matter did happen because of you, Miss Pei."
"Because of me?" Pei Xiao was even more surprised. Xi Xiangdong had too many secrets. He did many things without telling her, and she didn't dare to ask questions for fear that he would be angry or just keep a cold face and not answer. She got used to it over and over again.
, I only know that he is very busy, busy every day, and has no time to see her.
When Pei Xiao was stunned, Lin Xiangyuan had already put her into the elevator and pressed the forty floor button for her. She stopped talking and the elevator went up smoothly and soon stopped at the forty floor.
When anyone in the secretary's office saw her coming in, no one stopped her. Xi Xiangdong's office door was ajar. She pushed it open and saw him sleeping on his desk.
His table was made of marble. Pei Xiao was just worried that he would catch cold, so he found a blanket from the lounge inside and covered him with tiptoe. Then he gently pushed aside the strands of hair hanging down from his forehead and smoothed his wrinkled brows.