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Lin jiamingxian was startled by Wen Shuyue's foot and empty shake, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Wen Shuyue.

Mr. Lin was obviously more worried about his son and asked, "Jia'er, how are you? What's the matter? "

Looking at her father, Lin Jia seems to have found a support. She pulls his father's arm and stands up. She feels guilty and stands behind his father. She glances at Wen Shuyue from time to time. Then she quickly takes her eyes back in fear. She weakly replies, "Dad, I'm ok. I just have a little pain when my leg is hit."

Seeing that her son was ok, Mr. Lin turned to Wen Shuyue. Seeing that she was watching herself silently, Mr. Lin finally admitted to Wen Shuyue: "Miss Wen, no, Mr. Wen, I'm really sorry. Lin Jia didn't mean it."

Wen Shuyue, with a clear expression at last, said in surprise: "he is the son of President Lin. as early as I said, there are not so many things."

Lin always understood that Wen Shu Yue was reproached him, embarrassed and his face turned red. He turned around and began to blame his son: "what do you say to you, let you go to school and come here to do something, can you participate in the company's affairs? You are an unfilial son. Mr. Wen should teach you a lesson. I should let you teach you a long lesson and see how I can deal with you when I go home. "

At this time, Lin Jia did not dare to be arrogant any more. He counseled and let President Lin teach him a lesson.

Mr. Lin couldn't bear to teach too much. He winked at Lin Jia and said angrily, "look at you. Don't you leave here soon and wait for me to deal with you when I get home!"

Lin jiakuang nodded, looked at Wen Shuyue and whispered, "goodbye, Mr. Wen!"

Then he left the company in disgrace.

Mr. Lin stares at the audience, sits back in his seat, grins and says to Wen Shuyue, "Mr. Wen, don't worry about the children. Let's go on with the meeting."

Wen Shuyue is too lazy to pay attention to Mr. Lin. the company itself is his. Now that it is acquired, it is normal to have dissatisfaction. Deliberately not to stop her son is just to see her make a fool of herself and embarrass her. Unfortunately, she is gentle and indifferent to this kind of trick.

The meeting itself went on to the end, and there was nothing to arrange. After a few small personnel transfers, the meeting ended.

After the announcement of the end of the meeting, Wen Shuyue got up calmly and walked slowly to her newly opened office. Her aura was still fully open. No one in the audience dared to move first. They all stood respectfully until she was far away from sight.

Wen Shuyue went into the office and immediately arranged for the temporary secretary to close the curtain and go out to close the door. Waiting for the assistant to go out, Wen Shuyue slumped on the sofa, loosened her teeth and turned pale. Open the coat carefully, and you will see that the blood from the abdominal wound has seeped out. If you stay outside for another minute, you can get the coat wet, and you will be found by the public.

Wen Shuyue looks at the extravasated blood and feels the loss of blood from her body. Finally, she has some fear in her heart. Her hands are stained with blood because they cover her abdomen. The blood stimulates her nerves and makes her fear deepen.

Wen Shuyue reaches out her trembling hand, opens her bag, finds her cell phone, and calls him with pale lips.

The phone was immediately picked up, and he Siming's sweet voice rang from the bottom of Wen Shuyue's heart.

"I have something on my side. Is it convenient for you to come and meet me now?" Wen Shuyue's voice was weak, obviously weak due to blood loss.

He Siming obviously noticed something wrong with Wen Shuyue's voice and said directly, "OK, where are you?"

Wen Shuyue wants to raise her other hand to operate the mobile phone, but she accidentally pulls the wound. A stream of pain and bright red blood come out together. Wen Shuyue takes a cold breath, so she can only give up the idea of passing the position to him and change to dictation.

"OK, I'll be right there." After hearing the address, he hung up and was ready to leave.

"Mr. He!" The subordinate immediately called him in doubt. He was still in a meeting. How could he prepare to leave.

He Siming didn't look back or stop. He just said, "guanyue, you are in charge of this project."

"Yes." Guan Yue answered, and then calmly looked at the people: "let's continue the discussion."

He Siming soon arrived at the start-up company and rushed to the president's office regardless of the obstruction of the front desk, so the security guards and the good crowd followed him, and he pushed the office door open.

People see Wen Shuyue with his back to everyone, sitting in a chair facing out of the window, as if looking at the scenery.

Wen Shuyue's "good name" has already spread in the company. At this moment, no one dares to speak. Only the temporary assistant is a little afraid and says, "Mr. He, I'm sorry, I didn't stop him."

"You all go out." Wen Shuyue's voice is not loud, and even has some weakness. But no one dares to doubt it, because they only see Wen Shuyue once and think that Wen Shuyue doesn't want to pay attention to them.

He Siming goes straight in, and his assistant closes the door for him. The crowd breaks up and starts to gossip.

Wen Shuyue is like a frustrated ball. His waist can't stand straight any more. When he presses the wound with both hands, although the blood flow is not big, there is still a tendency that he can't stop.

He Siming's attention was on Wen Shuyue. Seeing her collapse, he went over in a panic and saw that the wound on her shirt's upper abdomen had the most bloodstains. His face was pale and bloodless. It was obvious that the blood had been flowing for a while, and her consciousness was a little vague.He Siming didn't say a word. He gently picked up Wen Shuyue and was about to rush out. Wen Shuyue's bloody hand grabbed his sleeve. Wen Shuyue reluctantly said, "take the exclusive channel of the president, it's by the door."

He Siming immediately strides out. Fortunately, the president's office is an independent area, separated from the staff office by a passage, so he Siming comes out of the office and enters the elevator without attracting other people's attention.

Entering the garage, he Siming carefully put Wen Shuyue on the copilot, got into the driver's seat and drove back to the villa.

After calling the personal doctor, he Siming was driving while checking Wen Shuyue's condition. Her brow was locked and her right hand was still pressing against the bleeding wound. It seemed that she was very painful and uncomfortable.

He Siming's brow hasn't been loosened since he saw Wen Shuyue. He naturally knows that he won't die if he has so much blood. However, his heart is tightly tied together. Some people blame him for not taking good care of her, and even can't help thinking about whether he Siming will be in the world if something happens to Wen Shuyue I have thought about it.

Accelerator to the end, but 20 minutes, as if for centuries, the car finally entered the villa. As soon as he stopped, he Siming rushed to the room with Wen Shuyue in his arms. The private doctor was waiting in the living room and immediately followed him.