Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

Han Fu glanced at assistant Jiang. His eyes seemed to tell him to take care of Han Qichen.

Assistant Jiang nodded as hard as a rattle.

Han Fu sighed helplessly and turned to leave.

"Can you save him?" Han Qichen's trembling voice suddenly sounded.

Han Fu suddenly stopped and turned around leisurely.

"People left last night. Now even if the immortal Luo came to earth, there is no hope." What's more, there are no gods in the world. People are always so fragile and small in the face of death.

Han Qichen's solid arm shook slightly, "I beg you, you must have a way." From his birth to now, he has never begged anyone as humble as now, even if that person is his father.

Han's father came to Han Qichen step by step and patted him heavily on the shoulder. "I haven't done my duty as a father these years, and I've never taught you anything, but since some things have happened, I have to face the difficulties."

After that, Han Fu turned and left.

Han Qichen put his hand on the back of the sofa, his thin lips pursed pale, and a tear slowly fell from his right eye. Down his neck

Assistant Jiang suddenly widened his eyes. Is their president crying? It's even lower than the probability of winning 10 million in the lottery. He knew he was not right to think about it now, but he couldn't help being surprised that he could still see their president cry in his lifetime.

He moved slowly and came to Han Qichen. His erratic voice trembled slightly, "president, are you okay?"

"Get out."

"Always..." assistant Jiang opened his mouth and planned to continue to say something, but as soon as he saw Han Qichen's gloomy face, he immediately glanced back.

He closed his lips and crept out of the reception hall.

Gently closed the door, sighed stiffly, and hurriedly paced back and forth outside the door.

Han Qichen was the only one left in the room. He stood stunned.

His fingertips trembled pale. He promised Xue he would let her see her father in.

He broke his promise once. This time, she really won't forgive herself.

Assistant Jiang looked helplessly at the closed door in front of him.

What can I do now? My wife's father died. Don't all things fall on the President alone.

What should we do? And in two days, it will be the wedding of the president and Gu Qian.

The oncoming Yanxi looked blankly at assistant Jiang, "assistant Jiang, how did you walk around the door."

"Walking around, of course, because of something." He looked up and said, "what are you doing?"

"Oh, someone just sent a contract and said it needed the president to have a look. I heard that the president was in the reception room, so I sent it directly." As he spoke, he tried to push the door.

When his hand was only one centimeter away from the door, he was suddenly pulled back by assistant Jiang.

Assistant Jiang pointed at him with a serious face, "I tell you, the president is annoyed now. Don't disturb him."

The president is too busy to take care of himself now. Where is he in the mood to take care of the company's affairs.

"What happened."

"Don't worry about what happened. In short, you can't go in to find the president." He frowned and then said, "and I tell you, don't go to the president these days. By the way, you should hurry to inform the following people. If anything happens, you can send it directly to the Secretariat. Don't go upstairs to find the president these days. "

Yan Xi was confused. Although he didn't know what had happened, he could still see something from assistant Jiang's face.

"OK, I see. I'll do it now."

Assistant Jiang clenched one hand into a fist, gently hit the other hand, and continued to stand in front of the door, pacing back and forth.

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