She was about to ask, but the man turned his head as if he felt her emotions. His dark eyes gradually became deep, staring straight at her, as if looking at an ignorant child, "I still have a meeting.
, let the doctor bandage you again, do you understand?"
Luo Wanqing paused, and then gave him a bright smile, "I understand, uncle."
This tone sounded rather perfunctory at first glance. As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the CEO's office became solemn again.
Gu Lanchen frowned and just stared at her quietly, as if he wanted to see through her.
How could he not be aware of her little thoughts? He felt that he had denied her ability.
The man sighed, and a deep voice escaped from his throat, "Be good, and my promise to you will be fulfilled soon."
The next second, Luo Wanqing actually stepped forward and stood on tiptoe to smooth the man's frown.
The milky face suddenly enlarged, and for a moment the girl's fragrance penetrated the tip of his nose, and Gu Lanchen's heartbeat also jumped.
But as soon as the girl moved, she retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted, and smiled awkwardly, "Second uncle, I went to find a doctor."
Gu Lan stared at her with his dark eyes, and there was unexpected warmth in his deep voice, "Well, go ahead."
After watching the girl leave, Gu Lan sank into the conference room.
Indoors, the air pressure is extremely low, and the cold air is like a net, tightly covering the place.
Gu Lanchen's slender fingers hooked up the pen and tapped the table rhythmically, one after another.
For a time, none of the senior executives dared to speak.
"Go on." The man's deep voice sounded, and several executives seemed to have been saved and began to report their work.
Within half an hour, Gu Lanchen came out and saw the doctor bandaging the girl at the door.
He just frowned slightly, and the air around him became cold.
Seeing that several doctors were hesitant to speak, he calmly said, "How is it?"
A doctor stepped forward and said implicitly, "Mr. Gu, Miss Luo's injury was treated properly and the wound was very shallow, so it's not serious, but..."
The doctor paused when he saw the man's impatient expression, "It's just the shape and location of the wound. It doesn't look like it was injured by a sharp object..."
Halfway through the words, the point was made, why didn't Gu Lanchen understand the meaning of these words?
Doesn't it mean that the little girl scratched herself?
The man came back to his senses and waved his hand, "Okay."
But underneath his calm expression, it was clear that huge waves were surging.
In the lounge, Luo Wanqing was doing homework.
The girl was biting the tip of the pen with her neat teeth, as if thinking. After hearing the knock on the door, she looked towards the door in confusion.
"Miss Luo, let's have a glass of milk."
What he saw was a woman wearing a professional skirt, with long, silky hair hanging lazily over her shoulders.
It turned out to be Song Yayue, the second young lady of the Song family, who was forced by the Song family to work next to Gu Lanchen as the assistant to the president.
Without much communication, Luo Wanqing could tell from the woman's eyes that Song Yayue didn't like her.
Sure enough, Song Yayue put down the milk the next second and stared straight at her, looking up and down.
"Thanks."
Luo Wanqing spoke politely, without raising his head, and didn't bother to pay attention to the woman's unkind gaze.
"I heard that the Luo family's old house was burned down. Miss Luo didn't go to mourn, so why was she so leisurely doing her homework in Lanchen's lounge?"
Song Yayue half-leaned against the door, raised her fingers, and admired her newly made manicure, with a look of arrogance on her face.
The two of them were clearly far apart, but Luo Wanqing could clearly hear the sarcasm in her words.
She held the ballpoint pen tightly with her fingers and met Song Yayue's gaze without fear.
"Auntie, I'm still young and I can't make the decision on many things. Why don't you go ask your second uncle?"
Luo Wanqing's eyebrows were curved, clearly saying that Gu Lanchen was her parent.
She didn't expect that Song Yayue didn't understand what she meant at all!
Song Yayue's expression changed instantly after hearing this, she stepped forward, pointed at her nose and shouted loudly.
"You are now a down-and-out dog that can be bullied by anyone. Lan Chen takes you in just because he pities you. You'd better not take yourself seriously."
The next second, Luo Wanqing stood up, gently held the finger pointing to her, and then gave it a little strength.
Song Yayue's face twisted in pain instantly, her eyes widened in disbelief, "What are you doing! Let me go!"
As the distance got closer, she could clearly see Luo Wanqing's true appearance.
Her girlish skin is as white and flawless as jade, her beautiful eyes are flowing, and she has a sense of purity that seems to have been invaded by water. Even if she is only wearing a school uniform, she exudes a sense of dignity.
Instead, her carefully applied makeup made her look like an old woman!
And the strength in her hands is not small. The Luo family is a medical family, and Luo Wanqing is the only descendant of the Luo family...
She wants to kill her! How dare she!
Luo Wanqing curled her lips and spoke word by word, "I advise Miss Song to position herself first. As the assistant to the president, is this your Gu family's way of hospitality?"
Her cold eyes passed over Song Yayue, and the strength in her hands was reduced by half, but just this look made Song Yayue's body covered with goosebumps.
"No matter what happens to our Luo family, as long as I am alive for one day, no one is allowed to say anything bad about my Luo family. Also, my second uncle is not pitying me, he is now my guardian."
"What? This is impossible!" Song Yayue's face changed drastically and she screamed.
Luo Wanqing let go of his hand, sat back down, and looked at her with a smile, but he seemed to be looking at a poor person, "If you want to cling to my second uncle, the first thing you should do is please me, not point at me.
The nose scolded."
"You..." Song Yayue covered her fingers. Although the pain was relieved a lot, she was still choked and couldn't say a word.
"Lin Han has very high authority and status, but he actually brought you in personally, and in this CEO lounge, only Lan Chen himself has rested here..."
"Tell me, did you use any tricks to make him treat you so well?"
Hearing this, Luo Wanqing chuckled lightly and turned his pen. His eyes were full of leisure, as if the person who exerted force on his hand just now was not her.
"I think the Gu family really needs to raise the threshold for recruiting people. People without quality must be excluded first."
"Oh, yes, people who like President Gu's cannot be recruited."
She was no longer annoyed and glanced at Song Yayue lightly.
The look that fell into Song Yayue's eyes was even more dazzling.
She was just a yellow-haired little girl. Why did she dare to talk to her like this? She could tell from just a few words that she liked Gu Lanchen!
The sharp nails dug into the palms of her hands, and Song Yayue seemed to have a fire in her heart that was already burning.
Her eyes became sinister, and she looked at the hot milk next to the table with a cruel heart.