Xia Xiwan pushed open the door of the office and looked up. Inside the office were several foreign medical professors, all top figures in the Department of Neurology. They were arguing fiercely with Lu Hanting's medical records.
His face turned red, and he finally shook his head.
Xia Xiwan's eyes fell on the window. Now that the window was open, there was a tall and steady body standing there, smoking.
The quarrels of these people did not affect him. His fingertips were stained with cigarettes. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned sideways, and his narrow eyes as deep as ink looked over and fell on her.
Two seconds later, he walked to the desk. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he bent slightly and stubbed out half the cigarette on his fingertips in the ashtray. When he bent over, the brooch tassel on his business vest rippled in the air.
A magnificent arc.
Xia Xiwan had already seen Lu Sijue in financial magazines, but now that she saw him in person, she still felt palpitations. This legendary man who had amazed a business era was more elegant and noble than she had imagined. She had also seen him in the current imperial capital.
The eldest young masters, Lu Hanting, Lu Zixian, Xu Shaonan... are all influential figures, but there is always something missing compared to the elder Lu Sijue.
Xia Xiwan knew that what they lacked was the purest aristocratic aura of Lu Sijue, and the imperial aura of a man who had been immersed in shopping malls for decades and was in a high position.
The look he gave just now was flat and contained no emotion, but Xia Xiwan felt that he seemed to have seen the depths of her soul and had seen through her.
At this time, there was a knock on the door. Song Ming stood by the door and looked at the foreign professors. He exchanged a few words with them in fluent English, and then the foreign professors left.
Song Ming glanced at Lu Sijue inside again, with a very respectful look, and then closed the door.
Xia Xiwan only interacted with Song Ming, but the first impression Song Ming gave her was that he was shrewd, arrogant, and very talented. However, Song Ming looked at Lu Sijue with very respectful eyes, and he also showed great loyalty and admiration for his boss.
, what can make subordinates so determined must be the personal charm of the boss Lu Sijue.
There were only two people left in the office. Lu Sijue sat on the office chair, pointed at the chair opposite, and said, "Ms. Xia, please sit down."
His deep voice is like a collector's edition of French red wine, very magnetic and beautiful.
It was obviously a very ordinary tone, but it somehow conveyed a deep majesty that made people surrender.
Xia Xiwan walked over and sat opposite.
Lu Sijue raised his eyes and looked over. His expression was always very calm, showing no emotion or anger. "I apologize for inviting Miss Xia over, but we need to talk about Ating."
Xia Xiwan looked at him with bright eyes, without any stage fright, "What does Uncle Lu want to talk about?"
Lu Sijue took out an envelope and pushed it to her.
Xia Xiwan opened the envelope, which was full of photos.
She picked up a photo. This photo was of her blindness after leaving the hospital. She was standing on the street and called him, hoping that he would pick her up.
At that time, he was cold and indifferent on the phone and couldn't explain it. She felt him when she was crossing the road, stretched out her hand to him and asked, Mr. Lu, is that you?
Xia Xiwan looked at this photo. The whole sea city was brightly lit with neon lights. She and he were standing in the middle of the road. She stretched out her hand to him. He looked at her painfully and tenderly. This scene was frozen in the photo, a city.