When Jiangbei woke up in the morning, it was already more than one o'clock in the afternoon.
There was no one in the room. She went down barefoot with a burning pain in her neck, but it was much better than yesterday.
When she opened the curtain, she had to close her eyes because of the sunlight outside. Then she found a little adhesive tape on the back of her hand, which was used to prevent bleeding after injection.
The door behind her was suddenly opened. Aunt Wen came in and looked at where Jiangbei was standing. She said anxiously, "Miss Jiang, how did you get up?"
Jiangbei looked back and saw aunt Wen standing there with a bowl of porridge.
"Gu Heng is playing chess." She asked.
"Mr. Gu went to the company. He watched over Miss Jiang all night, waiting for you to finish three bottles of liquid medicine before you went to rest. Before leaving, he told me to cook millet porridge for you."
Jiangbei frowned, but didn't say anything. She walked over and sat by the bed. Aunt Wen also came over and handed her millet porridge: "Miss Jiang, you haven't eaten in two days. First, eat something to cushion your stomach."
She didn't say it was OK. When she mentioned Jiangbei, she just felt that her stomach was empty. She really didn't have anything. Her stomach was aching, which made the millet porridge extremely sweet.
She suddenly remembered that before she was in a coma, the sentence she said to Aunt Wen rolled away.
At that time, her brain was hazy, and she only resisted everyone. As soon as someone approached her, she would like to show her claws and grab someone.
"I'm sorry," she whispered
Aunt Wen naturally knows what she's talking about. She has no children and likes Jiangbei from her heart. She has long regarded her as her own child. It's hard to see her abused.
Nodding with tears, she handed her millet porridge and said, "Hey, good boy, aunt Wen doesn't blame you. It's the right thing to drink the porridge and keep healthy."
Jiangbei pad pad head, took porridge, sipped up.
The temperature is just right.
On the other hand, Gu Hengyi is not as casual as Jiangbei. As soon as he entered the company, Gu Ziliang followed him, pointed to his nose and asked him where Jiangbei was.
After what happened last night, Gu Hengyi calmed down a lot. To put it bluntly, it was because he was drunk that he let him go so easily last night. Now I wake up and hate that I didn't beat him hard last night.
It's impossible to fight now.
This is in the company, rashly spread the news of high-level leaders fighting, is a bad news for the company.
"What's the matter?" He leaned against the chair and looked at Gu Ziliang in a funny way. "In my house, I'm lying on the bed. Why, do you still want to take her to your bed?"
Gu Heng looks like an elite player on the surface. He looks like a man with excellent self-cultivation. However, only those who are really familiar with him know that he is very good at throwing Yin moves behind his back. He plays all kinds of tricks. He is also good at speaking Kung Fu, which makes people suffer a lot. However, he usually hides well. People who are not familiar with him almost think that he is a real gentleman. However, he is cruel in the company, but he is a rare talent in business.
Sheep in wolf's skin, this sentence is about Gu Hengyi.
Therefore, in the face of Gu Ziliang, he showed his true side.
"I ask you, where is Jiangbei?" Gu Ziliang had no patience, narrowed his eyes, looked at Gu Heng and asked in a calm voice.
Seeing that he was more serious, Gu Heng no longer pretended to play chess. He stood up, grabbed the pen beside him, turned it in his hand, and asked casually, "if I just don't say it."
Gu Ziliang's eyes were red with anger.
Before he could figure out what to say, he felt a surge of anger in his mind. Yesterday, Jiangbei lay dying in his arms, with the dark red scar on his neck.
He can't even protect the people he likes. What kind of man is he?
Before the reason came back, the body had already stepped forward and hit Gu Hengyi fiercely in the face.
Gu Heng was unprepared for a moment. He hit him in the middle of his nose. A warm liquid gushed out. He reached out and wiped it. He was surprised.
Blood.
There are not many people who can make him bleed in this life. Jiangbei is one, and Gu Ziliang is one.
It's a pity that Gu Heng is not a vegetarian either. When he reacts, he rushes up and they fight.
It's hard to tell who has the upper hand. It's all people who fight for their lives. The strength of an adult man is no matter how weak Gu Ziliang is. Once he is fierce, Gu Heng's chess will be a little overwhelmed.
Fists, feet, head to head, where you can fight, fight to the end, two people do not have much strength, but still biting their teeth, holding a breath, fighting each other.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
"Mr. Gu! Mr. Gu The visitors were very flustered. They should have rushed in after hearing the movement inside. People kept pouring in outside the door. I don't know who it was. Finally, they yelled: "pull them apart quickly."All the people reacted, rushed up and pulled the two red eyed people apart.
Both of them are in a mess, especially Gu Ziliang. The glasses on the bridge of his nose are gone, and the corners of his eyes are red and swollen. He looks at Gu Hengyi with murderous eyes.
Gu Heng took a breath, looked at Gu Ziliang, pushed aside the people who supported him, and compared his middle finger.
It's such an action that I almost didn't let two people fight again.
Gu Heng can't stand it either. His nose is bleeding, and his suit has been wrinkled for a long time.
The people who came in twisted Gu Ziliang and went out. After all, he looked even weaker. He could stand up only when he was supported by others, and he would be in a coma in the next second. Gu Hengqi looked at the crowd of people who came in, and felt a burst of irritability in his heart. He roared: "what are you looking at? Don't go to work soon!"
This roar, instantly let all people back to God, do birds and beasts spread out.
Gu Heng lost all his strength in an instant. He stumbled on the chair and supported his forehead.
The blood came out slowly.
He gave a sneer.
Since yesterday, he seems to have been in a state of disaster.
It's all because of Jiangbei. If it wasn't for her, it wouldn't have happened.
What a bane.
He covered his forehead and thought that the wound that Jiangbei beat out with an ashtray yesterday had not healed, but today Gu Ziliang beat his nose with his fist.
Jiangbei.
Thinking of her frail appearance last night, a stream of fame suddenly surged up.