hello cold husband

Chapter 170
Qiao Xiaoan did not reply to Ye Jiajia's text messages.

Instead, I read the latest Tencent news for the first time.

Those pictures are shocking.

Those comments, praying for the dead, praying for the living, scolding the helm of FB with such and such ugly words.

Seeing her, he suddenly became uneasy.

When looking at the bathroom door, Yun Mo happened to come out with a towel wrapped around his lower body.

But instead of gloomy eyes like before, he smiled at her, looked at the mobile phone in her hand and asked, "Who are you chatting with?"

"Jia Jia."

"Are you bored at home today?" He sat back beside her and wiped his hair with a towel.

She shook her head, and he smiled and stroked her head again, "If you're bored, go shopping with Mom and do some shopping. After the 26th, go back to work and take a break."

"Amo..." She suddenly choked up, "You still have the heart to comfort me after such a big incident happened in the company."

How fortunate is it to meet such a good Ah Mo.

She was moved to tears.

"You knew already?"

She nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks.

He sighed, and bent his fingers to stroke her tears, "The company's stock price just fell, but it recovered, why are you crying like this?"

"Ah Mo. I can't help you with anything. I suddenly realized that I'm so useless."

"I didn't ask you to help me manage the company when I married you back. Don't blame yourself. Believe me, it will be fine."

"Let me blow dry your hair for you. You must be tired. Go to bed early after drying."

Soon, she slipped out of bed, took out the hair dryer from the cabinet, returned to the bed, turned on the lowest wind, and helped him to dry his hair in style.

Her hands were very light, and she stroked his black and healthy black hair strand by strand.

While abducting, while blowing.

Yun Mo slowly closed his eyes.

"Ah Mo, are the number of casualties still increasing?"

"..." He sighed deeply, "There are still some people who have lost contact. Gu Xu has already stayed there to appease the family members. FB will do its best to compensate the family members of the deceased."

"..." Qiao Xiaoan's heart was heavy. Such news really made people feel headache and sad.

"I just hope that the number of casualties can be reduced to a minimum. It's all due to my negligence in normal times, and I didn't manage the subsidiary company over there well, otherwise I wouldn't have sacrificed so many innocent people."

"Amo, I know that you will not be like those comments on the Internet, and you will definitely take responsibility."

"What's the use of taking responsibility again, people can't come back. If I can let them come back, I'm even willing to go bankrupt, even the Yun Corporation goes bankrupt. But..."

Qiao Xiaoan knew that the more she comforted her, the more Amo felt guilty.

It turns out that under his gloomy appearance, there is such a kind side.

His Ah Mo is not a black boss as it is said on the Internet.

His Ah Mo is the best and kindest.

No matter what happens to the Yun family or Ah Mo in the future, she will follow him.

After drying Yun Mo's hair, the two lay down, but he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

She knew that he had something on his mind, so she got up and sat on the head of the bed, helping him with a massage. Although she was not professional, her technique was very light.

"Amo, you let me believe in you, you will handle it well. Don't be sad, okay, it's not your fault that the dead can't come back, everyone has their own fate."

"..."

"Amo..."

"Don't worry about me, just lie down and sleep."

"No, when you went to City Y, you didn't sleep well for two days and two nights. You have been busy since you came back yesterday. I will give you a massage and you will sleep more comfortably."

He is indeed a little tired.

And her massage technique made him feel very comfortable, and his tense body relaxed a little.

Feeling her thumb, lightly pressing on the position of the temple, expanding it circle by circle, and then along the midline of his brain, all the way backward.

So, repeat.

"Amo, don't get up to practice Taekwondo tomorrow morning, and sleep for two more hours, I'm afraid you will be tired."

"..."

"Amo..."

"..."

have you slept?
Qiao Xiaoan gently touched his face, watching his long eyelashes cast a light shadow under the purple bedside lamp, as if he had fallen asleep.

She looked at the Patek Philippe he gave her in her hand.

It was past twelve o'clock at night.

She was at ease when he was asleep.

Then she lay beside him, leaning on his shoulder.

"Amo, I will always be by your side, always."

On the second day, Yun Mo went to City Y again.

At the explosion site where the company was the only one, as the executive director of FB, he received reporters from major media.

On TV, Qiao Xiao'an saw Yun Mo bowing sincerely to the media reporters and the families of the dead and injured.

"Young Master Yun, may I ask if there are still such hidden dangers in your company?"

"FB will definitely do its best to thoroughly investigate the cause of the accident and prevent similar incidents from happening again."

"Young Master Yun, may I ask if FB's stock price has plummeted, will Yun's face bankruptcy?"

"Young Master Yun, how do you deal with the aftermath of the explosion?"

"Young Master Yun, may I ask..."

Facing questions from reporters.

Yunmo didn't answer the stock price drop and the company's bankruptcy first.

Instead, he chose the latter first.

"For all those who died in this accident, FB will make great compensation. According to FB's average per capita monthly salary of 60 yuan multiplied by three, each victim will be compensated for [-] years, and the family members will be given spiritual damage compensation. Alimony."

"Young Master Yun, if you calculate it this way, each person will pay 200 million yuan, which is several times higher than the industry level. Can the Yun Group really do what it says?"

"I, Yunmo, speak with all my heart. I am sorry for the family of the deceased, and I will do my best to comfort the family. As for the drop in Yun's stock price, I believe that within two months, after the Yun's capital reorganization, it will definitely recover. Bankruptcy is even more impossible, please friends in the media not to spread rumors, otherwise we will pursue criminal responsibility according to law."

Qiao Xiaoan looked at the figure of Long Rui among the people in Yunmo, filled with pride in his heart.

In such adversity, he can deal with things calmly, calmly, and still has the demeanor of a king.

After saying this just now, the media dared not ask about bankruptcy anymore.

His deterrent power cannot be underestimated in this city.

Yun Mo did not return to City D for two consecutive days, and stayed in City Y with Gu Xu to deal with matters.

In the next two days, the news media still focused on reporting on the bombing in City Y, but they no longer randomly speculated whether Yun's would face bankruptcy, but reported how FB comforted the families of the dead and injured, and actively dealt with the aftermath. All positive reports.

Qiao Xiaoan, Deng Jiaru, and Mr. Yun, in City D, could only pay attention to it silently. They were very relieved to see these positive news.

The day Yun Mo came back from Y City was already June 25th.

I rushed back to City D early in the morning.

On this day, it rained for the first time this summer, and it came a little violently.

Yun Mo was afraid that it would be inconvenient to travel, so he didn't inform Qiao Qiao to pick him up at the airport.

(End of this chapter)