Indulgent Husband and Sweet Wife

It was 12 noon when Ai Changhuan arrived in the United States. The person who came to pick her up was her grandfather's friend. She called him Uncle Grayson. Grayson was a lawyer in a law firm and had dealt with Feng Jinghe before. Knowing that the other party was difficult to deal with and that this matter needed to be discussed in the long term, Uncle Grayson said that he would go to his house for dinner first. His wife had already prepared lunch. They would take a lunch break to catch up on the jet lag, and then they would go to Feng Jinghe.

Ai Changhuan said a few polite words, expressed his gratitude, and then followed Grayson to his home.

Grayson's wife is a chubby but very amiable woman. She takes great care of Ai Changhuan and does not make her feel uncomfortable at all.

Ai Changhuan liked their optimistic attitude towards life. She secretly told herself that Lu Zhanke would be fine soon.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon during the lunch break, and it should be late at night or early morning where Lu Zhanke was. She originally wanted to call Lu Zhanke, but she put it down when she picked up the phone, thinking that Lu Zhanke must be there at this time. If he fell asleep, wouldn't he wake him up if he called him?

Somehow, she remembered the time she called Lu Zhanke when she and Shan Xiao were on a business trip. It was because she didn't call in time that the misunderstanding arose, and Lu Zhanke's attitude in handling the matter made her particularly touched.

Thinking of this, she put down her hand and picked it up again. No matter what, she might as well give him a call. If he fell asleep, forget it. If he didn't, she wouldn't let him wait in vain. Let's make sure he was safe first.

What she didn't expect was that as soon as the call was connected, someone picked up the call immediately, as if they had been waiting for her by the phone.

"Hello, is this Chang Huan?" Lu Zhanke's cold voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

Ai Changhuan's heart felt warm, and he was indeed still waiting for her.

"Lu Zhanke, it's me. It's so late, I thought you were already asleep." She still felt a little guilty.

Lu Zhanke said: "How could I sleep without receiving a call from you to report that you are safe? How are you? Where are you now? Is everything okay? Did you encounter anything?"

Lu Zhanke's continuous questioning proved that he was really worried.

Ai Changhuan told him about her stay at her grandfather's friend's house, and laughed again: "Why are you like my grandfather? I am over 20 years old and you still treat me like a child, as if you are afraid that I will get lost. "

Lu Zhanke's expression choked up, and he thought to himself, aren't you just a child in front of me? I am just a wife like you, and I don't care who you care about?

The two talked to each other some more. Ai Changhuan said that he would go shopping somewhere later and what he was going to buy. He also asked Lu Zhanke if he had recovered well and if he was lazy or anything. Lu Zhanke answered them all. He also told her not to go to places with too many people or places with too few people, and to pay attention to safety. It's been a bit chaotic there recently, so don't run around.

It was all trivial matters, but the two of them seemed to not be able to talk enough, pretending to be each other. In the end, Ai Changhuan felt sorry for Lu Zhanke's health and couldn't bear him staying up late, so he urged Lu Zhanke to hang up the phone quickly.

Lu Zhanke said: "Fortunately you called back, otherwise I would definitely have insomnia tonight."

Ai Changhuan's heart felt warm after hearing this, and her voice became soft involuntarily, and she even said with a hint of coquettishness: "I know, I know, I will remember to report my whereabouts to you anytime and anywhere next time, be good."

Lu Zhanke shook his head helplessly. He was not such a nagging person originally, but after being with Ai Changhuan, he couldn't help but want to take care of her, and then he gradually became more talkative.

He said dotingly: "It's good to know. Take good care of yourself and don't make me worry."

Hearing Lu Zhanke's gentle voice, Ai Changhuan felt even warmer in her heart. She bit her lip and murmured in a low voice: "Lu Zhanke, I miss you."

Lu Zhanke, who was on the other end of the phone, was slightly startled. The words "I miss you too" were about to pop up almost immediately, but he held it back due to his introverted personality and only muttered vaguely.

In fact, he was happy in his heart.

When he didn't get an answer, Ai Changhuan didn't get angry and smiled softly: "Okay, that's it for today. Good night, my dear."

Lu Zhanke knew that it was noon in the United States, so he said: "Good afternoon, my wife."

When they hung up the phone, both of them had a similar smile on their lips, a little silly, but full of sweetness.

With Lu Zhanke's concern, Ai Changhuan, who was extremely tired, suddenly regained her full vitality. She told herself that she must persuade Feng Jinghe to help Lu Zhanke.

After lunch break, Grayson took Ai Changhuan to Feng Jinghe's company.

Looking at the size of the other company and the company's system, Ai Changhuan knew that this letter of competition was really big. The conference room was full of people waiting to see him. Americans are very time-conscious. If If there is any meeting or appointment, one would usually make an appointment in advance and arrive on time. However, these people have been waiting in the conference room just to meet Feng Jinghe who doesn't know when he will be free.

If it weren't for Grayson's friendship, Ai Changhuan would have become one of the people waiting to meet Feng Jinghe in the conference room.

Thinking of this, Ai Changhuan couldn't help but beat her heart. Can she really convince Feng Jinghe to return to China with her? Moreover, Lu Zhanke's arm treatment cannot be completed in a short time.

Following the secretary to Feng Jinghe's office, Feng Jinghe seemed to be busy. He only raised his head once during the break, and then asked the secretary to pour a cup of coffee for Grayson and Ai Changhuan, and then continued to work on his own. thing.

Seeing that the other party seemed really busy, Ai Changhuan was too embarrassed to interrupt and could only continue to wait.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Feng Jinghe was still busy, but Grayson had an important appointment with a customer later, and he couldn't wait any longer. He asked Ai Changhuan if he would go back with him first. Let's continue waiting here.

Ai Changhuan didn't want to give up just like that, so he asked Grayson to go ahead. He knew how to get back, so Grayson left first.

Ai Changhuan had nothing to do and couldn't walk around, so he had to take a closer look at Feng Jinghe.

Feng Jinghe appears to be in his thirties, with neatly combed hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and slightly thin lips. He looks like a very handsome man. He should not be of mixed race because of his face. It is a completely oriental face, with no trace of Europeans at all.

He is wearing a white linen shirt, a black suit vest, and a dark blue tie that is popular at the moment. The combination is fashionable and decent, simple and comfortable. I have to admit that this is a very charming man.

But Ai Changhuan suddenly remembered Zhao Benshan's joke about vests, and laughed out loud without holding back.

Feng Jinghe, who was busy, suddenly stopped when he heard this chuckle, then turned his eyes in confusion, and finally his eyes fell on Ai Changhuan who was sitting beside him. He frowned slightly, his eyes looking He was confused, as if he didn't understand why there was a stranger suddenly in his office. Looking at his confused and confused look, Ai Changhuan's originally uneasy heart calmed down inexplicably. It seemed that Feng Jinghe was just like an ordinary person. He was not as cold as the outside world said. At least he And all the emotions that ordinary people should have.

Ai Changhuan hurriedly seized this opportunity and stepped forward to introduce himself: "Hello, I am Ai Changhuan. I came here with Mr. Grayson. We made an appointment with your secretary. He said you would like to see us, Mr. Grayson. I went back beforehand, I hope you don’t mind.”

Feng Jinghe frowned and looked at Ai Changhuan without speaking, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Ai Changhuan thought for a while and thought that the other party might not understand Chinese, so he hurriedly introduced himself in English.

Feng Jinghe's frown deepened this time. After Ai Changhuan finished speaking, he said, "Why did you say the same thing twice?"

Ai? What he said was Chinese?

Damn, you know Chinese, Ai Changhuan complained silently in his heart.

Ai Changhuan did not dare to waste any more time, and hurriedly stated the purpose of his trip, and finally said: "Mr. Feng, I know this is a bit overwhelming for you, but now I really need your help. , please help us once."

Feng Jinghe sneered: "You know what? You wasted a total of five minutes of my time. If it weren't for Grayson, I wouldn't have even given you five seconds. In order to prevent further entanglement, I might as well Again, I refuse, okay, you can go out."

Failure came too quickly, and Ai Changhuan was unwilling to accept it: "Why?"

"Because I have no reason to help you."

Ai Changhuan knew that this was indeed a bit reluctant, so he added: "What will it take for you to help us? If you have any requests, just ask them, and we will do our best to comply with them."

"I have no request." After saying this, Feng Jinghe pressed the intercom phone and asked his secretary to come in and see Ai Changhuan out.

At this moment, Ai Changhuan realized that the rumors about Feng Jinghe from the outside world were indeed cold, indifferent and unkind.

She was anxious, but had no choice but to seize the last chance and said: "I love my husband very much. I can't live without him. He was injured because of me. If his hand can't heal me, I won't be able to live without him." He will live in guilt and pain all his life, and I don’t want him to ruin his life because of this. That is his dream. In the future, when he sees that I am no longer a lover, but a sinner who ruined his dream, I see him Not lovers, things will get very bad between us, and I don’t want that, so please, Mr. Feng, help us.”

Feng Jinghe said coldly: "It has nothing to do with me."

"Mr. Feng...if you have ever truly loved someone, I think you can understand how I feel."

The secretary had already come in and invited Ai Changhuan outside with a kind and undeniable gesture.

Feng Jinghe continued to work expressionlessly.

Being politely invited to the door, Ai Changhuan felt indescribably frustrated. Although she had expected that success would not be so easy, she still couldn't help but feel sad when failure really hit her. For a moment, I felt sad not for myself, but for Lu Zhanke.

Standing outside the door of Feng Jinghe's company, Ai Changhuan did not leave immediately. She did not want to give in so easily. She wanted to continue waiting for Feng Jinghe to come out.

The security guard at the door knew that she had just gone in not long ago and was not a suspicious person, so he did not chase her away.