CHAPTER 554: CHAPTER 552: PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS NEED PSYCHOLOGICAL REMEDIES

Wen Qiao let out a sharp scream, spinning around to rush outside, but Fu Jinghen was quick to grab her hand, "Wait."

"What’s going on, what’s going on, can’t we talk in the car?"

She had been slow to get moving when she got up, and now she was in such a hurry; Fu Jinghen sighed helplessly, holding onto her wrist to prevent her from running. He then put a hat and mask on her, and only after she was fully equipped did he lead her by the hand out of the hospital room.

Feng Li had been waiting outside for a long time.

Their conversation had not been quiet, and just enough of it had floated through the crack of the door to reach Feng Li’s ears.

Having followed Fu Jinghen for many years, Feng Li believed he could deeply interpret every word the boss said, and his phrase "He will shut up," mundane as it seemed, was actually laced with a threat.

Once the two emerged from the room, Feng Li had already composed his face, glanced at Fu Jinghen, then at Wen Qiao, and a wave of admiration suddenly surged, "Boss Lady, it’s got to be you looking after President Fu. Just one night and look at the dramatic effect; President Fu instantly transformed from a disheveled wanderer into an elite handsome man who commands the business world."

Fu Jinghen: "..."

Who’s the uncle?

And a wanderer?

He figured Feng Li didn’t want to keep working in his current job.

Wen Qiao: "..."

Wasn’t this act a bit much?

Though it did sound quite nice to hear.

Wen Qiao lowered her eyelids and adjusted her mask modestly, responding, "It has nothing to do with me; President Fu naturally has good physical health."

Feng Li made a noise of agreement, "Boss Lady, you’re too modest. As the saying goes, a doctor cures the heart’s troubles, and without you, even with President Fu’s iron constitution, he couldn’t have recovered this quickly."

"..."

Goodness gracious, at this rate, Feng Li would talk her up to be Hua Tuo reincarnated.

Wen Qiao turned to look at Fu Jinghen, raising her eyebrow slightly as if to say, your assistant is really excellent.

For a moment, Fu Jinghen was uncertain whether Wen Qiao’s gesture was sincere or sarcastic; to prevent her from getting angry here, he looked at Feng Li with a warning tone, "You’ve been rather talkative today."

Feng Li waved his hand and laughed, "President Fu, you really don’t understand me; when am I ever not talkative?"

After finishing his sentence, he suddenly felt a chill crawl up his spine, shut his mouth, collected his expression, turned to the side, and with a slight bow like a concierge, made a welcoming gesture, "President Fu, Boss Lady, please."

Fu Jinghen glanced at Feng Li and walked forward, holding Wen Qiao’s hand.

Feng Li followed closely behind.

After a few steps, Wen Qiao suddenly turned around, lifting the brim of her cap, looking at Feng Li, "I’m not your Boss Lady. If you call me that again, I’ll make you shut up."

Feng Li subconsciously wanted to look at the hands of Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen clasped together, thinking to himself that the Boss Lady’s reaction was a bit delayed.

In a flash, he realized.

If he glanced at their hands, attracting Wen Qiao’s attention and causing her to let go of Fu Jinghen’s hand, he wouldn’t even have to do anything before Fu Jinghen would silence him first.

And surely, Fu Jinghen’s methods would be several hundred times more brutal than Wen Qiao’s.

Feng Li restrained his wandering eyes, nodded, and pinched his thumb and index finger together, sliding them across his lips from left to right, mimicking a zipper motion.

Satisfied, Wen Qiao finally turned her head forward.

There was a small step ahead, and not paying attention, Wen Qiao missed it.

She stumbled with a clatter.