Divorced Lady Got in Trap of a Demon CEO

"Dad, don' t worry. The doctor said that mom's condition has stabilized. We' ll do more tests tomorrow ..."

The crowd in the crowded hospital corridor was bustling.

"Dad, I' m really fine. Go home and have a good rest first. Then, tomorrow, I' ll tidy up some mother's clothes. I' ll stay and watch over her tonight. Don' t worry ..."

Song xiaqing walked on the mottled marble floor in the hospital, her steps heavy as she recalled the doctor's calm and unhurried words. In front of her was a messy white shadow, and the swirling smell of disinfectant alcohol lingered in the air. It was the first time she felt ...

Reality can always be easy to give you a blow, a fatal blow. Happiness on the other side of the confused flash, but before the body can not flow through the cold and turbulent sea, the good scenery only a moment, a wave can be submerged ...

"President, something happened to madam ..." An old voice sounded hesitant.

The man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes were dark and deep. "

"Madam's mother is in the hospital right now. She reported that there is a high probability that there is a hemangioma in her brain. She will be able to confirm the situation after the examination tomorrow. "The old man covered his sighs and his wrinkled eyes were filled with a few moments of hesitation.

The man stood up straight and said after a long time," arrange the special plane and leave in an hour." "

"Ceo, this ... No way! The old man turned pale with fright and almost pushed her back onto the bed.

"Tell dr. Chen to come over now. I want to see the car parked downstairs in ten minutes. The person who got out of bed slowly covered his left rib and entered the bathroom without looking back.

Seeing his cold and stubborn look, butler ou was filled with hatred, anger, and helplessness.

All these years, he had been by Nangong chi's side like a mentor, a housekeeper, a housekeeper, a secretary, and to a large extent, he was probably the only family of an elder that Nangong chi could rely on faintly.

There were some things that others couldn' t persuade him, and most of them were respectful. However, this time, he, who had always been calm and self-controlled, lost his judgment. Even a fool could tell something.

Since he couldn' t stop it, he could only sigh, shake his head, and quickly settle the order within five minutes.

Nangong zhi stood in front of the mirror and looked at the green stubble that appeared in his eyes. His eyes were filled with red blood. His usual black hair was meticulously and steadily pasted. Now, his hair was messy or crooked, which was really unbearable. He felt a little disgusted and turned on the tap.

The sound of the water reverberated, and the water flowed slowly down the water outlet, mixed with some bubbles. Faintly, the diluted red marks could be seen.

With his eyes closed, he recalled the events of the past few days without moving his eyebrows. He relaxed his tense muscles and looked calm.

A quarter of an hour later, she was wearing a black sports outfit that she had never seen before. She was wearing an open zipper and was drying her wet short hair. She sat on the sofa and casually stirred the ice in the coffee with a spoon.

"Hello, president. "

The man was wearing a white coat and a pair of rimless glasses. Although he was a blond and blue-eyed white man, he politely bowed in chinese and greeted him with a square medical kit in his hands.

"Well, I'm going back to the country right away. Nangong looked up and gulped down the coffee, satisfied with the black porsche parked outside the window under the tall sycamore leaves.

"President, you need to rest. You can' t just walk around unless you have to ..." The doctor ignored Nangong zhi's arrogance and said in shock.

As he spoke, looking at Nangong chi who was sitting there with a normal expression, he added," coffee is also one of the prohibited items during this period. "

"Finished? Then change the dressing and seal it with two more stitches. "Said Nangong.

The person standing there realized that he was obviously playing the piano to the bull, so he didn' t dare to persuade him. He could only keep his words to himself and open the medicine cabinet.

"Yes, speak english with me in the future. Nangong finished her last half cup of coffee and closed her eyes to recover.

The doctor felt that his smug chinese had been shamed without a trace. His face was slightly flushed and he focused on dealing with the patient in front of him who did not follow his instructions.

This was really no wonder that Nangong zhi had always been someone who said one thing and did two things. Listening to a foreigner speaking chinese with an unclear accent, he almost couldn' t swallow his coffee.

Half an hour later, he sat on a luxury plane that would be pointed at by an angry green and cursed at corrupt capitalists. He rummaged through the documents and saw the two of them eating more than enough exquisite food.

In the hospital ward on the other side of the earth, after a long night of depression and fear, song xiaqing collapsed on the small table beside the bed at dawn and fell into a deep sleep.

"Dad, you' re here ..." When tian fang's belly was white, she struggled out of the messy dream and rubbed her sleepy eyes gently as she spoke to her father who had just quietly walked in.

Father song's heart ached as he looked at his daughter, who had lost weight and had a yellow face all night long.

"Go home and have a good sleep. I' m here. Hey, wait, drink the soy milk. It's still hot, and there's a steamed bun ..."

Father song put down the large cloth bag in his hand and opened the thermos, murmuring in a low voice.

"Dad, mom has a checkup today. You' re too busy to do it alone. I think mom will wake up soon. I' ll have something to eat first ... Have you eaten?" Song xiaqing stood up, stretched her back, straightened her hair, and decisively rejected her father's offer to let her go home to sleep.

Father song nodded. He thought about it for a while and thought about it. The hospital would be in line for a checkup, get a test certificate, pay the bills, and ask for people to run around. They would need someone to accompany them. He really couldn't do it alone, so he had no choice but to make his daughter suffer.

As he thought about it, he urged her to hurry up and eat something. He was afraid that she had not eaten anything since last night and had not slept for a few hours. By then, she would not be able to burn her body.

Although song xiaqing didn' t have much appetite, she didn' t dare to eat it.she was just afraid that if she was uncomfortable again, no one would take care of her parents and force her to eat more.

The sun rose, and the warm temperature made the stained brown curtains in front of the window turn slightly hot. The families of the patients on the next two beds came in, and the room began to rustle.

It wasn' t that he didn' t want to get a single room with better conditions.

After all, outside this wall, there were patients who were lying on the bed beside the corridor with a drip.

Song xiaqing sighed as she thought about this.

Her phone was in her pocket, and it suddenly vibrated. She walked out of the room and picked up the phone in the slightly quieter stairwell.

"Sister xia qing, where shall we meet this afternoon? "

Listening to the crisp female voice on the other end of the phone, her vision was a little dark. She held on to the stair pole and her brain slowly worked for a few seconds before she remembered that she had an appointment with xiao lan.

Of course, she couldn' t leave now, not to mention that she wasn' t in the mood. She made up a set of excuses and politely rejected xiao lan. She hung up the phone and was a little absent-minded.

She didn' t tell xiao lan that her mother was hospitalized, mainly because she wasn' t sure about her current condition and didn' t want to cause trouble for others, so she was afraid that they would come to visit her with a pile of things.

The phone call reminded her of her original intention to look for xiao lan, and also reminded her of someone she hadn' t seen for a century.

After a long while, someone ran up the stairs in a hurry, carrying a large bag of x-rays in his hand. He accidentally bumped into her and apologized to her. Without turning back, he ran up to her and finally brought her back to her senses.

Thinking of what the doctor said yesterday, another wave of sourness surged into her dry eyes. Her head was dizzy and she was sweating profusely.

In her heart, she mocked herself for being old. She was not as energetic as when she had been studying all night, but she did not have the time to stay up all night.

She picked up her phone, pushed open the door, and walked back.

When they were two meters away from the ward, a tall and slender figure leaned against the plain white wall.

She paused, rubbed her sore eyes, and shook her head. After making sure that she was not hallucinating, she still did not take a step forward. She stared straight at the man, ignoring the increasingly hot eyes.

Nangong zhi got off the plane and rushed to the hospital in his car.

Thirteen hours of long flight, during which has been dealing with the size of the matter, and almost an hour of high-speed driving. No matter how soft and comfortable the seat was, his precious body was a little tired.

Not to mention that butler ou's expression was filled with anticipation and uncertainty.

Of course, he knew what the old man was thinking.

In fact, he had only been here for a few minutes and was still breathing when he felt an undisguised gaze on him.

She turned her head and saw the thin figure she had been thinking about all day and night under the backlight.

He narrowed his long and narrow eyes, raised his chin, and hooked his index finger in that direction.

When their eyes met, lightning and thunder sounded, as if everything was silent.

Song xiaqing walked forward stiffly one step at a time.although it was only two meters away, it was as long as the clock was spinning twice.

She did not hide her gaze from the deep and indifferent gaze, but suddenly felt very wronged.

She really wanted to ask him where he had been these past few days and didn' t even call ...

Shaking her head, she really wanted to tell him that it was qi xi two days ago. She went shopping, ate, and watched movies alone. Seeing the couples who were snuggling up to each other, she felt a blinding panic. She could only pretend that she did not care about the diamond ring in her hand ...

She wanted to tell him that she was sitting alone in front of her mother's bed last night, afraid that something would happen to her, so she left her like this ...

...

Countless thoughts were swirling in her mind. She stood in front of him and sniffed at the faint familiar scent on his body. Before her thoughts could catch up with her brain, she slowly blurted out," I miss you so much." "

There was a loud bang in Nangong zhi's head as he looked at the person in front of him whose eyes were red and his face was haggard. He had already unknowingly engraved the image of the person in his heart. His lips were wriggling and he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Actually, he probably understood what song xiaqing was thinking about him, and he probably discovered it earlier than her.

Many of the women who were flirting around him would stare at him with their eyes full of adoration. Regardless of whether they were obsessed with his appearance or money, he simply threw away his bank card or invoice without a care.

However, when he found out that song xiaqing had been carefully and furtively sizing him up, his eyes were filled with infatuation, temptation, and fear and despair ... He suddenly felt a sudden panic and could only pretend not to notice it.

Yeah, he doesn't want to admit he's in love.

He could only throw away his armor like a defeated general, with disappointment and resistance all over his body.

He thought he was stupid and was again trapped in the ambush he had set for him.

He struggled, escaped, cheated ...

However, he realized that he would dream of her repeatedly in the dead of night. He would think of her when he opened his eyes in the morning. He would unconsciously whisper her name when he was in pain and suffering ...

In this way, he would think of her whenever and whenever he wanted, so that he could clearly understand her. It turned out ...

He couldn' t escape, he couldn' t escape.

The warmth and affection he lacked when he was young, the feeling of being betrayed when he was young, the blood boiling that he tried to get close to people had long been submerged in the dark deep sea, always wearing a cold mask to keep people away from thousands of miles.

He had thought that he was probably cursed, perhaps because he had committed too many sins in his previous life. In this life, he was sentenced to a lifetime of loneliness and could not obtain true love.

However, he was unexpectedly moved without any warning. The heart that was already cold and hard to move was beating again with vitality.

So that's it, he told himself in his heart. Just try it, just try it again.

She didn' t care about the outcome and didn' t care about the gains and losses.

Both of them had mixed thoughts in their hearts, but they just hugged each other silently.

Song xiaqing leaned against his chest and listened to his regular and powerful heartbeat.she closed her eyes and let go of the fatigue.

Vaguely thinking of the words of a writer he loved:" perhaps, when everything is silent, you can really hear that sentence, I like you." No matter how the hustle and bustle of the past crawled through our wounds, the rest of every day, will be like you every day, like you. "