"A friend of Jiang's was ill and hospitalized. He happened to see Manager Wen at the Central Hospital and bought him a bowl of porridge."
As Jiang Beiyuan said this, he walked closer and put the porridge on the bedside.
He was sitting on the stool in front of Wen Yu.
This guy is what the gentleman is talking about. There seems to be a flow of emotion between his handsome features, making it hard for people to tell the truth or falsehood.
The dark yellow millet porridge was steaming. Wen Yu glanced at it and then smiled.
"Haha, I'm really troubling Mr. Jiang. I'm lucky enough to be able to drink the porridge Mr. Jiang bought for the third time in my life. Mr. Jiang is really interested!"
"In other words, Manager Wen is now the person in charge of Jiang's HK project. We at Jiang's always attach great importance to Party B. If anything happens to Manager Wen's health, it will cause losses to both parties."
"I just suffered some skin trauma, Mr. Jiang, don't worry!"
Wen Yu's eyes moved twice without trace, wondering what the fox Jiangbeiyuan was trying to do with him.
"I will continue to follow up on HK's project and ensure that it will never cause any losses to both parties."
"In that case, it's for the best."
Jiang Beiyuan raised his lips.
He just has a certain charm. He looks stunning at first glance, still stunning at second glance, and shocking the world at third glance.
Especially at that moment when he seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the breeze outside the window was not even as bright as his eyebrows.
"I just don't know how Manager Wen got this skin injury. He has such a good face, but it looks strange and makes people feel distressed."
"well!"
Wen Yu sighed.
"It's a long story. I just had a little quarrel with a few unknown people two days ago. Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."
"tomorrow… "
Jiang Beiyuan spoke in a long, slow tone. He rubbed his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking or calculating something.
"Manager Wen is really hard-working. This kind of professionalism for work makes Jiang admire him very much."
admiration
Wen Yu secretly looked at Jiang Beiyuan and felt that this man seemed to be talking too far.
"Haha, if Mr. Jiang has nothing to do, please come back. I'll just rest here for a while. Don't waste Mr. Jiang's precious time."
"The porridge is getting cold, don't you want to drink it?"
Jiang Beiyuan's brows were lightly swept. Although his brows were gentle, they concealed orders.
Wen Yu was a little hesitant. Jiang Beiyuan should know what happened between him and his mother Pei Jinling. Could he be plotting against him
Isn't there poison in the porridge
Seeing that Wen Yu didn't move for a long time, Jiang Beiyuan's patience ran out and he stood up straight away, "Since Manager Wen won't give me face, then I'll just blame Jiang and I for being sentimental."
"Oh, Mr. Jiang, you are telling the truth, how dare I not sell you face, hahaha!"
If he doesn't drink today, Jiang Beiyuan will probably not look good on him in the future.
This man is Jiang Guoteng's son and the current CEO of the Jiang Group. Although he has no real power for the time being, he controls the entire capital chain of the Jiang Group.
Considering-
Wen Yu shrank her neck, braced herself, picked up the millet porridge next to her and drank it in big gulps.
The bottom of the bowl was clean. Wen Yu put the bowl down and smiled apologetically at Jiang Beiyuan.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for your care and kindness. This porridge tastes absolutely delicious!"
"Manager Wen's mouth looks like it's been covered with honey today."
Jiang Beiyuan was condescending, the smile on his lips widened, and his deep voice revealed the concern for his brother.
"Then I won't disturb Manager Wen's rest. Manager Wen is so weak and needs a good rest."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
When he reached the door, he suddenly paused.
He kept the same action as when he entered the door, leaning forward, but his eyes were no longer lazy and casual, replaced by sharpness and coldness.
"Maybe you don't know something."
Wen Yu was stunned.
"W-what?"
Could it be that Jiang Beiyuan already knew about the relationship between him and Pei Jinling...
Jiang Beiyuan sneered, his temples as sharp as a knife, and his clear voice fell like a crossbow cloud while testing a sword. It was both affectionate and a secret warning:
"My wife, whose surname was Yan and Nian, now bears my Jiang family name, and is the love of my life, Jiang Beiyuan."
(End of chapter)