The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 1756 Something happened to Pianpiao!
Cheng Zhiyuan was still in a meeting at Cheng's headquarters building when there was an uproar on the Internet.

In the huge conference room, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sits at the head seat, flipping a page of the report with a pen while listening to his subordinate's report, his slightly lowered profile is deeply illuminated by the light of the slide. He was extremely handsome, and because of the corners of his straight lips, there was a sense of indifference and abstinence.

Many female staff members in the conference room couldn't help but look up at him secretly.

A certain manager on the stage who was explaining the company's development goals for the next quarter finally finished his explanation dryly, and the PPT dimmed. Cheng Zhiyuan looked up at him, lowered his head, unscrewed the cap of the pen, and raised his hand to start signing.

Just now he quickly drew out a strong and sharp Cheng character, when Secretary Liu, who had been sitting peacefully at the bottom, suddenly stood up.

The ear-piercing noise made by the chair on the floor interrupted the silence in the conference room. Cheng Zhiyuan frowned slightly and raised his head, only to see that his always calm and paralyzed secretary was wide-eyed at this moment, with an almost stunned and terrified expression on his face. .

Before he could ask what's the matter, Secretary Liu firmly held the phone and looked at him, saying,

"Miss Pianyi has an accident, boss."

With a bang, the tip of the pen cut through the paper uncontrollably, and the next second the luxury-grade pen was snapped in Cheng Zhiyuan's hands.

This time, the leather chair was knocked to the ground by the abrupt action of the owner, and everyone in the conference room finally saw for the first time what their legendary Iceberg boss looked like when he was really Iceberg.

You don't even need to look at your face, but the aura that emanates from your whole body in an instant, making people want to avoid it involuntarily and dare not look up, is enough to make people feel almost terrifying coldness.

Everyone was silent. They had prepared for a long time but the meeting was shelved in the middle, and no one dared to say a word of dissatisfaction.

Until the figure of the man disappeared from sight, many people only dared to look at each other, and then quickly dispersed, without even asking more questions or being curious.

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Starting from different places at different times, they finally arrived at the hospital at the same time.

Secretary Liu called Yan Yi to find out the address of the hospital, but Cheng Zhiyuan himself drove the car.

The black Bentley steering wheel was pinched by the man's slender fingers with almost breaking strength, and one could almost hear the creaking sound of flesh rubbing against the steering wheel.

He ran through many red lights along the way, and finally followed a string of traffic police cars that kept honking their horns. Cheng Zhiyuan remained expressionless until he finally parked the car at the entrance of the hospital. When he turned around and was about to rush into the building, a nanny car that also stopped abruptly at the side called him to a sudden stop.

The man still wore the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. When he turned his head to look, the sunlight shone on the lenses, giving him a depressing and gloomy feeling.

Then the slender figure hurriedly got off the driver's seat of the nanny's car was reflected in the lens, as well as the movement of him opening the rear door and bending over to carry a person out of it.

And after this nanny car, many reporter cars stopped after it.

The man's throat tightened.

He walked straight towards that side as if he was uncontrollable, and his faster and faster footsteps blocked the man in front of him within a few steps.

At the same time, the doors of the reporters' cars were opened one after another, and some reporters with cameras and microphones frantically rushed towards them.

"Is Miss Pianiao seriously injured?"

"Mr. Manager, did you really hit Ling Jiaqi?"

"Miss Pianyi can talk now? Did you burn your neck?"

"Is Miss Pianyi still awake?"

The crowds came like waves.

Every word of those entraining sharp questions was like a sharp blade scraping into the man's heart, the pain made him want to dig out his heart.

(End of this chapter)