Dear Mr.Huo: I still love you

Zhou Maoxian also comes to see me every few days. Sometimes he pushes me to the hospital garden to bask in the sun.

"Xi ran, sit down first and I'll answer the phone." Zhou Maoxian patted me on the shoulder and said.

The relationship between Zhou Maoxian and me has become familiar in recent days, and his address to me has changed from Miss Zhou in the beginning to Xi ran now.

Sometimes in a trance, I still regard Zhou Maoxian as Xu Liu, but I also know that Xu Liu is gone.

"Xi ran." I heard someone call me.

I looked in the direction of the cry, and Huo Yancheng looked at me not far away.

When I saw him, I was laughing and sarcastic.

He came towards me, step by step.

I looked at Huo Yancheng powerlessly. My physical discomfort in recent days has exhausted me, and I'm too lazy to express my emotions.

"Huo Yancheng, are you coming to see if I'm dead? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I'm not dead. I'm still doing well now. Maybe I can leave the hospital in a while. " I said, with a pale corner of my mouth.

"I wish I could recover. Don't do such a stupid thing next time." Huo Yancheng said, unable to hear the tone and see the expression, but he seemed to tolerate something.

Now he is in my eyes a man who colluded with Zhao mengyan to kill me earlier, so I think it must be a pity that he saw that I didn't die.

"Huo Yancheng, don't you always want me to die? What are you doing here now? You'd better pray to heaven that I will die early, or you and Zhao mengyan will die in the end! " I almost shouted this sentence, and Huo Yancheng looked a little subtle after listening to my words. Then he didn't say anything and turned away.

That figure seems to be lonely, and my heart will hurt because of that loneliness.

After that, I stayed in the hospital for some time. The hospital diagnosed that I had fully recovered, and my parents helped me go through the discharge formalities.

Before I knew it, I had been in the hospital for half a year. The moment I came home and opened the door, I felt like an isolated world.

I feel like I've really died once, and now I'm completely reborn.

Winter goes to spring and has spent a cold winter. I don't know if this spring will be as prosperous as before.

I resigned with the company, but the president granted me a month's holiday. Now the holiday has long passed. I don't know how long I haven't received any phone calls or text messages urging me to work. It's estimated that my job as vice president is yellow.

In fact, it's painful to think about it. After all, I can't find another job with such a high salary as before.

Just as I sighed and sighed, my cell phone rang.

"Hello." I picked it up without looking at the number.

"Vice President Zhou, how was your rest this holiday? Is it time to come back to work? " The president's voice came from his mobile phone.

I was surprised and looked at the number. It was really the president's number.

What's going on now? I just said in my heart that no one urged me to work, and this phone call came in. Does the president really have mind reading skills?

"President, do you mean to let me go back to work?" I wondered if the company hadn't hired anyone else in the past six months.

"Did vice president Zhou forget to go to work because he was too comfortable to rest?" The president's voice is dangerous.

I quickly denied, "no, no, I just didn't expect..."

"Well, there's no need to say more nonsense. Start tomorrow, end your holiday and continue to come back to work!"