Sweet Marriage With The CEO

No one in the world has been hurt. Apologizing and kowtowing can reveal the truth of the past.

The injury has been engraved in the heart, no matter whether it is deep or shallow. If it is hurt, it is hurt, and what should have happened has already happened. If you apologize at will, you want to expose it. How can you appear here?

"I'm more like a person than Mr. Huo. At least I don't have the habit of abusing people. What I always implement is to cut the mess with a quick knife." Zhan Lingyun said.

"Are you not afraid of being pointed at and scolded by others when you do this?"

"Zhan Lingyun is never afraid of gossip. I'm just ashamed of people who don't know what's right and wrong." Zhan Lingyun Eagle Falcon looked around and said sarcastically.

"Mr. Huo, remember what you owe, I'll get it back for them one by one." Zhan Lingyun passed by him and whispered in his ear.

"We'll see." Huo Chao said slightly.

Zhan Lingyun hooked his lips and left without hesitation.

Looking at their backs as they left, Huo Chao ordered the bodyguard to carry the two people lying on the ground into the hospital for treatment.

The protagonist left, and the onlookers dispersed one after another.

With the help of the nurse, the Dean finally untied the rope and spit out the cotton socks in his mouth.

"Vomit..." thinking of the smell of socks, I felt nausea and retched with my hands on the wall.

Huo Chao came to the hospital to find the president. He was surprised to see that he kept spraying disinfectant into his mouth.

"Mr. Huo, you... Why are you here?" the dean asked.

"Why can't I come?" Huo Chao looked at him, smelling the disinfectant in the air and frowned.

"My patient, I don't know why Dean Yao let him be taken away by others?"

"Mr. Huo, I'm really sorry. I've tried my best to stop it, but Zhan Shao has a bodyguard. How can I stop it when I'm over half a hundred? There's nothing I can do!" the dean said bitterly.

Huo Chao also knows that he can't stop Zhan Lingyun.

"OK, I see." Huo Chao said.

Zhan Lingyun took Yang Fan, who was weak and unconscious, back to Kyoto and arranged the best doctor for him.

After the doctor checked it out, Zhan Lingyun asked, "how's it going?"

"The wound is severely burned, the skin is wrinkled and dehydrated. Fortunately, the body belongs to skin trauma. It doesn't hurt the internal organs, but his injury is very difficult to recover. If he doesn't pay attention, he will be infected. In addition, the injury on his hand is seriously fractured, of which the left hand is the most, and the static blood vessels on the back of his hand are damaged. It's difficult to lift heavy objects in the future." the doctor said.

After that, the doctor stood aside, quietly, without saying a word.

After a long time, Zhan Lingyun took a breath and said, "give him the best medicine."

"OK."

Yang Fan turned to Kyoto, opened his eyes, looked at the white ceiling, hung a needle water rack on the top, and hung a bottle of hanging water.

Is he in the hospital?

He's still alive.

The nurse in charge of taking care of him pushed the door in and saw that he was awake. He smiled and said, "are you awake?"

"Are you?" asked the husky voice.

"I'm the nurse who takes care of you."

"Oh..." Yang Fan answered weakly and laboriously, then closed his mouth and didn't answer.

At the moment, all he knows is that he is in the hospital,

Just, will Huo Chao be so kind? Send him to the hospital for treatment.

The wound on the body hurts like hell when you move.

Yang Fan closed his eyes and didn't want to ask or see.

Now, his heart is very tired.

Seeing that he was tired and didn't want to talk, the nurse only did his own things quietly, silent and silent.

Zhan Lingyun's video of cruelly treating a bodyguard begging for mercy at the gate of Z City Hospital spread like wildfire on the Internet.

There are countless people condemning him on the Internet.

Scolded him for neglecting human life, not taking other people's life and dignity seriously, and not worthy of being a person.

Others accused him of relying on his own forces, having no law and ignoring the laws of the state.

A group of people who have no clear reason are all publishing their opinions on the Internet.

Zhan Lingyun looked at the online comments and smiled sarcastically.

"Go and publish the whole story," Zhan Lingyun said to Zheng Yu.

"Yes, always planted." Zheng Yu replied.

Subsequently, Zheng Yu published on the company's official microblog, saying: "In view of the various condemnations and criticisms against our company on the Internet recently, we need to make a few clarifications. First, punish them in public, not because they are arrogant, have no eyes for the law and do not respect the law; second, as for why they should be abolished, it is because they should be abolished; third, scold Zhan Shao's keyboard man on the Internet, but we already know the whole story? If not, we It is suggested that we should learn more about the causes of things and come here to comment on three things and four things. Otherwise, we will have the right to accuse you of framing; fourth, when commenting on others, please check your actions and words, and then publish them. Please think twice before you act. "

"The above is the clarification we have made. If we see inappropriate words again on the Internet, don't blame us for being rude."

The following comments are sharper and more ironic.

However, Zhan Lingyun didn't see it again. Zheng Yu told the public relations department to report one by one and ask for compensation.

Zhan Lingyun got off work at noon and went to the hospital. Yang Fan, who was lying in the hospital, kept his eyes closed from beginning to end.

"Zhan Shao." pushing open the door of the ward, Zhan Lingyun went in and the nurse shouted respectfully.

Hearing her shout "Zhan Shao", Yang Fan, who was not asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Boss..." seeing the familiar face, Yang Fan shouted in a hoarse voice. For a moment, tears fell on his face.

"Are you hungry? I brought you clear porridge." Zhan Lingyun took the porridge from Zheng Yu and asked.

Yang Fan bit his broken lip and nodded his head.

He is hungry and thirsty.

Zhan Lingyun personally raised the bed to make him lean against it.

The nurse went to Zhan Lingyun and said, "Zhan, let me come!"

"No."

Zhan Lingyun took the bowl and fed him with his own hands. Yang Fan looked at him carefully and opened his mouth to eat.

He is one of the few people who can be taken care of by himself!

Gratitude, moved from the bottom of my heart.

After eating half a bowl of porridge, Zhan Lingyun asked, "do you want some more?"

"No." Yang Fan shook his head.

"Boss, thank you."

Thank you for saving me, thank you for bringing me to the hospital, thank you for your care

"We are comrades in arms and brothers. There is no thanks between brothers." Zhan Lingyun stretched out his fist and whispered.

Looking at the fist in front of him, Yang Fan laboriously raised his hand to hold the fist and collided with him.

Four eyes looked at each other, and the face blossomed.

At this moment, they seemed to have returned to the army.

"Yes." Yang Fan nodded.

Xiaomeng reached out and took the bowl in the nurse's hand and said, "give it to me! I'll feed you. You go first."

"OK." the nurse nodded and got up to leave the ward.

Xiaomeng sat on the chair and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

After eating the porridge, Yang Fan stared at Xiaomeng without saying a word. He looked at her like he engraved her in the bottom of his heart.

Xiaomeng was so uncomfortable that he touched his cheek and asked, "what are you doing looking at me like this? Are there flowers on my face?"

"Yes, a beautiful flower." Yang Fan nodded his head and said seriously.

Xiao Meng blushed and scolded with his eyes.

Yang Fan's bitten lip has healed and cracked. At the moment, it looks scary. His hands are wrapped in white gauze, like zongzi.

"Does it hurt?" Xiaomeng held his hand wrapped in gauze and asked painfully.

"No pain."

With her, it doesn't hurt at all.

Xiaomeng lifted his hand sleeve and saw his white ferocious wound and wrinkled skin. When he transposed to himself, he felt incomparable pain.

How can you say it doesn't hurt when you're hurt like this?

If she said it didn't hurt, she would never believe it.

Xiaomeng took good care of him in the hospital for ten days. He saw that he could get out of bed and walk. His wrinkled skin soaked in salt water slowly returned to normal color, and the wound was healing.

Xiaomeng found a wheelchair, helped him sit well, and pushed him downstairs to bask in the sun.

"When you are well, let's go and play together." Xiaomeng looked at the passers-by and said.

"OK," Yang Fan replied happily without thinking about it.

He doesn't dislike her. Even if he is not her first man, he just hopes that she won't dislike him.

On his body, there are countless scars, ugly and ugly, and there is no sense of beauty.

Then, no one spoke, sat quietly, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

After some experience, people will grow and their mood will change.

Recently, Zhan Lingyun has been very busy. She has to work until midnight every day to go home.

Previously, Xiao Wei still lived in Zhan Lingyun's villa and was taken care of by Aunt Che. Chen MingEn returned to his apartment and found a job again.

Huo Xingtao pushed into Huo's pharmaceutical industry step by step according to the plan, attracted people's hearts and made friends with the company's senior management.

He listened to Zhan Lingyun about what happened to Yang Fan's little dream. He felt sorry for their experience. At the same time, he also had a deep understanding of Huo Chao's ruthlessness.

"I'm sorry," Huo Xingtao said.

"I accepted the apology for them. It's just that I don't want similar things to happen again. The action needs to be accelerated."

"I see." Huo Xingtao replied coldly.

Put away his mobile phone. Huo Xingtao stood in front of the window and looked at the colorful neon lights outside. His eyes were calm without waves.

Soon, soon.

In a while, he can see them.

A pleasant piano sounded in the quiet office. Huo Xingtao connected and shouted, "brother."

"Tomorrow?"

"Then I'll pick you up at the airport."

"No matter how busy you are, you can find time." Huo Xingtao said dismissively.

Work is important, but so is family.

There are hundreds of millions of people in this world, but only a few are related by blood.

People grow old day by day. When they are young, they take into account their work and don't go home all day. All they think and read is work. When their relatives are old, their youth is no longer young and their hair is white, looking back on the past, I don't know whether it is bitter or sweet, sour or astringent.

Life is really too short, fleeting.

"That's it. I'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow." Huo Xingtao decided directly.

It has been seven years since he was moved abroad to recuperate. He hasn't seen him for seven years, and he doesn't often get in touch. He's only been more frequent recently.

The next day, Huo Xingtao dressed neatly, wore a tie in front of the mirror, trimmed his skirt and fastened a pin.

Go downstairs, have breakfast and drive to the airport.