The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Lin Shaokang froze, go to the restaurant to eat?

Is this master serious?

He had never been to a restaurant before.

What's happening here.

How strange is San Ye recently?

After Huo Tingshen finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the door.

Lin Shaokang hurriedly followed up: "San Ye, there must be a lot of people in the restaurant at this time. Would you like me to call ahead and let them clear the scene."

"They are all their own employees. Why do you want to clear the floor? Others also have the right to eat. Okay, you don't have to do so much, just follow me."

Lin Shaokang quickly silenced.

When Huo Tingshen appeared in the staff restaurant, the huge restaurant suddenly seemed to have been sedated.

The restless crowd stopped.

I didn't chat anymore.

Everyone turned their eyes to him at the door.

Huo Tingshen's gaze swept around the hundreds of squares of the restaurant, and he found the beautiful woman at a glance.

He curled his lips and said quietly, "Let everyone eat their own food and ignore me."

Lin Shaokang hurriedly said, "Everyone keep eating."

Huo Tingshen walked towards the table where Yang Qinghe Wenqing was under the gaze of hundreds of eyes.

Yang Qing stood up and looked at Huo Tingshen: "Mr. Huo."

Wenqing had to get up at this time, and bowed respectfully to him: "Mr. Huo."

"Well," he looked at Yang Qing: "You move a position in."

Yang Qing moved quickly, Huo Tingshen sat down opposite the warmth, curling his lips: "Sit down."

When the two of them sat down together, Huo Tingshen said to Lin Shaokang, "Go for a meal."

"Oh...oh good." Lin Shaokang looked away from his warm face.

He was really stunned when he saw the warmth.

When did this teacher Wen come to work in the company?

Could it be that San Ye has been weird recently because of this teacher Wen?

Hmm, I stopped running.

The change of San Ye started after he asked him to investigate Teacher Wen.

The table was very quiet. Huo Ting hugged deeply and stared at Wenqing for three seconds. Then he looked away and looked at Yang Qing: "I heard that the restaurant's food tastes good?"

Yang Qing said nervously: "Yes, Mr. Huo, not only does it taste good, but there are also many types."

"Ah That's good."

The two chatted, in the eyes of others, it was because Huo Ting knew Yang Qing deeply.

Some people are even discussing whether San Ye is after Yang Qing.

But Yang Qing made it clear that the length is not so good, is San Ye unique insight?

Anyway, the restaurant at noon today is quieter than ever.

Lin Shaokang called the food and put it in front of Huo Tingshen.

"San Ye, look, is there anything that doesn't suit your taste."

"It's okay, you can sit down too."

Lin Shaokang hesitated, just as he was about to sit beside Wenqing.

Huo Tingshen leaned toward him: "Who told you to sit there?"

When Yang Qing saw this, he patted the position on the other side: "Secretary Lin, sit here, I'll wipe it for you."

Lin Shaokang quickly moved over.

Such a third master is too scary.

Warmth bowed his head to eat.

She was extremely depressed.

This Huo Tingshen, why did he come here? This is too... his wife is too exaggerated.

She treated Huo Tingshen opposite as air, and didn't even look at him.

Huo Ting smiled deeply, knowing she was because of a guilty conscience.

After all, there are so many people here, she is so afraid of revealing things.

But she deserves it, who asked her to hang up his phone.

This is punishment.

Huo Tingshen picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

As he ate, he asked, "Is it a pleasure to have dinner with that person last night?"

Yang Qing was stunned for a moment. In what circumstances, Mr. Huo knew about the warm meal with a man last night?

It's not that they are really not a couple.

But it seems that Mr. Huo is just looking for warmth.

Could it be... the warmth is rejecting Huo?

Hey, how could it be possible, no one in this world could refuse Sanye Huo.

Wen Qing knew that Huo Tingshen was asking her, but she chose to refuse to answer and did not speak.

Huo Ting raised his eyes and looked at her: "Ms. Wen, I want to ask you something."

His voice was not small, and he became tense. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. Then he whispered, "Very good."

Huo Ting deepened his lips and continued to eat: "He didn't tell you anything?"

"No."

"how is this possible."

"I have said it, but no." There was a bit of displeasure in her voice.

Aside, Lin Shaokang swallowed.

This woman... is crazy, how dare to talk to San Ye like this.

Huo Tingshen wasn't angry, "I'm going out for a cocktail party tonight. Would you like to join me? I still lack a female companion."

The eyebrows of Wenqing lowered his head to eat slightly raised.

So, she doesn't need to prepare his dinner tonight?

Do you want to be so cool.

"I'm not going," warmly and bluntly refused: "Mr. Huo, you can't speak, you can't talk to sleep, eat quickly."

"You weren't like this before, tusk, woman..."

Aside, Yang Qing and Lin Shaokang.

The one who felt nervous didn't even taste the food.

Another shocked chin shell is about to break away from the mother.

But they all have a common question, what is the situation?

After eating warmly and quickly, put down his chopsticks, stood up, and bowed deeply to Huo Ting: "Mr. Huo, I have finished eating. I will go back to the office first. Please use it slowly."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Yang Qing, picked up the dinner plate and left.

The place of right and wrong must escape.

There were only three people left on the table.

Huo Ting said deeply: "Is anyone harassing her these days?"

Yang Qing knew that she was asking her: "Mr. Huo, don't worry, I arranged for Le Ren to give a job a week ago. He only came back today."

"Well, very good, if someone approaches her, continue to report to me."

"Yes."

Going home from get off work at night, humming a little song tenderly, and went into the kitchen.

But when she thought that she was eating alone tonight, her expression faded a bit.

It's really... kind of lonely.

She turned around and went out of the kitchen, took out her phone, and ordered takeaway.

Tonight, she will free her hands and eat takeaway.

At nine o'clock in the evening, when Wen Qing lay down and was about to go to bed, I suddenly felt a little pain in my stomach.

She rubbed her belly, still feeling uncomfortable.

She ran to the bathroom, vomiting and diarrhea.

After tossing back and forth several times, she was dizzy and chest tight.

She found her little medicine box, took out the diarrhea medicine, and took two pills.

But the symptoms did not alleviate.

At ten o'clock, her cell phone rang.

She turned over weakly, picked up the phone, and said weakly, "Hey."

On the other end of the phone, when she heard that her voice was not right, Huo Ting frowned, "Are you asleep?"

"Not yet...not yet."

"Then why the sound is so strange."

"It's nothing, just a little sleepy, and I'm about to go to bed."

After she finished speaking, the nausea in her mouth came up again.

In order not to let him notice anything, she hung up the phone and ran into the bathroom.