With Rong Fan's urgent call, Liang Xuzhou knew that Rong Fan was so nervous might be because Xia Ran, who he was increasingly disliked, knew that this woman must have caused something, but he had to listen to Rong Fan and ran four red lights in a row, and finally stayed at the Rong family mansion within eight minutes.

"Isn't it just a fever? The chairman is like a life-threatening person." Aileng also became less and less popular with this woman who tried every means to torture his boss, and stood outside and muttered.

"Be careful when you speak. If the chairman hears it, just wait to go home and eat yourself." Liang Xuzhou looked at him warningly, then stretched out his little finger, "As long as Mrs. Rong breaks a little nail, it will be the flesh that cuts the heart for our chairman."

"You said the chairman is so kind to her. Is she really mentally ill and torture our chairman like this all day?" Aileng became even more angry when he heard Liang Xuzhou's words.

Liang Xuzhou did not respond, but was silent for a long time before speaking: "This is the chairman's housework. We are outsiders, we don't know the inside story, so it's hard to speak. You must not say anything about Mrs. Rong's bad things in front of the chairman in the future."

"I understand." Aileng muttered dissatisfied.

Rong Fan in the room walked to the balcony and said to Liang Xuzhou below: "I won't go to the company today. There is a meeting where you ask the third brother to serve me. If there is an emergency, send me an email."

After saying that, he turned back without waiting for Liang Xuzhou to react.

Liang Xuzhou pushed his glasses: "If I had known this was the result, let's go."

After listening carefully to Dr. Xu's instructions, Rong Fan in the room looked at Xia Ran with water hanging down and sat next to her. Although he had only two months, he seemed to have never been alone with her in his two lives. He reached out to touch her, which had already subsided but had a pale face.

After looking at her silently for a while, Rong Fan walked downstairs and walked straight towards the kitchen.

"Sir, what do you want? Give me an order, let me do it." The kitchen chef hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Just prepare some ingredients for me." Rong Fan said, unbuttoning the cuffs of the white shirt, rolling up the sleeves, revealing his strong arms. After instructing the chef to wash the ingredients, he cut them with his own hands. Although the cut was very slow and not very regular and even, it was still not bad and could barely catch his eye.

Thinking of her always cooking in the past, he watched her, she would tell him from time to time what to add more flavor to make the dish more delicious, what to add more to the color to make the dish brighter, and what order of steps will affect the taste. He had never cooked it in his life, and even before meeting Xia Ran, he didn't know what many of his dishes were called.
Chapter completed!