One night without words, the next morning Zhang huaizhen came to the company to handle the handover procedures, and planned to hand over the work to Xia Yicheng.

Is busy alive to see Xia Yicheng knock on the door of the office.

He casually opened the tablet computer in his hand, opened the stock market in the morning to Zhang huaizhen, and alertly pointed to a retail stock to remind him: "uncle, you see, this retail stock has been purchasing a large number of shares of Linglong group from the morning until now, and there is a rising trend. Do we want to check?"

Zhang huaizhen's eyes fell on the direction Xia Yicheng pointed to. After looking at it for a long time, he said faintly: "this kind of situation has never happened before. Let's ignore it first and have a look. There are always some people who have inquired about the grapevine news. Then they buy a large number of shares. In the end, they all sell off. Don't be too nervous."

Hearing Zhang huaizhen say this, he put down his heart. Originally, he would not disturb his uncle with such trifles, but now is a sensitive period. Zhang huaizhen wants to immigrate to foreign countries. The whole city of China knows that the huge Linglong group is facing an unprecedented storm, and he must be cautious.

"It's up to you. I'll go ahead and you'll clean up." He said he was about to turn and leave.

"Wait a minute." Hearing that he is going to leave, Zhang huaizhen shouts him quickly. Xia Yicheng looks at him suspiciously: "what's the matter?"

"Your aunt sprained her ankle. Go back and see her." He said, see Xia Yi Cheng show worried look: "ankle sprain, before son is not still good, how to return a responsibility?"

"It's no big deal. I went to Ningyuan Temple by accident." Zhang huaizhen explained that he turned to the front and looked at the stock again. The retail stock he had just glanced at was still buying in large quantities.

"Oh, I see. I'll look back. Is there anything else?" Xia Yicheng nodded and said, then left with the document.

"Go ahead, it's OK." Zhang huaizhen motioned for him to leave.

Xia Yicheng is busy with what she is doing. She drives to Zhangjia as soon as she gets off the bus. As soon as she gets off the bus, she sees an Xiaoqiao going out. She is wearing a light White Chiffon shirt, a pair of gray white casual Capris, a pair of flat shoes and a pair of young and beautiful dress. It's like a harmonious hazelnut flower with a faint fragrance. It makes people feel soft and want to take care of her.

"Brother, why are you here?" An Xiaoqiao obviously didn't expect Xia Yicheng to come here during working hours.

"My aunt sprained her ankle. Let me see. Where are you going?" Seeing that she was going out, she asked where she was going.

"There are still some things to be busy in the clinic. I'll go and have a look. My mother is at home. Go ahead. I'll be back in a moment. Let's talk back." Anxiaoqiao light should, on an ordinary car.

"Well, well, you're too thin. You need to mend more. How can you feel that a gust of wind can blow you down?" Looking at an Xiaoqiao sitting in the car, with thin fingers, he immediately frowned and reminded.

"Well, I see. Let's go first." She nodded, laughed and drove away.

An Xiaoqiao left and drove to the clinic. As soon as he got to the hall, he saw a white haired old man sitting there, wearing a Tang suit, a black hat on his head, and a gold border pattern embroidered on his crutches. At a glance, he knew that it was expensive.

He looked around leisurely, looking at the gate frequently.

When he saw the beautiful image of an Xiaoqiao appeared in the line of sight, his old and strong body suddenly stood up. With a kind smile on his face, he waved his hand and called out: "Xiao Qiao, an Xiaoqiao."

Hearing someone yelling, anxiaoqiao turned her head. When she saw that it was Mr. Mai who said hello to her, she was slightly stunned. Then she went to the old man: "the clinic called and said that there is an old man who wants to see me. I guess it's you. Ha ha, it's not surprising that I was deceived. Is Mr. Mai coming to see me sick and need me to do physiotherapy for you?"

"Girl, grandfather, I want to come to see you. It happened that unfilial Sun took me to have something to do. When I drove by here, I came in to have a look. How are you? I'm much better recently." McGregor than to see the pro sun also pro, warm smile on the face of the response.

Just when an Xiaoqiao wanted to answer, he saw a man with curly hair and light brown. He was wearing a gray short sleeve T-shirt, jeans, casual shoes, and a pair of small eyes with single eyelid under thick eyebrows. The canthus of his eyes rose slightly. His evil peach blossom eyes were less serious.

High bridge of the nose under a clear lip thin lips, also slightly upturned, with a smile that people can not guess.

"Hello, miss an. My name is Mai Yiyang. I heard my grandfather mention you. Thank you for saving him that day." He said hello with a serious hand.

Dan Feng's eyes don't move a facial expression of will be an small Qiao Zai's careful to look over.

She is big, her wavy hair is slightly curled up, loosely tied, with a little bit of laziness in delicacy, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and her playful eyelashes are like a small fan, flickering and talking.

Small nose, high nose, pink lips with some water stains of pink, baby fat face may be too thin, reflecting her angular cheeks, thin has become her proper pronoun.

Reading countless people, Mai Yiyang finds that an Xiaoqiao's face is so white. It's not the makeup color of CC cream, but the plain white, clear and transparent, without any artificial ingredients. When he lets go, he gives an Xiaoqiao a score of 8.

The other two points went to her being too thin.

"You're welcome. As a doctor, it's my duty to help the dying. Mr. Mai is welcome." An Xiaoqiao politely shook hands with him symbolically, and then released his fingertips.

"I said Xiao Qiao was kind-hearted. There were so many people at the party that there was no doctor, but they didn't dare to come forward. Alas, the world is going downhill. Maybe they were worried that I would touch porcelain." Mr. McGregor was smiling and praising Little Joe.

An Xiaoqiao was embarrassed and shook his head: "that's as good as you said. Let's go to my office. It happens that you are here. I wrote a report on your condition last time. I'll take it back to your personal doctor. I think it will be of great help to your condition."

"Well, thank you very much." Mr. McGrady hesitated, but followed her to the office.

After listening to an Xiaoqiao's words, Mai Yiyang is stunned. His grandfather's illness has always been under the supervision of a top medical professor, and his condition has been very stable. However, an Xiaoqiao is able to make a medical report and confidently says that he can help him.

This woman is so powerful that he doesn't believe it.

"My grandfather's illness has been a stubborn disease for many years. I'm a little curious that doctor an is so young and has such confident medical skills." His tone was marked by disbelief and a touch of contempt.

"It's just specialized in the technology industry. I happened to be studying this recently, so I paid more attention to it. It's just a few reports on treatment. Mr. Mai doesn't have to be so nervous. Besides, if Mr. Mai shows it to the doctor and thinks it's useless, he can just throw it away as waste paper. I just think I've done my best for Mr. Mai. It's worthwhile for my boyfriend to ask me to help him with the research."

An Xiaoqiao recognized the meaning of his words, but didn't care. He just took a lot of time to explain. His indifferent appearance made people feel elegant and Confucian at a glance.

Mai Yiyang is stunned. This is an Xiaoqiao, who Ling Shaofeng has never got. Sure enough, if she has meat, she must be a top-notch beauty with 10 points. Not only her figure and appearance, but also her character make him lose his temper.

"Xiao Qiao has a heart. By the way, why didn't I see you together recently? I asked him to play golf." Mai Lao's face couldn't hang. He glared at Mai Yiyang, turned around and laughed gently, and changed the topic.

"He's busy with the company's business. I'll let him visit you when I'm free. I'll play with you." An Xiaoqiao said softly.

Mai Yiyang was already unhappy. Li muyuan didn't know what he had done to the old man. Instead of being close to his grandson, he went to be kind to him. It was ironic.