After he vomited, he kept his eyes closed, his expression was very uncomfortable. She finally got an empty car at night and worked with the driver to get him into the car. The driver was afraid that he would vomit it in the car, so Xiaoshui stuffed two hundred yuan to the master, so that the master could start the car with confidence.

She rolled the rear window a little, let the cold wind of winter nights pour in, sobering him up. She asked the master again: "Is there water?"

The master had collected so much money and cooperated very well. He found a bottle of mineral water and threw it behind. She patted his face, opened his mouth, and poured the water in. He was choked and coughed, and he barely drank a few small sips. Then he rolled his eyelids and opened his eyes. His expression was still so painful.

In a corner of this world, there is a woman who doesn't know she is lucky, hurting this person like this.

And in this corner of the world, she was completely hurt by this drunk man.

"She doesn't know if you torture yourself like this."

"I don't need her to know, she doesn't have me in her heart."

"Then are you still thinking about her?"

"I can't bear to forget her."

Cao, this dialogue can be used in TV series.

He lowered his head, and the silhouette was so beautiful that it was heart-wrenching.

After that, he was very quiet all the way, leaning his head against her bare thighs without any movement, so quiet that he seemed to be asleep.

When the driver arrived at the place, he enthusiastically helped her to drag the person out of the car. She helped the man drunken mud beside her and looked around in the dark. She didn't believe that he would live in such a place. In the old community, only a white fluorescent light was still on in the guard room at night. The old man was dozing off in the chair in a thick cotton coat. She dragged the person in, and the old man didn't react at all.

The buildings are all five-story and five-story buildings, with four or five units in a row. Looking out from the night, it is dark.

She patted his face, and then he opened his eyes and walked forward with deep and shallow feet, staring in one direction, falling down like a sleepwalking. She was worried, and followed closely. He stopped downstairs of a unit, and the corridor was pitch black as dark as ink, but he didn't go in. He suddenly squatted on the ground like a child, looking up at a window upstairs with his head raised.

She pushed him, "Why don't you go up?"

He raised a finger to his mouth: "Shh...she fell asleep and didn't like people to disturb him..."

She...it seems that this is not his home?

She suddenly understood, and suddenly felt ache in her heart, as if something was shattering. Throughout the journey, she felt like a punch full of preparation in the end, and finally hit a ball of cotton. She didn't even have the right to cry out for pain.

He seemed to be exploring cigarettes again. He searched for a long time but couldn't find them. He sat on the ground like a depressed child, looking at the dark windows.

She couldn't stand it: "Which floor does she live in? I'll ask her to come down." She said as she was about to walk into the corridor.

There was no sound behind her. She turned around and looked. He had leaned against the edge of the cement flower bed, closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

She sighed, he was crazy, and she could only follow him crazy, without any way to do him.

When Ye Shaoqian woke up, he was in a hotel room.

He rubbed his forehead that was so painful that he sat up in a daze. There seemed to be a sound of water in the bathroom. He slowly understood and lifted the quilt.

He was naked and had nothing to wear.

He threw the quilt to the ground with force, clenched his fists tightly, and then loosened it a little bit, feeling weak.

The sound of water gradually stopped, the bathroom door opened, and a woman walked out of it.

He had already put on his clothes and was sitting on the sofa smoking. When he saw her coming out, he frowned and looked at her.

"It was you last night?"

She didn't know what he meant, but nodded decisively: "Yeah."

His eyebrows were locked deeper, he pressed out the cigarette at his hand, and began to look for wallets in his jacket.

"Are these enough?" He had a thick stack of money in his hand, but when he paid for it, his expression was disgusting.

She smiled with her lips pursed and said, "Mr. Liang said it right last night. After serving Mr. Ye, the benefits are indeed quite good. She had already collected a lot of money last night, and today it's another money."

She didn't refuse, took it and said, "Thank you, boss."

He even more disgusted and said only one word: "Get out."

She didn't even wipe her hair, and she picked up her clothes obediently and went out.

He was upset and found the bag of "good things" that Liang Kelly gave him last night from his pocket, pulled it out and put it in his mouth, lit it and took a deep breath, feeling that it felt comfortable from his mouth to his internal organs.

After he finished pumping a sperm, he still felt a headache, so he walked over and lay down on the bed, wanting to sleep for a while. Suddenly, as if he realized something, he suddenly bounced off the bed again, as if he was disgusted with something, and wrinkled the sheets hard and threw them aside.

On this bed... there was the smell of other women... what he couldn't accept was that he actually touched another woman...

He was so tired that he lay down on the carpet. Close his eyes and appeared in the scene he saw in the hospital. The little woman on the bed, the woman he was determined to marry, said seriously: "Xia Nan is my son and the president..."

He shook his head very hard, his teeth clenched, as if sobbing, but there was no tears. He just closed his eyes tightly, and the pain made him curled up.

He lay on the ground for a long time before he staggered and got up to take a shower.

He washed away the breath of another woman bit by bit, very hard and almost rough, and he didn't know what he was doing.

The hot water sprayed from the shower was poured down, and he suddenly punched the tiles on the wall. The tiles cracked tiny fine lines, and the blood dripped down the fist and gradually merged into the water flow under his feet. He didn't feel the pain, because there was another place in his body, and he felt even more painful.

Xia Xiaobei waited all night but didn't see Ye Shaoqian. The next morning, David came to check the rounds and told her that she could be discharged from the hospital.

She nodded and tidied up in the ward. David asked her, "Who are you waiting for?"

She took out her cell phone and dialed a number. David interrupted: "Lei Er's driver is waiting downstairs. Are you dialing Ye San?"

She didn't speak, put her phone in her ear and listened quietly. After a while, she didn't respond.

David also became curious and asked her: "What's wrong? No one answered?"

She waved her head and said, "I've picked it up, it's a woman."

"ah?"

"The woman said: The user you called has been turned off."

"Swish-" David couldn't help laughing, "You still have the heart to joke at this time."

She curled her lips and limped out to complete the discharge procedures.

As soon as I was discharged from the hospital, I saw Lei Yunze’s special driver. He drove an Audi and waited at the door. When he saw her coming out, he quickly went up to help her and said, “The President asked me to pick you up to the company.”

She said with a long "Ah?": "You're not allowed to take sick leave after you've got your feet like this?"

The driver smiled embarrassedly: "I don't know what the president means. Miss Xia, please slow down."

She looked left and right, but couldn't see the familiar Maybach. She muttered in her heart: Ye Shaoqian, a ungrateful wolf, and she disappeared as soon as she walked away.

In fact, she was afraid of being alone with Lei Yunze. The words he said in the hospital yesterday morning made her still frightened. Seeing the driver rushing his car all the way, the Huanyu Building was right in front of her, she felt that she was still not mentally prepared.

The driver thoughtfully found a front desk to help her into the elevator. She supported her with one foot and leaned against the inner wall of the elevator. The colleagues passing by looked at her with curious eyes. Those who knew each other would smile and say, "Secretary Xia, are you working-related injuries?"

She laughed foolishly with her, neither shaking her head nor nodding.

When we arrived at the 38th floor, everyone in the secretary's room seemed to have been explained and said in unison: "Secretary Xia, the president has been waiting for you all morning."

She felt that her aura was wrong, and it was very likely that some trap had been dug inside and waited for her to jump down. She stood uneasy at the door of the president's office. She thought about it and took out her phone to dial Ye Shaoqian's number. Unfortunately, she was still a womanly tone that was so lonely that she had been in so long. She was upset and pushed the door and went in.

Surprisingly, Lei Yunze did not sit in the lambskin swivel chair behind his desk today. He stood beside the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, his fingertips were lingering in his eyes, and countless tall buildings were standing on the bottom of his feet. The sun at 90 o'clock made the room bright, woven a thin aperture around him, as if a god above him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around in the aperture, his eyes rolled up and down, and stopped on her right foot, which was still a little awkward.

"Can you leave?"

"It's okay, it's not very easy."

"Yeah," he came over, knocked out the cigarette, pointed to the sofa, and said, "Sit down."

She was not reserved, and sat down in the middle of the reception sofa. Lei Yunze sat opposite her and poured her a cup of good Pu'er. His deep eyebrows and eyes became illusory little by little in the tea cigarette.

His voice was also far away and illusory: "I want to leave the wedding to you."

"What?" She seemed to have not heard it clearly and asked again.

He coughed twice, his voice bluntly, and explained slowly: "Zi Yan and I have already booked for the 8th of next month. Zi Yan has returned to Beijing to ask the two old people for advice. During this period, someone in Shanghai needs to coordinate the various matters of the wedding. I want to leave it to you."

"But the president... I have resigned..." She argued with reason. The wedding and other things were the most troublesome. In the past, when her sister got married, she was so tired that she turned dizzy when she just helped her. Moreover, she is still half a "disabled person".

"Zi Yan and I both attach great importance to this wedding. I finally tried to hold the wedding in Shanghai. You have been by my side for the past four years, and you are the one who helps me with the most private affairs. I am not at ease to leave it to others." He said very clearly.

She thought, it was so good that the man and the woman were beautiful, and she was finally going to merge. But she was going to arrange for them for Mao? No matter how generous she was, she would not have to cause trouble for herself.

"President, you also see my feet like this... I just want to have a good rest during this period. You should ask Gao Ming for another one."

She said it very clearly. He put down the teacup, frowning slightly, and his tone was full of depression: "I just want you to hold a wedding for me."

She also put down the cup, put her hands on the table uneasy, staring at him inexplicably. He reached out and grabbed her hand a little uncontrollably, but she pulled her hand back as quickly as if she was electrocuted.

He sighed very long and said, "Xia Nan."

When she mentioned this name, she sat upright.

"You help me with this, and I'll let you see him."

Xia Xiaobei was immediately angry and attacked: "Why don't you let me see my son? He was born to me!"

He also made a ruthless voice and sneered: "Son? He would rather call me dad than call you mom!"

"Impossible..." She wanted to argue, but found that she couldn't say a word at all. Until now, Xia Nan still called her "auntie" but when he saw Lei Yunze the first time he saw Lei Yunze, he rushed up and called "Dad". She had never put up photos of Lei Yunze at home, and no one had ever taught him, unless it was really a blood-related blind date...

She stood up with her feet that were still painful, her face turned pale, and she stared at him from above.

He returned to his usual perfect and coldness, with a smile on his lips and said, "It's just a wedding preparation. Once it's done, you can get free and see your son. How about it?"

"You, no, shame." She gritted her teeth tightly, raised her hand and wanted to slap her. When he twisted her hand gently in the air, she was forced to lean forward and lay on the table.
To be continued...