In the apartment, Huo Licheng was sitting on the sofa. It was already very late, but thinking that Cheng Cheng would come running out of breath later, Huo Licheng felt strange in his heart.
With the computer on his lap and looking at the emails from the United States, Huo Licheng realized that he hadn't read a single word after reading them for a long time.
I simply threw the computer aside and calculated the time. It should be almost time.
Huo Licheng stood up and walked to the window, looking at the dark world outside. The corners of Huo Licheng's mouth gradually raised. It was already very late, and most of the windows in the community had their lights turned off.
Looking at his reflection in the glass, Huo Licheng suddenly frowned, turned around and walked into the bedroom. When Huo Licheng came out again, he had changed into a casual long-sleeved T-shirt. Compared with the shirt, Huo Licheng looked completely different. The people are a little more gentle.
When the doorbell rang, Huo Licheng felt that his heart suddenly skipped a beat. The gloomy mood today seemed to clear up at this moment.
Huo Licheng calmed down and walked to the door. Because he knew who was coming, Huo Licheng opened the door without looking at the peephole.
"President!"
A clear female voice came, and the corners of Huo Licheng's slightly raised mouth suddenly froze. His expression was not big, so even if he froze temporarily, it was not so subtle that no one could notice it.
Huo Licheng was a master at controlling his emotions. He smiled lightly and said, "Is there something wrong with Director Jiang coming so late?"
How could Jiang Shan not hear the danger in Huo Licheng's words? The CEO's home address was absolutely confidential to ordinary employees, and yet she was standing here now.
Jiang Shan smiled generously and said politely: "President, this is the porridge that Secretary Cheng asked me to deliver."
With that said, Jiang Shan handed the thermos flask in front of Huo Licheng. Huo Licheng glanced at the familiar thermos flask and roughly understood what it meant.
Something happened.
Jiang Shan said again: "Secretary Cheng is not feeling well today. After she is done, she asked me to help her deliver it to the president. I hope your stomach pain can be relieved."
Jiang Shan's excuse was spotless. How could Huo Licheng not know what this "physical inconvenience" specifically meant.
Such "inconvenience" not only delayed Cheng Cheng from cooking porridge, but also made it really inconvenient for Cheng Cheng to run around. It also eliminated the possibility of Huo Licheng going to see Cheng Cheng.
Huo Licheng reached out and took the porridge from Jiang Shan's hand. Although he was not a gentleman, he was not someone who turned away a woman who came to give him something so late at night.
"Please come in."
Jiang Shan suppressed the ecstasy in her heart and smiled as usual: "Thank you, CEO."
Stepping into Huo Licheng's home, Jiang Shan's eyes swept over the decoration of Huo Licheng's home without leaving a trace. It was simple, elegant, low-key and luxurious.
She would not look at him blatantly, but just glanced around briefly, then sat on the sofa obediently. Huo Licheng poured the porridge out of the thermos, took a sip, and frowned unconsciously, but only for a moment. He let go and curled his lips slightly: "Director Jiang and Secretary Cheng know each other?"
Jiang Shan nodded: "We knew each other before, but then we didn't have much contact. I didn't expect Cheng Cheng to be a secretary in Huocheng. This must be our fate."
Seeing Huo Licheng eating most of the bowl of porridge and rubbing his belly during the process, Jiang Shan felt that it was almost done and stood up: "President, I won't disturb your rest. Have a nice weekend."