Chapter 213 You still care about my face, don't you?
Wang Baishi is an internationally renowned plastic surgery expert with a pair of skillful hands that can rejuvenate and turn decay into magic.
The face he transformed does not show any traces of artificial carving, it is very natural.
Many superstars around the world are his regular customers.
Of course, the fees are also sky-high, and ordinary starlets simply cannot afford them.
I have been abroad before, but I returned to China in the past two years and established my own medical beauty studio.
Celebrities of all sizes in the entertainment industry came out in droves to visit Wang's Studio.
Even if they don’t hesitate to pay sky-high medical costs, they also want to make up for the flaws in their facial features or make their faces more perfect in front of the camera.
Unfortunately, Wang Baishi is too rich and has a tricky personality, so he only works based on his mood.
It takes several months to take on a job.
Even the biggest names in the country were met with disappointment.
Professor Wang is also very good at skin repair.
It is said that there was once an actress in Hollywood who was famous for her beauty. She accidentally fell into a fire while filming and lost half of her face.
Thanks to Wang Baishi's personal repairs, he was able to return to the screen in a year without any trace of burns.
I just didn't expect that Huo Shenxiu actually made an appointment with Wang Baishi and asked Wang Baishi to treat the scars at Nanting.
"Ask him to contact Professor Wang and go directly to Wang's studio. Except for scars, if he is dissatisfied with any part of his body, he can ask Professor Wang to help fix it. The account can be kept in my name."
Huo Shenxiu put down his words, straightened his collar, and prepared to go out.
This favor must be big enough, right?
There is no need for this little woman to feel like she owes that Nan Ting all day long.
Su Mi calmed down and shouted: "Second uncle——"
He stopped and turned around: "What do you think you owe him?"
Su Mi probed: "Is Professor Wang really that good at plastic surgery and medical beauty?"
He narrowed his eyes: "I think you should know this better than me."
"In that case, you..." She walked over, mustered up her courage, and tested: "Have you ever asked Professor Wang to try... to repair your face?"
The man moved suddenly and then stopped.
The air around him also seemed to be stagnant.
Su Mi was a little nervous, but she didn't regret testing him.
Because she really wanted to know why he was wearing a mask even though he was not disfigured.
Finally, he walked over slowly, his eyes tilted slightly downward and fell on her, making her feel as if she was chilled:
"As expected, you still care about my face, don't you?"
"...That's not what I meant. I just think that since Wang Baishi has no failure cases and can even heal the face of a severely burned actress, why don't you go find him and give it a try?" Su Mi raised her eyelashes.
Bullet, and said:
"Well, why don't I contact Professor Wang and ask him to look at the injury on your face?"
She wanted to force him to tell her directly that he was not disfigured at all.
Huo Shenxiu couldn't see anything strange in his eyes, and just said calmly: "I have tried many doctors. It's no use. If the injury of more than 20 years could be cured, it would have been cured long ago. No matter how powerful Wang Baishi's medical skills are, he is still a human being, not a god.
."
Su Mi frowned and wanted to tell him, "You're a liar!"
You are not disfigured at all, how could you have tried so many doctors?
But he still couldn't question it directly.
This is his biggest secret.
Hidden for so many years.
Then I definitely don’t want to be exposed easily.
If she exposed it directly, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't make him furious.
And I was afraid of causing any trouble for him.
Thinking like this, she stopped talking.
Huo Shenxiu saw that she was silent but had something to say, so he took two steps closer and lifted her face up.
What a wonderful face.
The skin is delicate and fair, with no texture visible.
Her eyebrows are like distant mountain daisy, and her pupils are like the waves of autumn.
It really doesn't match his weird appearance who has been wearing a mask for many years.
The haze in his heart rose again.
The voice that floated out was so calm that it made people feel horrified:
"Does being with me make you feel disgusted?"
Su Mi didn't expect that her casual probing could arouse such a big reaction from him.
In her previous life, she was indeed like this.
But now, she really doesn't think so anymore.
Don't tell me that he wasn't disfigured at all. What was hidden under the mask was a miraculously perfect face.
Even if he is really disfigured, she will not be as childish as in her previous life.
She said seriously: "Second uncle, even if your face cannot be cured, I will not hate you."
Really? His scrutinizing eyes flowed to her cheeks.
Finally, let go.
Just pretend that you haven't asked, turn around and go out.
…
After leaving Huayuan, Huo Shenxiu got into the car.
Han Fei was driving in front.
He sat in the back seat, rubbing his fingertips absentmindedly, thoughtfully.
A pair of eyes stared out the window, slightly absent-minded.
Although he has been avoiding the issue of his face.
But this problem will not really disappear because of this.
The little woman still wanted his face to be cured.
yes.
How could you not want to?
What woman wants the man next to her to be an unrecognizable, shameless monster?
What woman doesn’t want the men around her to be handsome young men like Nan Ting and Huo Lang?
Even if she sincerely says that she doesn't hate herself, deep down in her heart, does she really think so?
…
As soon as he entered the Huo Group and went upstairs, Huo Shenxiu could sense that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
He put away his thoughts in Huayuan, probably guessed what happened, and made a gesture.
Han Fei understood the meaning, lowered his head and turned around.
He strode into the president's office.
Sure enough, after a while, Han Fei came in and reported in a low voice what he had just learned outside:
"Second Master, Mr. Lang came to the company early this morning and called all the shareholders of the group's board of directors -"
really.
Huo Shenxiu narrowed his eyes and tapped his long fingertips on the table under his eyelids.
"I don't know what Mr. Lang wants to do." Han Fei frowned, "I'll go out and find out."
At the same time, the phone line rang.
Huo Shenxiu pressed down.
The secretary's voice floated out:
"Mr. Huo, Mr. Lang and the shareholders of the group are waiting for you in the conference room. They said that they want to hold an important shareholders' meeting and your attendance is needed."
He hung up the phone and raised his eyelids:
"No need to ask."
…
conference room.
Huo Lang was dressed in a black suit, neatly and delicately packed, with a bright look on his face. Sitting at the side of the conference table, he seemed to be the backbone of the Huo Group.
"Alang, why did you call us here today?"
After the senior members of the group entered the conference room, their curiosity spiked.
At this moment, I couldn’t wait to ask questions.
The old shareholders present were all very young, and they were all senior officials who had followed Huo Qidong into the country.
There are two of them, even older than Huo Qidong.
I have a very close relationship with the Huo family, and I can be considered to have watched Huo Lang grow up.
So even if he is called Huolang in the group, he is always called Alang.
Huo Lang was calm and calm, still sitting with his arms folded, calmly:
"Dear uncles and uncles, don't worry, we will wait until the second uncle comes."