I can cure the boss if he is sick

Chapter 145 Why is it so sour?

Almost at the same time as Nan Xi's voice fell, Gong Zhengyu responded immediately without any hesitation, "Okay."

Hang Yu didn't know how to describe his mood at that time, perhaps because he was washed too often by the stormy waves, he felt that if someone could give him a handful of melon seeds, he would be able to sit down immediately, watch the boss's play, and gnaw on it. Looking at the boss's melon, it's simply not too cool.

Who would have thought that when the senior management of the traffic department and the city hall handed over olive branches wave after wave, the boss ignored them, and what would happen when Hang Yu was worried that this matter would go up to the ceiling?Once it reached that level, it might not be the boss's private matter, but the boss' attitude at that time was resolute, no matter what the price was, he would never compromise half a step.

But he never expected that when everyone had nothing to do with the boss, the wife just asked softly "Is it okay?" The boss's attitude changed immediately, and the boss's "Yes" Not only was the matter settled, but Hang Yu felt that half his life had been recovered. After all, all the pressure was on him now. Since he was reprimanded in the morning, the boss has completely forbidden him to send any more messages.

Nan Xi smiled, and asked again, "Then can the people from the accident investigation department come in now?"

Gong Zhengyu nodded, then turned to look at Hang Yu.

Hang Yu immediately put down the packing box in his hand, went to the door and called someone in.

After the two parties signed, the tug-of-war finally made a healthy progress.

Nan Xi said to Qing Wei: "I heard that the driver was seriously injured. I hope you can treat him with all your heart. If his injury will affect his future life and work, in terms of compensation, I hope you can afford it." I don’t want these supplements, if you must, give them to the driver!”

"Thank you, Mrs. Gong!" Qing Wei bowed slightly, "We will definitely bear what we have to bear!"

Then he stretched out his right hand and shook hands politely.

Looking at Qingwei's outstretched hand, Nan Xi smiled slightly, and was about to raise her hand when she remembered the injury on her right shoulder. She was about to speak, but she didn't expect that someone had already extended her hand faster than her.

I saw that Gong Zhengyu grabbed Qing Wei's hand first, exerted force on his wrist, and paused slightly. The gentle Qing Wei obviously lost to Gong Zhengyu's prepared wrist.

Qing Wei frowned in pain, Gong Zhengyu said coldly, "Go slowly, I won't see you off."

After speaking, the man let go of his hand.

Hang Yu was watching the fun, and couldn't help moving his nose. The room is so sour, the vinegar is so strong, isn't it just a handshake?Boss, what about this killing spree?
Qing Wei rubbed his painful hand, his thin lips curled slightly, "Farewell."

Qing Wei left, and at Nan Xi's request, he took away those tonics, but the bouquet of flowers remained.

Nan Xi looked at Hang Yu, "Assistant Hang, please help me bring that empty vase over."

Gong Zhengyu guessed what she wanted to do, he looked at the flower in her arms, and asked, "Do you like this flower?"

Nanxi nodded.

Gong Zhengyu picked up the bouquet of flowers and threw it to Hang Yu, "The flowers are no longer fresh, buy a bunch as they are."

Nan Xi was stunned for a while, these are obviously newly bought flowers, each one is so fresh, with dew dripping on it, why are they not fresh?
Hang Yu took it, "Okay, Mr. Gong."

When turning to leave, Hang Yu brought the flowers to the tip of his nose and smelled them.

Hmm...why is it so sour?

It was only then that Nanxi realized that Gong Zhengyu would not have agreed to the settlement if she hadn't made the signing on her own initiative, and the flower was given by the party responsible for the incident, so he minded so much, right?

Nan Xi changed the subject obediently, "I can smell sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Well, eat!" The man said in a low voice, set the table up, and turned around to get the packing box.

(End of this chapter)