He was about to pass by the corridor, but Huo Jingchen seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look.

At the end of the hallway, a slender figure turned away from him, on the phone.

Huo Jingchen was a little distracted and slowly stopped.

"Mr. Huo......" Someone followed his gaze and couldn't help but speak.

Huo Jingchen's lips pursed lightly, but he didn't make a sound, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

I didn't expect the world to be so small.

She even came.

On the other side, Zhao Siqing just finished making the call, and as soon as he turned around, he almost bumped into Zhu Wencheng.

The pungent aroma made her extremely uncomfortable, Zhao Siqing frowned, and took two steps back: "Mr. Zhu." ”

Zhu Wencheng smiled and said softly: "My illness is indeed a little difficult to talk about, so I want to talk to Dr. Zhao in private." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at him coldly, and said slowly after being silent for a long time: "Mr. Zhu will not have time to sit in my studio, I will definitely solve Mr. Zhu's doubts." ”

Zhu Wencheng's pupils were slightly open, obviously very excited.

He looked at himself with a smile on his face unconsciously, and his eyes lit up, as if he was expecting something.

Zhao Siqing thought quietly.

What is he excited about and expecting?

Obviously, his goal is himself.

"Dr. Zhao doesn't know, my wife and I have been living in a very disharmonious relationship over the years, and I heard that this is also a kind of mental illness, so I want to ask Dr. Zhao to solve my doubts." Zhu Wencheng smiled and spoke, his eyes narrowed.

As he approached, Zhao Siqing gradually began to feel dizzy, and bursts of hot heat surged around him.

It didn't take long for her cheeks to burn a little red, and a fine bead of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose.

Zhao Siqing's heart sank a little, and he suddenly realized that the perfume on his body was wrong.

Because the smell of perfume is already complex, and when combined with the characteristics of each person, it will exude different smells.

So initially, although she noticed Zhu Wencheng's ill intentions, she didn't expect him to start in this way.

It's just that he has just arrived, but this Zhu Wencheng came prepared.

Who exactly wants to design themselves?

Zhao Siqing thought about it quickly, and said quietly: "I suggest this kind of question, Mr. Zhu would be better off looking at andrology." ”

Seeing that her face turned red little by little, Zhu Wencheng said with a smile: "I did think so before, but when I met Dr. Zhao today, I suddenly found that I found the impulse and boiling of my youth, why don't you help me treat it?" ”

Zhao Siqing looked at Zhu Wencheng in front of him coldly, but he didn't panic too much.

In contrast, she actually wanted to call Yang Jingqiu and ask her if she had the ability to predict the future.

Otherwise, why did she say that before the business trip, Yang Jingqiu insisted on giving her two bodyguards.

"I just don't understand one thing, how did Mr. Zhu know about me?" Zhao Siqing tentatively spoke, because of the heat in his body, even his voice was a little soft.

Zhu Wencheng said with a smile: "I know that you have a lot of relationship with my nephew, but my nephew has a bad temperament and a bad temper, and you can't get any good fruit to eat if you follow him, so it's better to follow me, I will definitely love you well." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and her thoughts were a little sluggish.

Nephew?

Huo Jingchen?

Zhao Siqing looked at the man in front of him, it was really difficult to connect him with Huo Jingchen.

But she thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered that Mrs. Huo seemed to be surnamed Zhu......

So, is this Zhu Wencheng really Huo Jingchen's uncle?