Fortunately, Fu Chengyuan was good at it and quickly stopped the car, but at a glance he caught the document in her hand: "The doctor prescribed medicine? Give it to me, I'll go check out."

"No," Shi Sangluo took the document back from him: "I'll fill out the application myself and hand it over to the administrative department for reimbursement."

Fu Chengyuan frowned: "Isn't it all I paid in the end?"

"It's different. I'm reimbursed for the administration. I'm leaving the company's account. I'm injured for the company. This is the welfare that I should enjoy as a company employee and it has nothing to do with you personally."

After prescribing the medicine and paying the fee, Shi Sangluo directly called an online car-hailing car.

Fu Chengyuan followed her all the time and left the hospital gate together. When he saw an online car-hailing car parked in front of her, he suddenly grabbed her hand: "I have a car."

Shi Sangluo said: "I don't want to drive."

Fu Chengyuan frowned: "I didn't let you open, I'll open it."

"I can't afford this kind of blessing when the secretary takes the bus and the boss drives."

As she said that, she opened the car door for online car-hailing and sat in, and reported the address of the Fu Group Building to the driver.

Fu Chengyuan was still standing outside, holding her car door tightly and staring at her.

"What else does Mr. Fu have to give?"

“Down.”

The mulberry leaves no longer move.

He said: "I know this has caused you aggrieved. You come down and we will talk while we go."

"What are you talking about?"

Fu Chengyuan gritted his teeth: "Talk about your mental loss?"

Shi Sangluo raised his eyebrows with interest and did not immediately reject it.

Seeing that her attitude softened, Fu Chengyuan reached out to pull her: "Let's go."

But Shi Sangluo shook his hand away: "Let's chat again during working hours, and I'll talk about it later when I get to the company."

Fu Chengyuan pointed to his watch: "It's 10:30 in the morning now, and it's already working hours."

"But I haven't checked in yet," Shi Sangluo said: "Don't worry, Mr. Fu, I'm late today. According to the company's rules and regulations, I will deduct half a day's salary, and I won't ask the company for a penny."

"Shisangluo!"

"But today is still counting the work day. After this afternoon, there are still sixteen days left. Mr. Fu, see you in the company later."

After saying that, she turned to the driver and said, "Master, drive."

The driver was a little embarrassed: "The car door is not closed, it's not safe."

"It's okay, I'll help you."

"But……"

Crazy-

The sprinkler truck passed by, splashing a piece of mud and water.

Fu Chengyuan's pants were all wet, the car door was open, and even the coolness of water dripping on her calves could be felt.

At the same time, Fu Chengyuan, who had been holding the car door, also let go of his hand, and squatted down in pain.

The driver reminded her: "Girl, he seems to be injured."

Shi Sangluo was not very convinced.

But the pants are wet, how lethal can the splashed mud water have?

She turned around and saw Fu Chengyuan squatting on the ground with his hands on his forehead. She couldn't see his expression, but could hear his slightly painful panting.

"Mr. Fu?"

She called out, and he said softly "um".

"Are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me, just leave if you want."

Shi Sangluo asked: "Are you really okay?"

"Um."

"Then I'll leave."

"Um."

Shi Sangluo gently pulled the car door and said to the driver: "Let's go."

The car slowly drove out and walked out nearly a hundred meters. Shi Sang Luo turned around and looked at the rear windshield again. Fu Chengyuan was still squatting in place, not moving.

It's been too long.

The driver looked at her from the rearview mirror: "Girl, do you want to go back and take a look?"

Shi Sangluo turned around and stopped looking at him, but turned to look ahead: "I won't go."

Isn't it good for the child to keep squatting?

Mostly pretend.

Just a bitter trick.

This kind of trick is OK to deceive the kind young girl. She has long passed the age of innocence, love, and sympathy. If Feng Ying was in China now, she would probably call Feng Ying and ask her to take care of the "wounded". She would definitely be very willing.

The driver was a little gossiped: "You young couple are quarreling?"

"No, he is my boss."

"Ah? Boss..."

The driver was probably surprised by her behavior of shyizing the boss.

"Um."

She didn't want to explain much, and just as the text message came in on her mobile phone, she took out her cell phone to check it out.
Chapter completed!