"Well, then, I'll let the maid come over." Jiang Suliu said as he buttoned the brooch of the knitted sweater for her, and then put the pillow behind her and let her rely on the comfort, before getting up and leaving.

Looking at the figure of Jiang Suliu leaving, Feng Jin glanced at his injured right foot, and after a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

I saw a woman about 30 years old walk in, who looked like she was Asian and spoke fluent American English.

"Good morning, my miss. My name is Alicia, are you going to get up and wash up? ”

"Yes, I need to take a bath."

With Alicia's help, she finally chose to take a shower, and the water temperature was adjusted to 36 °C by Asilia, knowing that this was Jiang Suliu's instructions, Feng Jin didn't say anything. After bathing, Feng Jin finally felt refreshed. She lay down in the chaise longue and rested with her eyes closed and took a nap.

Seeing that she seemed to be asleep, Acelia who had come in did not disturb her, and covered her with a thin blanket as the gentleman had instructed, and then left gently.

After about half an hour, Feng Jin finally woke up. She rubbed her brow and tried to get up, but her foot was about to touch the carpet on the floor when she stopped.

She whispered, "Alicia." ”

Soon, Acelia walked in.

"The butler asked me to ask you, do you want to go down to dine with your husband?"

"Well, together."

Having breakfast with her father, Feng Jin wanted to ask about returning to China, but her father was the first to ask her: "What about Jiang Suliu?" ”

Feng Jin's hand holding the knife and fork paused, and then said: "He didn't sleep all night last night, and I let him rest at dawn." ”

"I don't interfere too much in your own private affairs, although Jiang Suliu is just a secretary, feelings are a matter of two people, don't let the company become your shackles."

Hearing his father's words, Feng Jin felt a little sad in his heart, but said with a smile on his face: "I know, don't worry, I won't repeat the mistakes of the past." ”

"It's good that you understand it yourself."

The conversation between father and daughter did not seem warm. Feng's father has always given orders and taught his daughter in a more forceful way, so that he doesn't know how to get along with his daughter. Feng Jin, on the other hand, has always been accustomed to his father's attitude and way of speaking, and listened carefully.

After breakfast, Feng Jin came to his father's study, only father and daughter.

"Xiao Jin, when Sheng'an was founded, I agreed with your mother that I would deposit a part of the company's profits in the Swiss Bank, and give it to you when you need it in the future." When Father Feng said this, there was a trace of sadness on his face, as if he was remembering something, but he quickly calmed down. He looked at Feng Jin, put his hand on a device to verify fingerprints, and then the lock was opened, and then Feng Father opened a drawer, took out an envelope from it and handed it to Feng Jin. "Now, you'll be left to yourself."

Feng Jin took the envelope and looked at his father.

"The Chu family began to want to unite with the Wang family against Sheng'an a few years ago, and at that time, you and the Chu family had a good relationship, and I don't want to affect you because of the affairs of our generation." Father Feng sighed, "It's just that I didn't expect that kid from the Chu family to be a good one, it's good that you can come out." If you go back to China, wait for the injury on your foot to heal before leaving, and now this situation is like this for ten days, so you can take care of your injuries. ”

"Dad, this kind of injury is nothing."

Hearing this, Feng's father raised his eyebrows: "What?" Should you accompany me, an old man? ”

"No, Dad, of course it's good to stay with you." Feng Jin hurriedly said.

"Well, then you can get out." Father Feng seemed very tired and waved at her, "I'm alone and quiet. ”

Feng Jin left the study, the wheelchair she was in was temporarily bought by the housekeeper to travel, the wheelchair is intelligent, it can be controlled by hand but cannot go up the stairs.

She asked the cook at home to make another breakfast in two hours, keep it for Jiang Suliu, and then went directly to the small study on the other side.

Most of the books here are textbooks and materials from her time in New York, and there are also some miscellaneous books. Later, because there were too many books, the housekeeper simply used a room to store them. Because it is often cleaned, it looks very clean and tidy.

The sunlight shines through the windows on the bookshelves, making it look extra warm and blowing away the chill in the air.

Feng Jin walked to the window, took a random book from the bookshelf and opened it. About halfway through the book, a photograph slipped between the pages as I turned the pages. She was stunned and leaned over to pick it up.

The photo is a relatively old black and white photo, a gentle woman in a cheongsam sits in a circle chair, smiling and looking at the camera, even if it is an old photo, you can feel the warmth. Feng Jin's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia and melancholy.

She had been looking for this old photo for a long time, but she didn't expect it to be here.

Fortunately, it was relatively dry and the photos were not damaged.

Since the death of his mother, although there are women around his father, they are only passers-by. When she was young, she rejected any woman from coming to the house, and after being sensible, she hoped that her father would have someone by his side to accompany him.

Just when Feng Jin was looking at the photo and thinking about something, he heard a sound.

It seems that the river is flowing back.

Feng Jin tucked the photo in the book spread out on his lap, closed the book, and planned to leave with the book.

As soon as she walked out of the study, she saw Jiang Suliu getting up and walking towards her.

"Mr. Feng Jin, it's time for lunch."

Seeing that Father Feng was already sitting on the throne, Feng Jin knew that the morning had passed. A maid brought her warm water and a handkerchief, washed her hands and prepared to eat.

During the banquet, Jiang Suliu frequently used chopsticks to pick up vegetables for Feng Jin, and carefully shaved the fish bones before handing them to her bowl.

"Eat by yourself, don't patronize me."

Feng's father regarded the two as air, and left the table after eating, leaving only Feng Jin and Jiang Suliu looking at each other.

Then, the two of them staggered their eyes, and their faces returned to normal.

After lunch, the two sat in the back garden for a while and continued to discuss the company's affairs.

During the time that Feng Jin stayed in New York, the Chu family's actions were not small, and the share of shares in his hands increased, but the person behind it did not come forward. Feng Jin couldn't figure out what that person wanted to do, she didn't plan to startle the snake, if she knew the other party's purpose, it would be easy to do.

But the man was hiding it well, or was she ignoring something?

"In cooperation with the Kangcai Group, we have reached a consensus with the person in charge of their side through a video conference, and the specific details have been roughly finalized by the president?"

Jiang Suliu's words brought Feng Jin back to her senses, she raised her head and looked at Jiang Suliu, who was sitting opposite her, and said, "Well, send it to my mailbox later." ”

"Okay, President."

Jiang Suliu obviously found that Feng Jin was a little absent-minded. On her lap was an old-looking, hard-cover book with the words "PrincipleofEconomics" written on it, which appeared to be the original edition. Her hand was on it, too, and she seemed to attach great importance to it.

The green vines that crawled on the wall swayed in the wind, dangling in her hair and ears from time to time, and she unconsciously ducked.

Seeing this, Jiang Suliu got up and walked to her side, raised his hand to brush the vine behind him, but it didn't break, but it couldn't grow out, and could only climb up.

Regarding Jiang Suliu's actions, Feng Jin saw all of them, and his calm eyes looked at him like this.

Jiang Suliu turned around and saw Feng Jin looking at him, "President? ”

"Huh?"

Jiang Suliu's thin lips pursed, and he lowered his head to hide the darkness under his eyes.

"Nothing." He said.

"Hmm." Feng Jin answered lightly, not caring about his answer.

The summer style is cool outside, and the shadows of the trees sway, but also blow the calm water of the pool.

But the hearts of the two people are not at peace at this moment.

"President, there is also a video conference with the head of the Concash Group at half past eight in the evening. Would you like to take a lunch break first? Seeing that Feng Jin seemed to be a little sleepy, Jiang Suliu said, "I'll give you a hot compress after taking a nap, can you see it?" ”

Feng Jin nodded, "Okay." ”

Pushing the wheelchair to the staircase, Jiang Suliu picked her up and went upstairs very naturally.

Back in the bedroom, Feng Jin continued to lie on the bed, and she put the book on the bedside table. Jiang Suliu, who was on the side, put her injured feet on a soft pillow, and then covered her with a thin quilt to avoid catching a cold.

Regarding his actions, Feng Jin raised her eyes to look at him, and those bewildering peach blossom eyes also reflected her.

"Secretary Jiang, have you always cared so much about people?"

Jiang Suliu's hand moved, as if he was thinking about how to answer her question. When he was about to speak, he found that she had closed her eyes, her head was slightly sideways, and a few strands of black hair fell to the side of the pillow, as if she had been smudged with an ink painting.

Asleep?

It seems that the chances of her insomnia have become smaller recently, which is a good sign.

Jiang Suliu got up and lowered the curtains, the room became a little dim, he glanced at Feng Jin on the bed, half-covering his eyes.

He was not a very competent doctor and did not have a compassionate heart. Therefore, he spends most of his time in the real room, only occasionally seeing patients on behalf of his mentor. Facing the real yàn room is more suitable for him than facing the patient.

Some say that his heart is cold.

So, how can he care about the good or bad of others?

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