Shan Shan thinks for a long moment and then asks haltingly: “Actually, should I know you?”
Yan Qing wipes his sweats: “Miss Xue, you’re an employee of Feng Teng. When you were trained as a new employee, did you not learn about the history of the company or visit the company’s website?”
Shan Shan’s mouth forms an O. She, she remembers now &h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;
Feng Teng (name of the company) &h.e.l.lip;.. Feng Teng (name of the boss written differently in Chinese) &h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;
So he is the president &h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip; the big, big, big boss of the company.
Shan Shan obediently sits in front of the maternity ward to wait to donate blood.
She is made to undergo an examination by the boss, to ensure she is healthy and the blood type is a match.
A woman giving birth is indeed in danger. Shan Shan obediently gives up 300CC of blood. The woman is out of danger.
Shan Shan leaves the hospital amidst heaps of grat.i.tude from Yan Qing, walking a bit then stops to look up at the moon and sighs.
“Capitalists are really blood suckers, without any compa.s.sion, without any compa.s.sion.”
Shan Shan shakes her head, not paying attention to a black sports car parking not far behind. After hearing the sigh, the man in the back seat twitches the corners of his mouth, then closes the car window that he has just opened.
“Go home.”
“President, didn’t you say you wanted to give Miss Xue a lift home?”
“Not anymore.”
The man says blankly, “Capitalists have no compa.s.sion.”
Author’s Note: This Mr. Feng is an arrogant handsome man but I don’t know how to write about handsome man >_<。Thus, I am sorry Mr. Feng = =.