Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Song dongrou tilted her head, looked at him up and down, and then suddenly laughed again. "It's human nature that general manager Gu suddenly fell into a coma. Life, old age, illness and death are not controlled by capable people, but the company's performance is not like this."

She deliberately lengthened the epilogue, faced Gu Beihua's angry eyes without fear, and said, "the company is now in a very unstable transition period, and needs to be guided. In the absence of the general manager, I will be the deputy general manager to replace you for the time being. "

Gu Beihua's throat suddenly floated a smell of fishy sweetness. His eyes were almost staring out of his eyes. His eyes were covered with scarlet blood. His voice of fury rolled out of his throat like a thunderbolt. "You dare --"

Song dongrou didn't answer. She just raised half of her eyebrows, gave a strange smile, turned her body gently, threw the curtain up, and walked away lightly.

Gu Beihua's eyes are so big that the corners of his eyes almost split. He just watched song dongrou go away without looking back.

He suddenly straightened himself up, like a fish that was rolled to the shore by the big waves but was not taken back. His pupils turned inside his head, leaving a large amount of white eyes.

The next second, his slender fingers grasped the snow-white sheets under his body, and the blue veins on the back of his hands twisted into rugged mountains, and his muscles were all taut.

He struggled for a moment, suddenly turned over, held the metal railing beside the hospital bed and coughed loudly. His eyes were scarlet, like a big drop of full cinnabar on the white rice paper.

Gu Beihua coughed so much that his internal organs almost fell out of his mouth that he finally managed to stop it.

He gritted his teeth and reached in his pocket. To his surprise, song dongrou didn't take his cell phone.

Did she do it on purpose or something else?

Gu Beihua thought of this layer all of a sudden, but now he has no time to study too much. It's good to have a communication tool.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and skillfully dialed a series of numbers.

Xue Yunlan is ready to go to sleep. She just closed her eyes for less than half a minute when she heard her mobile phone ring very untimely.

She frowned and scolded. She picked it up reluctantly and didn't even look at the caller ID.

"Yunlan, come to the hospital to meet me right now."

Gu Beihua's voice sounds a little hoarse, and even a little confused.

Xue Yunlan was slightly stunned at first, and then the interrogative words came to her mouth, but she coldly turned into a positive response, "OK, I'll go now."

Because after Gu Beihua finished that sentence, Xue Yunlan heard a not too big not too small throat sound - Gu Beihua was nervous.

This fact let Xue Yunlan originally shrouded in the head around that bit of hazy sleepiness instantly dissipated a clean.

Gu Beihua didn't say much. He answered the phone with a hoarse voice and hung up. He seemed to be in a hurry.

Xue Yunlan didn't care to ask any more. She almost crawled into the basement, grabbed a long windbreaker and went downstairs.

After what happened yesterday, Xue Yunbiao, who always boasted of his strength and strength, couldn't hold on any longer. He slept soundly in the room, snored loudly, and even couldn't block the door panel with excellent sound insulation.

Song dongrou walked out of the sick room and nodded at Song Yi who was standing in the corridor. "Let's go."

Song Yi frowned, "how is he?"

Song dongrou said calmly as she walked towards the elevator, "nothing's wrong, but she was too excited and fainted for a while."

Hearing this, Song Yi squeezes out a light hiss from between his teeth and says with regret, "it's cheap for him."

Song dongrou laughs and does not comment.

"Miss." After holding on for a long time, Song Yi finally whispered his doubts when he saw that there was no one else in the elevator, "why didn't you take out the video directly at that time? So we can save a lot of effort. "

Song dongrou smoothed her short hair behind her ears. "The video was too vague, and only recorded Tan Jing getting off his car. There was no direct evidence. If he wanted to deny it, he could not admit it."

Song Yi hesitates for a moment and looks at Song dongrou strangely.

He coughed tentatively and said, "Miss, at this time, you won't..."