Fiona's forehead was covered with cold sweat. "Okay, I got it. I'll go outside and prepare some ice for you to apply, and then call Dean Li over."
After saying that, he pulled the completely frightened Alice out of the young master's office.
As soon as Alice left the office, her legs were so weak that she almost fell to her knees. Fiona supported her and said, "What's wrong with you, you little bitch? I just brought you up here and you're already in trouble."
Alice cried, "Mr. Fu reached out and hit the coffee cup himself."
"Tsk, that's because you didn't do your job well. Why did you get so close to him? I won't say much. Go back to the Human Resources Department and wait for a chance to make personnel transfers in the future. Get some ice ready. I'm going to call Director Li."
Alice didn't dare to cry and hurried to the tea room to prepare ice cubes. Sister Fiona said that living with the king is like living with a tiger, which is absolutely true.
If you keep going under this kind of pressure, you’ll go bald!
High pay, high risk.
Li Fang rushed over with a medical kit and saw that the back of the young master's right hand was red and looked distressing. He quickly took out the burn plaster and applied it on him...
"Have you been unlucky lately? Why do you get injured all the time?" Li Fang said jokingly.
Fu Nanli had a gloomy face and didn't say anything. It was unknown what he was thinking. Li Fang said again: "The people below are too clumsy."
Fu Nanli came back to his senses and asked: "How many days will it take for the redness and swelling to go away?"
"Two or three days, why don't you want Xiao Wen to know?"
Fu Nanli said awkwardly: "Forget it, forget it, things haven't been going well lately."
"Would you like to go burn some incense?"
Fu Nanli sneered: "Do you still believe this?"
Li Fang shrugged: "I heard that you found your Qiao Er through this."
Fu Nanli lit a cigarette: "It was just a fluke. Can I resort to feudal superstition when something happens?"
Li Fang smiled, applied the medicine, and wrapped a thin layer of gauze around the wound. "What happened?"
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "Nothing."
Li Fang did not ask any further questions, but just said: "Here is the ointment. Apply it twice a day. Try not to touch your burned hands with water for the next two days. Fortunately, the temperature of the coffee is not high, so the burn is not serious and there are no blisters, otherwise it would be very troublesome."
"knew."
After Li Fang left, Fu Nanli called Wen Qiao and said that he was going on a business trip and would be back in two or three days.
Wen Qiao was standing at the front desk of the Zhonghuan Building at the moment, covering her phone with her hands, and politely asked the receptionist, "Is your President Fu upstairs?"
The receptionist replied: "Yes."
Wen Qiao: "Then can I go up to find him?"
Receptionist: "Of course, I'll take you upstairs."
Last time, the eldest young master personally held the girl's hand and walked into the building. Everyone knows that this girl is a little ancestor who must be worshipped.
Wen Qiao entered the elevator while chatting with Fu Nanli: "Are you on a business trip? Where did you go?"
"Nanbin Island."
Wen Qiao: "Ah, Nanbin Island, when did you set off?"
"This afternoon."
The elevator had reached the 58th floor and Wen Qiao walked outside his office.
The semi-open secretariat outside the vice president's office was gloomy and the atmosphere was low. Because the eldest young master was unhappy, they were all worried. When they saw Wen Qiao coming, they all smiled. Only this sister could change the eldest young master's mood from sunny to cloudy.
She knocked on the door and poked her head in. "Is Mr. Fu on a business trip?"
Fu Nanli hung up the phone and immediately put his burned hands behind his back.
"How did you come?"
(End of this chapter)