Xia Xiwan pushed open the door of the office, raised her eyes and looked inside, there were several medical professors from abroad in the office, all of whom were top figures in neurology, and they were holding Lu Hanting's medical records and arguing fiercely about something, arguing so much that they all shook their heads in the end.

Xia Xiwan's eyes fell on the window, and now the window was opened, and there was a tall and calm body standing there, smoking.

The quarrel between these people did not affect him, he had cigarettes stained on his fingertips, and when he heard the door open, he turned sideways, and those narrow eyes as deep as ink looked over and fell on her.

Two seconds later, he walked to the desk, bent slightly in his trouser pocket with one hand, and snuffed out half of the cigarette in the ashtray, and when he bent over, the brooch tassel on the business vest rippled in the air in a magnificent arc.

Xia Xiwan has already seen Lu Sijue in financial magazines, but now that she sees me, she still feels palpitations, this legendary man who amazed a commercial era is more elegant and noble than she imagined, she has also seen several princes in the imperial capital, Lu Hanting, Lu Zixian, Xu Shaonan... They are all famous people, but they are always a little worse than the elders of Lu Sijue.

Xia Xiwan knew that what they were missing was the purest aristocratic aura on Lu Sijue, and there was also a man who had been immersed in the mall for decades and had a high-ranking imperial aura.

The glance he cast just now was flat and did not contain any emotion, but Xia Xiwan felt as if he had seen the depths of her soul and had seen through her.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Song Ming stood by the door and looked at the foreign professors, exchanged a few words with them in fluent English, and the foreign professors left.

Song Ming glanced at Lu Sijue inside again, very respectfully, and then closed the door.

Xia Xijuan dealt with Song Mingcai, but Song Ming's first impression of her was that she was shrewd, arrogant, and very talented, but Song Ming looked at Lu Sijue's eyes very respectfully, and he also had great loyalty and admiration for his boss.

There were only two people left in the office, and Master Lu sat on the office chair, pointed to the chair opposite with his eyes, and then said, "Miss Xia, please take a seat." ”

His deep voice is like a collector's edition of French wine, very magnetic and beautiful.

It's obviously a very ordinary tone, but it inexplicably reveals a deep majesty, which makes people surrender.

Xia Xiwan walked over and sat on the opposite side.

Lu Sijue raised his eyes and looked over, his face was always very flat, not revealing joy and anger, "Please forgive me for taking the liberty of inviting Miss Xia over, but we need to talk about Ah Ting." ”

Xia Xi's bright pupils looked at him, and there was no 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 picture of her being blind after coming out of the hospital, standing on the street and calling him, hoping that he would come and pick her up.

At that time, he was indifferent on the phone, and said no, she felt him when she crossed the street by herself, and stretched out her hand to him and asked, Mr. Lu, is it you?

Xia Xiwan looked at this photo, the whole sea city was lit up 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 restrictively, this scene was frozen in the photo, a city was quiet because of them.