Mingzheng over the past two years. Back and forth, again and again, I thought about his upcoming marriage.The clearer your thoughts, the more energetic you become. I just took a short nap after 5 am,...The car stopped, Fu Yan woke up. Although she tried her best to hold on, subconsciously, she reminded herself not to sleep. 。She glanced at the familiar green strip and knew she was home. 。She blinked her weary eyes, and the drowsiness dissipated somewhat. Her muscles ached from the fever, but she gritted her teeth and sat up. 。"Mr. Fu, thank you so much." 。She politely picked up her bag and medicine and was about to get off the car. 。You're off this afternoon. 。Fu Hanlin spoke. 。Fu Yan shook her head. "No need, Mr. Fu. I've taken medicine and feel much better. I just need to take my car keys home." 。She stood by the car door, her hand resting on it, leaning down to speak to him out of respect. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the autumn sunshine seemed to have a filter, warming everyone's body. 。A soft light extended from behind her, falling onto Fu Hanlin's hand. 。Fu Hanlin looked at her pale face, "I'm not Huang Shiren, you don't have to sell your life for me." 。Fu Yan was feverish, her brain sluggish and her reactions delayed. She didn't react for a moment. 。Two seconds later, she remembered that Huang Shiren was a character in White-Haired Girl, a tyrannical landlord who oppressed the poor people. 。"Wong Shih-jen is not comparable to you." 。“She was caught off guard and her words became incoherent.” 。She regretted how suddenly she became tongue-tied, her stomach growling loudly. 。Her face flushed instantly. 。I haven't had lunch yet, my stomach is empty. 。

She was embarrassed when she was so hungry that her stomach growled in front of a superior she wasn't very familiar with, wishing she had gone upstairs earlier.

Fu Hánlín was very cultured. Hearing this, he didn't say anything and just said, "Go back and rest." 。Fu Yan couldn't bear it anymore and quickly hurried upstairs. 。

After getting home, she drank some water, lay down on the bed wanting to take a nap before eating again. In her half-sleep state, her phone started ringing with a series of notifications from an unknown number

She puzzledly picked up 。

"Is this Ms. Fu We have a takeout order for you. Which floor do you live on"

Fu Yan lived alone and was very safety-conscious. She hadn't ordered any takeout, and with all the recent incidents, she had to be cautious.

"I didn't order takeout, you delivered the wrong thing." 。"

"This is the meal Mr. Fu ordered.

" 。Fu Yan was taken aback. It was Fu Hanlin She wondered how Fu Hanlin knew her phone number, and then she remembered that there was a work group for employees above the deputy manager level in the company. She had been promoted to deputy general manager and had been added to the group, which included her phone number. 。The takeout arrived, it was some light dishes, suitable for people who are sick and have no appetite. 。Fu Yan glanced at the meal, took out her phone to find Fu Hanlin's number, and discovered that his number was not in the group. 。She cast a glance at the takeout packaging. A note with a string of numbers was taped on it. It wasn't her number, probably Fu Hanlin's in case they couldn't reach her. 。With a tentative heart, Fu Yan dialed that string of numbers. 。After a few seconds, a deep and mellow voice came: "Hello" 。It's really Fu Hanlin 。

Fu Yan gripped her phone tightly, the tension a mixture of respect and apprehension for her superior, "President Fu, it's me, Fu Yan"

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