Du Liaochen suddenly punched the desk: "Three million? Three million will buy my Du Liaochen's flesh and blood, okay, okay!" After several good words in a row, his fists trembled, blue veins protruded, and the cold
He said: "Find out the mastermind behind this. I will crush him to ashes at all costs..."
At this moment, Du Liaochen felt like there was a seed of hatred lurking in his heart, which no amount of spring rain could wash away. Such hatred seemed to fill the entire galaxy.
There is also a feeling called heartache, a feeling of regret that swells his nerves all the time, bang bang, as if it will break easily and crisply if he is not careful, and then, after that, it is likely to be picked up again.
not coming back.
Just like time, life, and even feelings...
Xia Qingge was still lying quietly on the hospital bed. It was getting late. There was no moon in the sky tonight, and it was all gray. Du Jiaochen followed suit and stopped beside her, bent down, and touched her slightly pale little head with his hand.
Face.
His eyes were bright and bright. Under the dim light, his eyes were shining with a scorching light. Looking carefully, I found that he was smiling. I didn't know what he said in Xia Qingge's ear. He was wandering around.
, the corners of his lips raised slightly, regardless of whether she could hear or react in the hospital bed. He thought that she could hear it, she was just asleep, asleep...
Unknowingly, three weeks passed. Du Liaochen was having a meeting in the conference room. There were more than a dozen people sitting under him. The men were in suits and leather shoes, and the women were all wearing exquisite white shirts. They looked like they knew the price was high.
Fei, a man was saying something. Suddenly, a ringtone interrupted his words and everyone's thoughts. Even Du Liaochen's face was slightly sullen.
He frowned and suddenly remembered that this ringtone seemed to be his. She had changed it for him that time, but he had been using it all the time. He was not used to it. He had never used the so-called ringtone before she appeared.
But that time, after she adjusted it, he wanted to change it several times, but he had already picked it up. Suddenly he felt like he wanted to keep something, or maybe he was reluctant...
"Hey, Mrs. Zhang, what's going on?" His rich baritone voice came out, and the conference room was extremely quiet. Only his steady and beautiful voice could be heard, striking everyone's heart inch by inch.
They all know that their president has always kept a clear distinction between public and private matters. If there is nothing particularly important, he will not answer the phone during the meeting. Everyone's suspicions were quickly confirmed when they heard Du Yuochen's calm and forceful voice.
There was clearly a hint of joy in his voice. The CEO, who never showed joy on his face, could not control his emotions. The employees under his command all speculated as to what could possibly arouse the CEO's emotions.
fluctuation.
"I'll go back right away. You call the doctor first." He finished talking to the phone, buttoned it up, and picked up the suit jacket on the chair: "Today's meeting is over." With just one sentence, the person walked away.
, meaning impatient.
Everyone behaved like animals and left the table one after another. From time to time, they heard several low-pitched comments, mostly about the CEO's abnormal behavior. For these white-collar workers who have been in the workplace for a long time, gossip seems to have become an indispensable life adjustment.
Du Xiaochen hurried back to the villa, where the doctor was examining Xia Qingge. After the examination, the group carried the medical equipment and prepared to go out. When they walked in front of Du Xiaochen, the doctor in charge told him something.
Feng Chen carefully wrote them down one by one and looked at the way he nodded, looking very serious.
He inadvertently raised his head, and his eyes fell on Xia Qingge's lowered head. Her eyelashes were thick and long. She lowered her head, and her eyelashes covered her emotions, so that he could not see what she was thinking for a moment.
What, maybe she didn't want him to see it, so she left him with an indifferent expression, as if his appearance was dispensable to her, or in other words, she didn't care at all.
He didn't want to care, so he didn't have any emotions. He thought that when she woke up, she would point at his nose and yell at him at the top of her lungs, saying that she hated him, but no, there was not even a trace of hatred on her quiet eyelids.
Less than...
This made him even more flustered and uneasy. There was something stuck in his heart that made him feel uncomfortable. He wondered where the attack would occur. In the end, he had no choice but to compromise, take three steps at a time and then two steps at a time. He came to her bed and held her shoulders with his hands.
, she was about to say something, but found that everything was in vain, because she had quietly and subconsciously separated from his hands, as if his hands were contaminated with some terrible virus, and fled far away, he
His hand stopped in mid-air, which was extremely ridiculous.
But he couldn't laugh, not even a forced smile. He just stopped his hand in mid-air, looking at her dry mouth and spitting out with difficulty: "Sister-in-law Zhang, I want to rest, please turn off the light." From the beginning to the end.
, she didn’t look at anyone, even when she was talking to Mrs. Zhang just now, her eyes fell on herself, on the quilt.
Even Du Liaochen, who was closest to her, couldn't even see the look in her eyes or feel her slight movements.
She just turned her back to him and covered herself with the quilt, as if there was no one else in the room and he had never appeared. However, the distance was only ten centimeters, but it seemed that she could never enter the other person's heart.
That door has been closed for some time, and that's probably what people say.
Du Liaochen stared blankly at the hand hanging in the air. For a moment, he was absent-minded. He stared blankly and couldn't say anything. He couldn't say a word. What he saw in her eyes was nothing but
His face was expressionless, or expressionless. To be more precise, his whole face was ashen, lifeless and lifeless.
He felt that it shouldn't be like this. Even if she said she hated him or scolded him when she woke up, he could accept it, but he couldn't bear such indifference. Even if it was hatred, he could see it in her eyes.
Less than half a point, not a penny at all.
He panicked, really panicked. Looking at her back, lying on her side, he had the urge to shake her body violently. She couldn't treat him like this, couldn't. She clenched her fists tightly and slumped.
Hanging down. He finally gave in again, tightened her back, and gently put his hand on her body. It was as if he was afraid of waking her up, and also seemed to be afraid that her sudden indifference would have a slightly flattering and humble flavor.
"Sister-in-law Zhang, turn off the light." He said, his quiet voice a bit helpless, and Mrs. Zhang's hand that was originally hesitant on the switch finally pressed it as if she had received an order.
In an instant, the room fell into darkness. The person on the bed was lying quietly, and the person beside the bed was watching quietly. His black eyes were bright in the darkness, and she turned her back to him, her eyes open for a moment, empty and blurred.
, no focus.
Du Liaochen finally couldn't stand the darkness and depression of this room, but he still quietly retreated out, as if he had suppressed great anger. As soon as the door of the room closed, he punched the white
On the wall, the clenched fists were scarlet.
"Master?" Mrs. Zhang asked in alarm, "Do you want to call the doctor over to take a look?"
"No need, you go down first." Du Qiaochen was like a defeated rooster, his whole body was filled with a sense of frustration.
Hearing what he said, Mrs. Zhang had no choice but to go down with her heart hanging. Her eyes finally stayed on his bleeding fist. She wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing. She was just a servant and should be fine.
Keep to yourself, even if she really wanted to say something, but she didn't, she couldn't, she couldn't say anything...
The next day, Du Yuochen still went to work early, but before leaving, he told Sister-in-law Zhang to take good care of the young mistress and call him if anything happened. His hand was already on the handle of her room, and all he needed to do was twist it.
If he moved, he could see the figure clearly, but he flinched and hesitated.
He was even afraid, feeling that his intrusion without warning was abrupt and had awakened her from her dream. Therefore, he finally put down his hand, feeling annoyed and his steps were messy and lacked his usual calmness.
In fact, Shazinger had already woken up. Her eyes were staring straight at the ceiling. The sound of footsteps outside the door reached her ears, as if a nerve in her heart was suddenly touched, and the things in front of her eyes immediately became dim and damp.
She put her hand on her empty, flat belly, and her body spasmed.
She was awake and had not fallen asleep since the moment she woke up. Maybe she slept too much. She comforted herself that she had indeed slept for a long time, so long that she didn't want to wake up.
The voice of the man who was still chattering endlessly with her in her sleep was like a curse. He was in her ears every day and every night, calling, saying something, and smiling.
What, what are you doing helplessly?
She didn't want to get entangled with him, nor did she want to continue to be entangled in a dream that seemed like she would never wake up. She wanted to run away far away, leave completely and cleanly, but that warm and moist voice always
He would stop her from leaving over and over again, and she was pulled back by his bewitching voice again and again.
She wanted to know who said such a gentle voice, such tangled emotions, and such infatuation. The moment she opened her eyes, she thought she was in a dream. The gentle voice disappeared and was replaced by what she heard.
Everything she was familiar with, everything she hated.
Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and then she closed her eyes again in despair, but in fact, no one gave her a chance to fall into silence again. After a while, she heard footsteps approaching from far away, and those wearing white coats
People sat down to check her out in a routine manner, and the busy and messy footsteps showed how impatient they were.
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