Love you in my whole life

Since Hao Chengsheng took over Hao, he has become busier than ever. Since he was a child, he has been carefully cultivated as an heir. Unfortunately, he made a mistake and lost his right of inheritance. Now Hao finally returns to his hands. His mood is somewhat complicated. Thinking of his father, he can't help but feel uncomfortable. He stands at the window and lights a cigarette. He looks at the landscape outside, dazed.

It's been more than a month since he took over Hao's job. He has always been vigorous and resolute. He is not afraid that people will say that he eradicates dissidents. He is not a person of the same mind with him. Can he save for future rebellion?

Hao Shi is his father's painstaking effort, and he once yearned for it. Now, he stands here, overlooking the place bound with his fate, and a sense of belonging rises in his heart. This is his kingdom, the place he struggles for in the next half of his life, and also his unshirkable responsibility.

Just in a trance, the mobile phone rings. He goes to the table and picks it up. It's Jiang Qisheng. He tells Hao Chengsheng the bad news: "Hao Mingxuan has run away."

Hao Chengsheng was surprised. "How could he run away? When did it happen? "

"Last night, he suddenly suffered from colic. The detention center sent someone to send him to the hospital. During the examination, he knocked out the doctor, changed his clothes and ran away. I'm afraid he'll do you a disservice. Let me tell you

"OK, thank you, team Jiang. I see."

Hang up the phone, his face some dignified, think about it, call Jiang Xinlu, "Hao Mingxuan ran, you go out careful."

Jiang Xinlu was also surprised, "how did you run away? The police didn't even watch? "

Hao Chengsheng snorted, "it's probably someone outside. He just ran away. He shouldn't show up so soon. Just pay more attention."

Jiang Xinlu said, "if he dares to run, it means he has given up. You don't have to worry about me. You should be more careful yourself."

"I know," Hao Chengsheng stroked his forehead. "I'm going to work overtime today. I'll go back later."

"There are so many things going on recently that I have to work overtime too," Jiang Xinlu said. "If I leave work earlier than you, I will pick you up."

Hao Chengsheng laughs, "miss me?"

"Well," Jiang Xinlu admitted generously, "I miss you."

The next two people didn't speak, but they didn't hang up. During this period, they were busy. Jiang Xinlu's medicated soap was just about to be launched. He just took over Hao's, but he was too busy to stop. There was less time to meet, so it was very precious to make a phone call.

In the middle of the ring, Hao Chengsheng kisses the phone with a ring. Jiang Xinlu hears it at the other end. Her face is hot, and her heart is slightly throbbing. Her voice is softer. "You're busy. Remember to eat. I'll hang up."

Hao Chengsheng said, wait for her to hang up first.

At that end, Jiang Xinlu hung up the phone and couldn't help bending her lips and laughing, but she didn't have much time to savor it and began to do things.

As soon as she picked up the pen, her mobile phone rang again. She glanced at it and found that it was Yang Zhixiang. When she picked it up, it was not Yang Zhixiang's voice, but Ma Zhixi. "Hello, Xinlu, I'm uncle ma."

Jiang Xinlu didn't want to talk to him and asked, "what's the matter with you? Where's my mother? "

"Your mother is ill, she won't let me tell you, and she won't go to the hospital," Ma Zhixi said. "I really can't help it. I just call you."

"What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know. I don't look good. I can't cough well. I always say that my chest hurts. I asked her to go to the hospital, but she refused. She was lying on the bed. It hurts like shrimp."

"Why won't she go to the hospital?"

"Why else? You don't know your mother and are afraid of spending money."

"You let her talk to me."

"Well, you wait."

Soon, Yang Zhixiang's voice came out of the microphone, "Hey, Xiao Lu, don't listen to your uncle Ma, cough, cough, I'm ok, don't worry, cough..."

Jiang Xinlu heard that she really had a bad cough and said, "when you are sick, go to the hospital and have a look. Don't hold on. You don't have to worry about money. Your body is the most important."

"It's OK. It's old. Cough..."

This time, he coughed for a long time. When he spoke again, he changed to Ma Zhixi. He kept his voice very low. "Xinlu, you'd better come here. She coughed up blood and didn't let me tell you."

Jiang Xinlu pondered for a while and said, "OK, I'll come here now."

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Kuang Xiwen received a very strange wechat from Jiang Xinlu: take a picture of the secret recipe of medicinal soap and pass it to me.

Endless words, let him puzzled, what does Jiang Xinlu want the secret recipe of herbal soap to do? The secret recipe is the core of medicinal soap. The original is in Jiang Xinlu's hands. After cracking it, he made a detailed secret recipe again. Only he and Jiang Xinlu know it. Usually, the proportion matching is done by himself. It belongs to the company's first-class business secret. You can't copy or take photos casually, even Jiang Xinlu himself. This is the rule they discussed in the morning, So when he saw this wechat, doubts began to rise in his heart.

To Jiang Xinlu call, but can't get through, ask her secretary, only said Jiang out, as for where to go, she doesn't know.

Kuang Xiwen knows that Jiang Xinlu is not a person who has no sense of propriety. Maoran sends him such a message, but he can't figure it out for a moment and a half. When he calls again, he still can't get through. Next, he receives Jiang Xinlu's wechat on his mobile phone: Xiwen, please take me the secret recipe of herbal soap. I have urgent needs. Hurry up.

This message was in a pressing tone, but Kuang Xiwen couldn't figure out what was in urgent need of the secret recipe of soap medicine. Moreover, Jiang Xinlu couldn't get through all the time, and he gradually had a bad feeling in his heart.

As time goes by, Kuang Xiwen has no intention of working. He is staring at the screen of his mobile phone. He is waiting for the next message.

About half an hour later, the information came. This time, I wrote a paragraph: Xiwen, I know it's a bit out of order, but I'm talking about financing with the investor. At present, both sides have reached an agreement verbally. The investor hopes to verify our secret recipe of herbal soap. This is the only request they put forward, and I agreed. Please give me the secret recipe of herbal soap and show it to them.

This seems reasonable, but Kuang Xiwen is even more puzzled. Although he is only responsible for medicated soap, as the core senior management of the company, how can he not know such a big thing as financing? What's more, even if you really want to raise funds, the first choice should be Hao Chengsheng's Desheng investment. How can you find other investors, not to mention which company? What's more, why do investors want to see the secret recipe of medicated soap? If you show them, they can't understand it. What's the point of reading it?

The more he thinks about it, the more wrong it is. However, it's not long since Jiang Xinlu lost contact. It's estimated that the police will not accept it. He thinks about it and calls Hao Chengsheng.