The time is back to two hours ago.
At ten o'clock in the evening, outside a restaurant famous for its private dishes in the west of City A, Li Weixi gathered his suit jacket and walked down the stairs with a faint smile on his face. Vincent, who was half a step behind him, was beaming, his double chin bent into a smile.
They had just negotiated a deal, and the profits they earned did not disappoint the hard work they had put in for half a month since returning to China. Vincent's small calculations were crackling, and he quickly calculated how much bonus he could get.
At this moment, the phone in Vincent's pocket rang. He glanced at the overseas phone number displayed on the screen, his cheeks trembled, and he quickly handed the phone to the boss.
"Mr. Li, your father's phone number..."
Li Weixi didn't even glance at the phone, and said coldly, "Hang up."
"But… "
"It's nothing but, you are my assistant, not my dad's assistant."
Wen Sen had a smile on his face, and countless screaming chickens neighed at the same time in his heart: Hey master, I am not your fucking assistant, my fucking title when I joined the job was Enterprise Guan Peisheng, I fucking want to know too Why did I send you back home with you
That's right - distribution.
During the graduation season, the 22-year-old Vincent University god who held two master's degrees in his hand finally got an offer from Li's Group after passing five trials. The salary is high and the benefits are good. I was transferred to an internship, and after receiving my graduation certificate, I could skip the probationary period and join the job directly, which made me envious of all my classmates at home and abroad.
He posted it again and again in Moments, and none of the Jiugongge photos were enough for him. His nemesis Hua Xiang has become his key caretaker, and he will send the five meals a day provided by the company to him regularly and regularly.
Vincent is very satisfied with this job, and naturally showed 100% passion for work. He originally planned to climb up steadily step by step, but he thought that HR would inform him that the young master of the Li Group and the vice president of the company would return to China to explore the domestic market, because Vincent performed well and was Chinese, so Was promoted as an exception, and returned to China with the young master.
Vincent happily lost a whole catty, but he didn't realize something was wrong until the day of his business trip—
—Young Master, let’s not talk about shouting and embracing when you return to China, at least you have to have a whole team to cooperate with you, how do you look at it, it’s just the two of them
After landing, Vincent ran with the young master for a few days before gradually waking up: it is not a good job to go back to China with the young master. Mrs. Li left her homeland in a few years ago and took root in the United States. The domestic market is basically equivalent to No.
He beat around the bush and inquired with his old colleagues, and finally understood: the young master quarreled with the CEO, and was sent back to the country to open up wasteland!
Poor Wen Sen is full of ambitions and pays nothing. In addition to his assistant's work every day, he also has to serve as Li Weixi's full-time housekeeper.
Mr. Li, who is 36 years old this year, works as hard as 26, and as hairy as 16. He can change hotels overnight for a strand of hair that doesn't belong to him to appear on the carpet!
Wen Sen returned to China with him for more than half a month, and his whole body was tired and swollen.
This is not the most urgent thing, because Mr. Li's parents can't contact him, and all calls to find him go to Wen Sen's mobile phone. The first time he received a call from the president's special assistant, he was so scared that he couldn't speak clearly!
Li Weixi asked Wen Sen to hang up his father's phone, and five minutes later, the fucking call came again.
Li Weixi had a good relationship with his mother, so he reluctantly accepted.
Vincent pretended to be admiring the moon, and listened with his ears open.
Just listen to Li Weixi say:
"Well, it's me."
"My mobile phone was broken. The calling card? The calling card was also thrown away."
"The contract has been won, Vincent will send it back."
"I won't return."
"I'm not married."
"My dad has more than one son. He can let any son he likes to inherit."
"No matter how much you cry, I still like men."
Wen Sen slipped his foot and almost fell into the lotus pond next to him.
Li Weixi looked at him calmly, unaware of how shocking his words were.
He said into the phone again: "Don't worry about it. I'm doing well here. The assistant is very smart, and the brain capacity is directly proportional to the body size."
Vincent: ...? ? ? ? What's wrong with me being fat? I didn't eat your Li's beef noodles again!
Li Weixi said a few words to his mother, his tone was cold and polite, but the female voice on the other end of the phone kept crying and howling, getting more and more shrill. Li Weixi was the most impatient about this, so he hung up the phone and threw it back into Wen Sen's hands.
Wen Sen asked: "... just hang up like this?" This is Mrs. Li's marriage reminder!
"She has been crying for so long, let her rest and rest."
"..."
Because of this episode, Li Weixi's mood fell to the bottom in an instant. It was worth celebrating to conclude a business deal, but now he has lost his mind. He asked Vincent to take a taxi home by himself, while he drove a rented commercial vehicle to go outside the city.
City A is surrounded by a moat. The expressway outside the city is built along the river. On one side is the scenery on the river and on the other side is the suburban mountain scenery. It is really a good place for a drive. There were few cars in the middle of the night, so Li Weixi stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and ran outside the city for two laps before gradually calming down the boredom in his heart.
He has always been a restrained person with a sense of propriety in his actions. Seeing that the hour hand crossed zero, he refilled the car and planned to go back to the hotel to rest.
Unexpectedly, before he drove to the high-speed exit, he suddenly felt a cramping pain in the lower right side of his abdomen. Judging by common sense, it is likely to be sudden acute appendicitis.
He didn't expect that he would encounter such an emergency. In order to avoid contact with his parents, he never got a new mobile phone after it broke, and he relied on Vincent to communicate with the outside world. There was no way he could call an ambulance now—it was useless, he couldn't even tell where he was.
Li Weixi is now parked on the emergency parking belt of the expressway, and no vehicles have passed by after waiting for a long time.
His head was sweating from the pain, and he fell on the steering wheel for a while, his body was wet as if he had been splashed with water.
After gradually getting used to the pain, Li Weixi gritted his teeth and continued to drive for a while, finally reaching the exit of the expressway.
It's also a coincidence that there is a tall road sign at the exit of the expressway, with an arrow drawn on it, saying that the People's Hospital of a certain area is three kilometers away.
If he looked in the mirror at this time, he would definitely be shocked by his own appearance: his eyes were staring straight, his lips were bitten by himself, bleeding out, and his face was pale. He held back his energy, thinking about the last three kilometers, and there was no car on the road at night, so he could rush across in a few minutes.
Unexpectedly, when he was only two intersections away from the hospital, a slow Aston Martin stopped his way forward.
It's obviously a top supercar, but it's not as fast as a bus!
Li Weixi was beeping desperately, but the car in front was still driving smoothly, like an old ox plowing the field.
Normally, Li Weixi would rather stop for three minutes than grab a second, but now he is racing against time, and he can't delay even half a second, so he gritted his teeth and decided to overtake.
He just stepped on the accelerator to accelerate, but he didn't expect the car in front to turn on the turning signal at the same time, and planned to turn to the side lane to avoid the car behind-only heard a "bang", the commercial vehicle rear-end supercar, the huge impact made Li Weixi's body violent He rushed forward, the airbag deployed and hit his face, the seat belt tightened and squeezed his side...
Li Weixi's eyes darkened, and he fainted from the pain.
…
The ambulance pulled Li Weixi away who was unconscious.
The police car whoosh ↓~~woo—whoosh ↓~~woo—carried two traffic policemen.
The driver of Aston Niuding, Hua Xiang, who was hit late at night, stood in front of the traffic police in shock, and honestly recounted what happened just now.
The policeman saw that he was driving a luxury sports car despite his young age, and asked him routinely, "Is this car yours?"
"No, no, my friend borrowed it from me."
"What about the driver who hit you?"
"Traveled away by ambulance."
While the three of them were talking, He Yu arrived in a hurry. In the middle of the night, he was called by Boss Fu to come over to deal with the car crash, with a stinky face on his face.
The car Li Weixi rented was equipped with a driving recorder. The police checked the records and confirmed that he rear-ended the car in front while overtaking.
The police said: "The front car and the rear car each bear half of the responsibility."
Hua Xiang's heart was pounding. Although his family was rich, it wasn't so rich that he could buy him an Aston Martin for fun. Especially the spare parts for supercars were not available in China, so they needed to buy them from abroad. Come on, it will cost a lot of money! To let his dad know that he bumped someone's Aston Martin, he still has to deprive him of his pocket money for a year? !
"No, it shouldn't be! Uncle policeman, this is a rear-end collision, and the rear car is fully responsible!"
The little traffic policeman glanced at his driver's license, and while copying the police record, he said, "Hua Xiang, 20 years old, right? I'm only five years older than you. Who's your uncle?"
"Brother policeman..."
The little traffic policeman pressed his big-brimmed hat: "Isn't it written in the traffic regulations, which side should the car behind pass from?"
"Overtaking on the left..."
"Which side should the vehicle in front avoid?"
"..."
"talk?"
"Get out of the way on the right..."
"Then brother Hua Xiang, where did you avoid it?"
Hua Xiang started yelling: "Brother, I haven't driven such a good car before. When I get nervous, I turn to the left."
Because both cars were going to the left, they ended up kissing each other like this.
Hua Xiang still wanted to argue with reason, but He Yu stopped him and said in a low voice, "The boss's car is fully insured. You are a friend of Young Master Qiu, and the boss will not blame you. You go, I am here."
Hua Xiang was also injured, but fortunately the injury was not serious, just a little scratch in the middle of his forehead. He Yu met him, a half-old child who was frightened like this, patted him on the shoulder, and told him to go to the hospital to bandage and see the wound, and leave the rest of the trivial matters to He Yu himself.
…
Hua Xiang was not injured, but thinking about the shocking scene just now, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. This place is not far from the hospital, and he walked over trembling all the way.
On the way, he first sent a wechat message to his mother - he wanted to call but worried that his mother was asleep - saying that there was a small car accident on the road, and he was going to the hospital now, and he would not go home tonight.
After thinking about it, he called Vincent again.
He and Vincent have always been at odds with each other. Although they have each other's mobile phone numbers, they never contact each other. He took the initiative to call this time and waited for more than a minute before being picked up.
Wen Sen had just finished taking a shower and was about to go to sleep, his tone was very unpleasant: "Why are you calling in the middle of the night?"
Hua Xiang was anxious: "You come to xx hospital quickly, Mr. Li in New York, USA, had a car accident!"
Vincent's tone was cold: "This joke is not funny."
"I'm fucking kidding, and I have no grudge against him."
Vincent was dubious: "Did he hit someone with a car?"
"He hit me with a car!"
"...Huashi, if you dare to play tricks on me, you will definitely pay for your lies tomorrow."
Hua Xiang said: "Bah, you bastard, you haven't paid the price for your fatness yet!"
After Hua Xiang finished talking on the phone, he just walked to the gate of the hospital. He ran to the emergency triage desk and asked the nurse where the patient who had just been brought over in a car accident was, and if he was being treated.
The nurse flipped through the medical records in her hand: "You mean the one with acute appendix perforation?"
"No, no, it's from a car accident."
"It's him. There was only one patient brought in by a car accident tonight. His injuries were minor. The patient woke up once halfway through and complained of cramps in his lower right abdomen. The doctor diagnosed a perforated appendix. Now the operation is over."
The onset of appendicitis was fast and painful. Fortunately, the operation was performed very quickly. Hua Xiang was delayed at the scene of the car accident for more than an hour. When he arrived at the hospital, Li Weixi had just been pushed out of the operating room and transferred to the emergency ward to rest.
Li Weixi was operated under general anesthesia, and he was still awake when he was pushed out of the operating room. Hua Xiang treated the wound on his forehead at the nurse's station, and after thinking about it, he decided to visit Li Weixi's ward.
In the house, Li Weixi, who was pale, fell asleep on the hospital bed, his body was wrapped in pure white bedding, and the faint smell of disinfectant water lingered everywhere in the room. His personal belongings were piled up in a small basket by the bedside, and his clothes were all wrinkled.
Hua Xiang casually dragged a chair from the side and sat down, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at the patient curiously.
He still doesn't know the full name of Mr. Li. He only knows that he is Wen Sen's current boss and Qiu Qiu's former love rival. If you want to calculate it. Mr. Li should be at least thirty-five years old, but there are not many signs of age on his face.
Hua Xiang studied drama with his master since he was a child, and he has been with beautiful men of different styles, with a combination of hardness and softness, and outstanding appearance. But Mr. Li's appearance can still be ranked in the top three in his mind. He has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, cool temperament, beauty, posture, and appearance.
Just as Hua Xiang was thinking wildly, the man on the hospital bed groaned in pain, and saw two eyelashes trembling non-stop, as if he could wake up at any time.
Hua Xiang and him were neither close nor close, and there were several relationships between them. He wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a dirty white coat thrown in the corner of the emergency ward, which may have been taken off by a doctor temporarily.
Quicker than his brain, he pulled the white coat and put it on, and pulled out a white mask to cover his mouth and nose.
Since Mr. Li in New York, USA bumped into himself, he should be taught a lesson...
…
Li Weixi broke free from the effect of the anesthetic, and opened his eyes in a daze.
He had a dull pain in his entire abdomen, because he just woke up from the anesthesia, and he couldn't tell where the pain was at the moment, and he couldn't remember why he was lying in the hospital.
In front of the hospital bed, a doctor wearing a mask stood with his hands down.
Li Weixi spoke with a hoarse voice and a slow tongue. : "...doctor, what's wrong with me?"
The doctor let out a long sigh, filled with grief: "Mr. Li, we have tried our best, but we did not keep the baby in your womb."
"..."