(Cat flutter Chinese) ( ) Huo Qingcang walked in front, his steps were very big, Lan Yifeng was tightly pulled by him, and only by trotting could he keep up with his pace.

He thought he would pull her into a private room to continue the unfinished business, however, he took her into the elevator, and finally the bodyguard who entered the elevator pressed the -1 button and went straight to the parking lot.

"Mr. Huo, I haven't gotten off work yet, and I can't ...... it yet"

"Shut up."

His voice was so cold that it seemed to come from hell, and she really didn't dare to speak again.

The new silver Porsche, which has stopped at the elevator door, is particularly eye-catching.

The bodyguard guarding the side of the car opened the back door for them, Huo Qingcang pushed Lan Yifeng in, and then sat in.

Two or two black BMWs opened the road first, the Porsche started slowly, and no one spoke in the spacious space, and the strange silence made the atmosphere in the car extremely depressing.

Huo Qingcang pinched Lan Yifeng's chin, and was about to have a seizure, but found that something was wrong with her.

The light in the private room was dim just now, and he didn't notice it, but at this time, under the bright headlights, he saw a red five-finger print, which was dazzlingly imprinted on her fair and tender face.

The hand pinching her chin couldn't help but tighten, Lan Yifeng frowned in pain, and he relaxed his strength slightly.

In addition to the five finger prints, her smooth forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, her face was sickly red, and her lips were a little chapped.

He reached for her forehead, but she tried to dodge but fell into the clutches.

It's hot!

Huo Qingcang stared at her coldly, Lan Yifeng felt the anger he was desperately suppressing, and he didn't dare to move when he was afraid, his eyes glanced to the side and didn't dare to look at him.

The next moment, she was pushed out with a bang, and slammed into the car door behind her.

Lan Yifeng didn't dare to make a sound, secretly rubbed his sore arm, and glanced at him with slanted eyes.

At this time, he leaned back against the car seat, his eyes were closed, and although his expression was gloomy, he still faintly revealed a trace of exhaustion.

Lan Yifeng took a deep breath, Mom, his face is really ugly enough, be smarter, it's better to mess with him less.

And Huo Qingcang's personal assistant Liang Beixi was sitting in the passenger seat, secretly looking at the two through the rearview mirror.

What the president did today was really abnormal.

First, as soon as he heard that Lan Yifeng was sick at work, he rushed to Somnus and became her first guest.

Again, the recurrence of headaches obviously tortured him half to death, he was a little better, and instead of resting, he even looked for her everywhere.

Why on earth did the president make this strange series of reactions?

The two of them have only met a few times, so they are still strangers, right?

Could it be that the president is in love with her? Cat flutter Chinese