Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 541 I Have A Plastic Surgery Doctor Introduce You
After Xiang Wan left, He Hanchuan picked up his mobile phone and contacted several professional plastic surgeons, but when he heard them say that the scars on Xiang Wan's face were difficult to heal, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had been pricked by a needle.

But no matter what, he had to take Xiang Wan abroad for a thorough inspection this time. Even if the chances were slim, he didn't want to sit and wait for death like before.

"Knock knock!"

When He Hanchuan was deep in thought, there was a knock on the door of the ward, and before he could respond, the door was pushed open.

"Mr. He, it's really strange. After three years of marriage, you can still break your leg?" Feng Mu, who was wearing a black suit, pushed open the door and walked towards him, with a smirk on his lips. , "Let me see which leg fell?"

"Get out!" He Hanchuan pushed his head away, and joked with him with a smile, "What wind brought you here?"

"The company is just across the street. I learned that Mr. He was injured. Wouldn't it be too indifferent not to come and see?" Feng Mu pulled out the chair and sat down, crossed his slender legs, and unbuttoned his suit one by one with his fingers. Buttons.

boom.

The door was pushed open again, and Meng Lan walked in with a fruit basket. She was still wearing a dark green cheongsam that outlined her figure, and she was full of swaying charm.

"Mr. He." She bowed her head and greeted.

"En." He Hanchuan agreed lightly, frowned and looked at Menglan's thin figure, "Feng Mu usually doesn't feed you? How did you lose so much weight?"

Meng Lan's expression became a little more embarrassed, but Feng Mu, who was playing with his phone with his head down, glanced at her, and responded with a sneer, "Mr. He's words are wronged, I will not neglect your subordinates."

He Hanchuan didn't bother to talk to him. He had played with Feng Mu since he was a child, and he knew best how well this guy looked like a gentleman on the surface, but played tricks behind his back.

"Mr. He, thank you for your concern." Menglan looked calm, swaying and walking behind Feng Mu, helping him put the suit jacket on his shoulders, "Mr. Feng is very kind to me, girls want to lose weight I need to be thinner, even though I can't compare to those little girls, I still have the right to pursue beauty, right?"

Looking at the picture of them standing together, He Hanchuan couldn't help but think of the word "Cailang Tiger Leopard". Fengmu is not a good thing, but Menglan is not simple either.

"You guys don't finish, don't show off in front of me, get out as soon as you finish delivering the things." He Hanchuan lay carelessly on the bed, staring at the bandaged leg, feeling more and more irritable.

Damn, how could he be injured at this time.

He estimated that it would not be a while before he could take Xiangwan abroad to see a doctor, and that woman might have been silently sad for a long time.

"Tsk, how ruthless." Feng Mu sighed, he stretched out his hand to lightly support the gold-rimmed glasses, and a wise light flashed in his eyes.

Meng Lan tactfully handed over his briefcase, while she put the fruit basket on the bedside table and picked some seasonal fruits to wash.

Feng Mu came to visit He Hanchuan this time because he also wanted to discuss cooperation with him. He took out the documents and talked with He Hanchuan for nearly an hour. Menglan stood at the door playing with her mobile phone and waited for them.

The bodyguards standing at the door were transferred from the dream club before, and Menglan chatted with them for a while to kill boredom.

"Ding-"

At this moment, her cell phone rang suddenly, and when she frowned and saw the news, a hint of self-mockery appeared in her usually charming eyes.

"Explosive! Feng Mu, the president of the Feng Group, was in the hotel with his fiancée in the early hours of yesterday. According to rumors, they will get engaged at the beginning of next month!"

Looking at the conspicuous Weibo headline, Meng Lan's complexion suddenly turned pale, and her fingers subconsciously zoomed in on the photo on her phone. It's true that the man is Feng Mu, but the woman in his arms only showed her chin, so she couldn't see clearly Face.

But the only woman who can be protected by Feng Mu is his fiancée—Wang Zhishan!

Menglan has only met that woman once, she is a typical lady, quiet and elegant, completely different type from her, and also the type that all men would want to protect.

Looking at the uproarious news, Meng Lan sighed softly, and put the phone back into her pocket.

"Mr. Feng is really a good planner. He's just opened an AI base in the United States, and you paid attention to me. With the benefits that Feng's gave me, I don't think about cooperating." He Hanchuan's tone was indifferent. , even mixed with a touch of anger.

After Menglan heard the news, she had already guessed that their meeting would collapse, so she pushed the door open and entered.

In the ward, He Hanchuan had his arms around his chest, his deep eyes were full of coldness, while Feng Mu was holding the contract in his hand, and after being rejected, he still had a slight smile on his face .

Neither of these two men was willing to show weakness, and the strong aura could not tell the winner for a while.

Seeing this, Menglan went to the water dispenser and poured two cups of hot water and handed them in front of them, with a faint smile rippling in her eyes, "Mr. .”

"You underestimate your boss's courage. He doesn't even intend to give me a chance to bargain." Feng Mu's voice was a little cold, and he raised his glasses with his slender fingers.

"Don't worry about Mr. Feng. My own base doesn't plan to sign a contract with any company. Even if it's a compensation, the He family can afford it." He Hanchuan's face was as indifferent as ever, with his head lowered, playing with his phone pretending to be meaningless , "Since there's nothing else to do, please ask Mr. Feng to leave."

He Hanchuan directly ordered them to leave, causing Feng Mu's handsome face to be filled with a layer of coldness, but he still sat on the chair without moving at all.

In fact, He Hanchuan's newly established AI base has a very good development prospect, and it is definitely a huge profit project. I don't know how many companies are watching behind the scenes, but He Hanchuan is a businessman, so he is not willing to let his big cake be taken away by others. a cup of soup.

Feng Mu knew He Hanchuan's temper well, so he was not in a hurry, but took out another document from the briefcase.

"Mr. He, I know that you have been looking for a plastic surgeon for your wife. I happen to have a friend who is doing plastic surgery abroad. I think her resume is very suitable for your needs."

Hearing this, He Hanchuan's originally indifferent eyes were suddenly stained with emotion. He took the file and opened it to see that it was a plastic surgeon's resume, which was indeed of higher quality than those he had seen before.

"Why can't I find out?" He Hanchuan was suspicious.

Feng Mu leaned his back lightly on the back of the chair, looked at him with deep eyes very calmly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Xiao Qiao is my friend abroad, her medical skills are family Inheritance, generally not external diagnosis and treatment."

As he said that, he pushed the document in his hand in front of He Hanchuan, "If she greets me, she should sell me this face."

They are all businessmen, even brothers have to settle accounts clearly, not to mention the relationship between him and Feng Mu.

He Hanchuan's eyes gradually darkened. He carefully read the plastic surgeon's resume, finally gritted his teeth, and reminded in a domineering voice, "Pen!"

As long as it was for Xiang Wan, no matter how big the cooperation plan was, he would accept it.

Meng Lan tactfully handed the pen to He Hanchuan, and watched him sign the contract in person, frowning, and couldn't help but envy Xiang Wan, she was really lucky.

"Congratulations to the two presidents. It's a pleasant cooperation. Since Mr. He is injured, why not replace wine with tea?" Meng Lan's lips were smiling, and her charming eyes lingered between them.

Feng Mu smiled, and took the initiative to offer a toast to He Hanchuan, and the latter's handsome face was gloomy, and he clinked glasses with him very depressed.

Ding.

The wine glass made a crisp sound in mid-air.

Putting down the wine glass, Feng Mu called Meng Lan to leave with him, Meng Lan followed him to pack her clothes, and when she bent down, a bruise appeared on her neck.

"Who hit her?" He Hanchuan frowned when he saw her wound, "Is there someone making trouble in the Dream Club?"

(End of this chapter)