The president sent me food

"Brother Huang, you are back." Han Chuan rushed to the side of the car and knocked on the door, regardless of the car that had just stopped.

"Don't die, who told you to stop in front of my car."

"Hee hee... Who doesn't know Brother Huang's driving skills, I trust you if it's okay."

"Thank you, but I don't believe in myself." Si Huang, who had just lost to Xi Muchen, was not in a good mood, and these words sounded like sarcasm now.

"What's the matter? Here's another old guy trying to embarrass you. If you want me to tell you, just listen to me and ask a professional manager to come back and manage the company for you. It's only right for you to stay at the club with peace of mind."

"All right, all right, don't come up with blind ideas, tell me what you can do with me."

Han Chuan opened the door and sat in, and the car drove into the garage.

The two entered the room side by side.

Han Chuan poured himself a glass of water, "Brother Huang, where is your housekeeper?"

"Stay with my dad in the hospital."

"Does the servant also accompany uncle?"

"Nonsense, twenty or so people are all going to the hospital, do you think it was run by your family?"

"Resigned?"

"Otherwise, I won't be home all day, so I'll keep a bunch of servants fighting landlords?"

"Hee hee too, I think it's hard work for you as the president, otherwise..."

"Stop it, tell me quickly if you have something to do, I don't have the time to talk to you."

Si Huang's mind was in a mess. There was the matter of Xi's factory, the plan that Xi Muchen drew for him, and the words Xi Muchen said. The two chases tonight disturbed him and he urgently needed to calm down and calm down. Squeeze your mind.

"The Tournament Association issued a competition notice. There will be a professional competition next month. I want to ask you..."

"Arrange Ah Hao and the others to play, it doesn't matter if you win the prize or not." Si Huang rubbed his eyebrows for a rare time without a smile on his face.

Knowing his embarrassment, Han Chuan said no more, "Okay, you can take care of the company's affairs at ease, the club has me."

"Thank you." Si Huang forced a smile with difficulty.

"Who am I with you? Say thank you and we'll see each other."

"Ha...that's right, I'll treat you to a drink when I'm done with this work."

"Besides, how is uncle now?"

After the old man entered the ICU, Han Chuan took someone to see him once, but he didn't dare to ask Si Huang carefully because he was afraid that Si Huang would feel uncomfortable.

"That's it. The doctor told me to endure it, I'm afraid it won't get better." Si Huang took a long breath and stroked his face with his hands.

Han Chuan raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder twice, "Let me lean on your shoulder for a while?"

"***."

"Haha... It's okay, uncle is still waiting for you to develop his company, but I don't want to see you cry because of him."

"Who's crying, it's because of the pain." Si Huang got up and made a gesture to make a move.

Han Chuan jumped away begging for mercy, "Haha...it's fine if you don't have one, then I'm leaving, you should rest early, and see how haggard that face looks."

"..."

Han Chuan walked to the door and took a deep look at the man leaning on the sofa covering his eyes.

He used to be high-spirited, galloping on the field, surly and unrestrained, and fearless. He never thought that he would be burdened by the family business.

Is racing already a pastime for him that he can win or lose?

No one knows what racing means to Si Huang, and no one knows what the decision not to compete means to Si Huang. His heart is not as calm as it seems on the surface.

But what can he do, is it possible that he can really leave the company and walk away, leaving behind the career that his ancestors have worked hard for for the sake of his father's unsatisfactory happiness?

Si Huang is not that big and meaningless, but he can't just walk away.

Si Huang got up and went upstairs, took a hot shower and adjusted his emotions extremely quickly, then turned and walked into the study.

Soon the picture drawn by Xi Muchen on the ground appeared vividly on the paper.

He turned his head to the pen in his hand, recalling Xi Muchen's determination when he said that the Xi's factory was going to be moved, he couldn't figure out where his affirmative tone came from.

Si Huang took the phone and saw that it was already twelve o'clock, forget it, the little brother is hard at work so don't bother others.

Si Huang laughed, got up and went back to the bedroom.

Habitually looking at the medals and trophies in the wall cabinet, Si Huang walked over and drew the curtain of the cabinet.

The insomnia was more severe than he had imagined... It was almost lunch time when he arrived at the company.

The secretary knocked on the door and came in, "President Si, a girl is looking for you."

"girl?"

"Well, it seems that they are here to deliver food, but I asked her to put the things down and she refused, so she insisted on handing them over to you." The secretary explained.

"Okay, I see. You asked her to come directly."

"Yes."

The secretary opened and closed the door, Si Huang leaned on the boss chair and rubbed the space between his brows.

Why hasn't the little brother come yet? He has too many questions to ask him.

There was a knock on the door, and a lovely girl came in from outside.

Si Huang's eyes curved, "Are you looking for me?"

"Si... Hello, President Si, I'm here to deliver food." Xi Muya picked up the meal bag.

When Si Huang saw the familiar bag, his eyes were slightly startled, and it took him a while to understand what was going on.

He took the bag with a somewhat disappointed expression, "Why didn't the handsome guy who delivered the food come?"

"Hey... President Si likes handsome guys, but doesn't he like beautiful women?"

Si Huang was startled, and looked up at Xi Muya.

It was only when Xi Muya met Si Huang's gaze that she realized what she had said, her face flushed instantly, she quickly waved her hands and said, "I...I didn't mean that, it's not that I didn't mean to say I'm beautiful...I...Anyway... .”

The more she explained, the more chaotic she became, Xi Muya was so nervous that she didn't know what she was talking about.

"Pfft...don't be nervous, you are beautiful, I'll just ask casually, do you understand?" Si Huang was amused by the little girl's flustered explanation.

"Hey... President Si, you...you look so pretty when you smile." Xi Muya froze for a moment, her big eyes stared straight.

Si Huang was taken aback again, although he was often stared at, but he had never met such a straightforward girl, and felt a little embarrassed to be stared at inexplicably.

He put his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly, then sat back on the boss chair, "You know me?"

"Yes, yes, two years ago, Xi Muya sponsored the cross-country rally, and I was the sponsor of the sponsor... cheerleaders, cheerleaders." Xi Muya laughed, almost slipping the tongue.

Si Huang probably still doesn't know the real identity of his elder brother, so he must not let it go.

"Oh, you like racing cars?"

"Yeah, I like it."

"Speaking of which, the handsome guy who delivered the food before seems to be interested in racing cars, you are..." Si Huang wanted to ask what kind of relationship you two had, but felt that he was being too abrupt.

He paused on the verge of speaking, and gave Xi Muya a slight look.

"We are brothers and sisters, and he is my elder brother." Xi Muya hurriedly said, as if she was more afraid than Si Huang that she could not explain clearly her relationship with Xi Muchen.

"Oh... is that so, you are brothers and sisters, hehe..."

He laughed inadvertently, not realizing that the answer made him feel very happy.

"Yes, we are brother and sister, so... Si... President Si, can you sign for me?" Xi Muya stepped forward and asked carefully.

Si Huang raised his head and looked at Xi Muya, never expecting the little girl to have such a request.

"My name is Si Huang, you can call me by my name, or JK." JK is Si Huang's code name when he was a racing driver, and his fans call him that.

If the little girl came to ask for an autograph, she should be regarded as his fan.

"Really? Can I really call you by your name?"

Si Huang smiled slightly, "Of course, I seem to be joking with you."

"That's not true." Xi Muya blushed and shook her head.

Quickly took out the notebook from the bag and handed it to Si Huang, saying: "JK, you are so handsome, especially when you cross the finish line, open the car door and get out of the car, hold the helmet in your hand, and look back at that moment... Wow ...I feel like my heart is about to stop beating...."

Si Huang finished writing and returned the notebook to the little girl, "Is that an exaggeration?"

"It's not an exaggeration at all, you don't know how attractive you are..." Si Huang couldn't help laughing at the girl's straightforward statement.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, that... I... I really like you, JK, can I come to you again next time?" Seeing Si Huang's smiling face, Xi Muya suddenly became courageous.

"Well... I don't race cars anymore. You see, I have to manage the company now, and I am busy with various entertainments with clients. I am a businessman with a smell of money, not the racing idol you are chasing after. So, little girl... Han Chuan , Han Chuan, you know, the player who won the second place in the competition two years ago, he is also very handsome, you can like him..."

Xi Muya's eye circles turned red all of a sudden, "JK... you... why are you like this, I like you obviously, why do you want me to like someone else, do you not like me, do you think I hate you, or do you say Am I not good-looking?"

Faced with the little girl's aggressive questioning, Si Huang couldn't stand it at all, and was at a loss for a while, "You...don't cry, I...I didn't hate you, and I didn't say you were not good-looking, I...I mean You can change your idol, after all, I don’t race cars anymore.”

"Who said I like you because of your racing car." Xi Muya picked up her notebook, turned and ran out.

Si Huang looked at the slammed office door, confused.

There was a knock on the office door, and Si Huang thought it was Xi Muya who had left and returned, "The door was not closed."

"President Si...what's the situation, that girl?" Liang Yan came in from the outside with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's nothing, a fan from racing before, just asked me for an autograph."

"You didn't sign someone, and you made him cry? If you want me to say this is your fault, isn't it just an autograph, people are still your fans..."

"I said Liang Yan, in your heart I am so cruel and heartless, the one who is stingy even with an autograph and insists on making the little girl cry?"

"Hehe... That's not true, so how on earth did you make the little girl cry?"

Si Huang sighed, and spread his hands helplessly, "I don't know, she cried as soon as she said she was crying, and I didn't even think about what was going on."

"That's impossible. It must be what you said. The little girls nowadays are crazily obsessed with chasing stars and have a glass heart. Even the slightest harsh words of their idols can make them cry. You should remember what you said just now?"