A Guide to Raising a Blackened Boss

Chapter 67

Lou Zhuang's words were like knives, piercing Li Renhai's heart, turning him into a hedgehog in minutes.

"You cough, cough, cough!" Li Renhai coughed violently while clutching his chest, his face turned blue, "You are so cruel!"

Seeing that the person was coughing so badly, Lou Zhuang kindly reminded: "If you are not healthy, you should go to the hospital, half of your body will be buried in the ground."

Opening the glass door and walking out of the meeting room, Lou Zhuang heard a huge movement behind her.

An exclamation sounded: "Mr. Li!"

Lou Zhuang watched the employees coming and going in the corridor, suddenly became interested, and stood in front of the French window and took a photo for Wen Zhen.

The photo is a bird's-eye view. Looking down at a height of dozens of floors, the surrounding buildings become smaller, not to mention the pedestrians and vehicles on the ground.

Wen Jing received the message, clicked on the photo and looked at it for a while, then zoomed in with his long finger.

On the spotless floor-to-ceiling windows, Lou Zhuang's figure is reflected.

He could imagine Lou Zhuang's earnest and focused appearance while holding the phone with both hands to take pictures.

Wen Ting typed: "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

Just about to click "Send", Louzhuang sent a message——

"Like it?"

"This is the country I laid down for you."

Wen Yu: "."

After being choked up for a few seconds, Wen Yu deleted the original text and typed: "I like it."

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Wen Ting curled his lower lip, thought for a while, and typed out the words he hadn't sent just now, and clicked send.

Over there, Lou Zhuang watched Li Renhai enter the door vertically and exit horizontally. When he heard the notification sound, he lowered his eyes.

Lou Zhuang: I'll be back later.

Wen Ting's heart sank, and he took the time to go to the supermarket to buy fresh ingredients, planning to cook hot pot at home at night.

After eating hot pot in the evening, Wen Yu told Lou Zhuang the news that Professor Chen had informed him in the afternoon.

"I'm going to Beijing to participate in the competition next week, about three days or so."

Lou Zhuang drank fat house water, her lips were bright red, and she nodded when she heard the words: "Go, try to get No.1."

Wen Ting smiled, his brows were gentle: "Yes."

A new week came in the blink of an eye, Wen Ting packed his simple luggage, and took the plane to Beijing with Professor Chen and a few students from the Department of Computer Science.

After receiving a call from the hospital, Lou Zhuang was eating takeaway.

"Excuse me, are you Wen Yu's family? Wen Yu was in a car accident"

Lou Zhuang rushed to the hospital and stood at the door of the emergency room. The red light on the door made people feel annoyed.

There were people coming and going in the corridor, crying and shouting.

Some cried bitterly while lying on the dead body covered with white cloth, and some waited anxiously with their families with their children in their arms.

Lou Zhuang didn't know how long she had been waiting.

It may be an hour, it may be two hours, or even three or four hours.

She only remembered that her feet were numb at that time, and the door of the emergency room was slowly opened.

Wen Ting was pushed out by the medical staff and immediately sent to the intensive care unit.

Lou Zhuang stood outside the door, looking at the people inside through the window.

The young man's body is full of tubes, and the cold instruments are running by trickles. Against the backdrop of all the white around him, the picture is pale and powerless.

A doctor's voice came from the side: "The patient has broken four ribs, and the internal organs are bleeding seriously."

Lou Zhuang frowned quickly, her thoughts were a little confused, and she choked out four words: "I see."

The doctor left, and the police arrived shortly after.

"The driver who drove the car had drunk alcohol before, so it belongs to drunk driving. The specific situation needs to be investigated."

Lou Zhuang rubbed her wrist with her fingertips, her calmness was scary: "I want to see him, can I?"

Police: "Of course."

　Good evening, this world is coming to an end, the next world is "the Lord of War in a wheelchair".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)