The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 479 If the phone can be connected, it means that the person is still alive

, at Zeng Li's request, Mo Zhiqian called Zeng Huiyun, but no one answered until the phone hung up automatically.

Putting away the phone, Mo Zhiqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the call can be connected, which means that he is still in this world.

Although Zeng Huiyun used her own hypocrisy to deceive, after all, the two had been together for ten years, let alone treat him, Zeng Huiyun also used her sincerity...

In the afternoon, Mo Zhiqian simply took Zeng Li to the company, worried that she would continue to think wildly if she stayed at home alone.

He was also worried that she would be bored, so he put all the drawing boards and oil paints at home in the trunk. Shi Bo said that Ceng is a very talented painter. Since her woman is so talented, she can't be buried.

Mo Zhiqian was carrying the drawing board on his back, holding Zeng Li's wrist with one hand, a tall and tall man, his temperament did not match the drawing board on his body at all.

Zeng Li followed Mo Zhiqian unhappily. He had no interest at first, but when he stepped out of the elevator and saw Li Jianhao propped on the secretary's desk, he suddenly regained his energy.

Breaking away from Mo Zhiqian's hand, he walked over quickly, "Jianhao, why are you here, there are no patients in the hospital..." Before the words came out, Zeng Li was stunned.

Because, when Li Jianhao turned around, his face was painted, it was not serious, but he clearly saw a small bruise on the left corner of his eye, as if he had been beaten.

"Sister-in-law, you are here too." Li Jianhao didn't feel ashamed at all, but greeted warmly.

"Your face..." Zeng Li pointed and asked tentatively. At the secretary's desk, Han Xiaoru was sitting in an office chair and flipping through documents. When Zeng Li asked this question, the corners of his lips curled up with pride.

"Oh, it's okay." Li Jianhao raised his hand to caress the corners of his eyes, turned his back and leaned against the secretary's desk, propping his elbows back on it, "Second brother, I was beaten severely, do you think it's time to call the police on a public or private basis?" Woolen cloth?"

"You decide your own affairs." Mo Zhiqian grabbed Zeng Li's wrist and forced her into the office, so he didn't bother to participate in their affairs.

But having said that, the new secretary looked harmless to humans and animals, petite and weak. He didn't expect to have such explosive power. Even Li Jianhao dared to do something with such a big lump. Thinking about it, he was really sturdy.

"Mo Zhiqian, who slapped Jianhao in the face?" Zeng Li asked puzzled after closing the office door.

To beat Li Jianhao like that, the opponent must be very strong.

"He ran into it because of his mental illness." As far as his altitude is concerned, it was obviously intentional, what if it wasn't a mental illness?
Mo Zhiqian was already standing behind the desk, sorted out the documents on it, and then sat down in the executive chair.

Zeng Li took the casual sentence seriously, and asked doubtfully, "I bumped into it myself, why was he so careless, did he see a doctor?"

"Don't worry, he won't die, he is a doctor himself." Mo Zhiqian opened a file and began to look through it, but Zeng Li was not calm anymore.

He turned around and went to the office door, opened the door and walked out.

"Jianhao, is your eye bump serious? Do you want to take you to the hospital to see a doctor?"

In the past, when she was injured, she often troubled Li Jianhao. She is a person who repays her kindness. Today, when Li Jianhao was injured, Zeng Li felt that he had to take care of him.

Seeing Zeng Li approaching, Li Jianhao seemed to have seen a life-saving straw, and his face broke down to complain to Zeng Li.

"Sister-in-law, my dear sister-in-law, why did you come here? If you had come earlier, brother wouldn't have suffered such a big loss..."

Zeng Li...

I looked at Li Jianhao, and then at the secretary working at the secretary's desk. When I saw the secretary's face clearly, I immediately understood.

He nodded and said, "A loss is a blessing." Then he turned and went back to Mo Zhiqian's office.

(End of this chapter)