Pick up a CEO and take him home (Part 2) “Please, please…

Under the moon, the night air is floating.

I was very close to him, but I didn't smell anything from him.

There was no smell of perfume or sweat from running all the way.

He was as plain as a bottle of pure water.

I let out a long breath, and leaned against him, releasing most of my strength.

This woman definitely bought fake wine.

My vision was blurry and my head was buzzing, as if ten thousand bees were having a party in my head.

Perhaps because of dizziness, a strange light flashed in the assistant's eyes at the moment of releasing the force.

Pressing his forehead and looking closely, his smile is still perfect.

"Boss, this is your brain."

"Bring it to me."

My wrist felt cold, but my head didn't become clear. Instead, it became more dizzy and a feeling of fatigue came over me.

"Take me back."

Before I passed out, I heard my assistant say,

"Okay, President."

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When I woke up, I was lying in bed.

The 50-square-meter bed was surrounded by family doctors.

When the leading doctor saw me wake up, he rushed forward to examine me. The other team leader Lu Liu reported my physical condition to me.

My memory has returned.

Before I lost my memory, I was in a flying accident.

My plane crashed and I parachuted with the crew to escape. Everyone landed safely, but I was the only one missing.

Recalling the time before the crash, I suddenly remembered that a second before the plane shook, I happened to touch the birthday present for my nephew——

A sports car key.

So, the frequent accidents before were actually intended to create a car accident to give that woman a chance to appear in front of me?

The "Ba" team specializes in handling matters related to me. When I reported the case, after my face was put on the system, my identity should have been confirmed within half a day, but in the end it took a full twenty days.

And in the end, it was my assistant who approached me first.

Because it took a full twenty days to find me, the people who handled matters related to me were reprimanded.

They went back to look for the reason why they didn't find me at the beginning, and discovered that the file of the report had been lost due to a bug.

This can't be a coincidence.

The attackers - or rather, the one who controls the attackers, is increasingly interfering with this world.

In this case, we must not sit idly by and wait for death.

I told my assistant, "Notify the research institute that the third generation of intelligent brain has officially begun research."

The assistant who brought me back smiled as usual, "Okay, President."

He walked out with his back straight, his figure as sturdy as a pine or bamboo.

Of course I know that assistants have many secrets.

But since I chose the person myself, I naturally believe him.

…

After I fully recovered, I went back to see the woman.

Anyway, the fact is, she saved me.

I found her with the transfer agreement prepared by my assistant.

The woman was eating when she saw me.

I haven't seen her for a long time. She has lost a lot of weight. When she saw me, she was stunned for a moment and her tears fell into the food.

"Great, you're okay."

She rushed over and wanted to throw herself into my arms. I subconsciously turned sideways and the assistant stood in front of me.

He smiled and said, "I'm sorry Miss, the president is not fully recovered yet and still has wounds on his body."

The woman asked worriedly and concernedly, "Wound? Is it serious? What happened afterwards?"

"It's not serious, just some skin injuries."

The woman pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be able to speak, conveying to me her worry, anxiety, embarrassment, and unconcealable love during this period.

"I, I thought you were hiding from me..."

She lowered her head, and although she was always sunny and cheerful, her hands unconsciously grasped the hem of her clothes.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper last time. I hope you won't take it to heart in the future."

"No need to apologize, you saved me, you will always be my benefactor."

When the woman heard what I said, her face turned pale.

I handed her the transfer agreement and said, "Thank you for taking me in a while ago. I hope you like these. If you run into any trouble in the future, you can call me on this number."

Three villas, two flats, 80 million in cash, and a car.

Of course, my life is more than this, but I can't rush into anything.

When the woman saw this, her hands trembled slightly.

I knew she couldn't refuse this.

Because the last time her gambler father came to see her was because he owed a huge debt again.

"I can help you deal with your father's affairs and put him in a gambling rehabilitation center so that he won't disturb your life in the future."

The woman, who was always decisive, seemed a little hesitant at this moment.

She bit her lower lip lightly and whispered, "He is my father after all..."

I understood.

It seems that this "father" is also part of the strategy.

According to her script, I speculated that I would develop feelings for her over a long period of time, and when I regained my memory, her gambler father would become the bond for me to reconnect with her or promote our relationship.

If I control him too early, how can he continue to contact me later?

I looked at her with a soft expression, "You are just too kind."

Her cheeks flushed and her eyes flickered.

…

The number I left her was my work number.

Occasionally, she would send me a text message, asking me if I had eaten well or if I was feeling unwell.

Just like when I didn't recover my memory.

I have always been very patient with valuable strategy seekers.

I would reply to every message, but my words were always polite, and I would always keep my distance from the tentativeness and intimacy in her words.

Obviously, this was not what she wanted.

So, one day half a month later, I received a call from her.

She choked up on the phone, "Can you help me? You are all I have."

So, I met her two hours later.

Her gambler father, after knowing that she saved me and that I gave her some money, became more unscrupulous in gambling.

Because of his generosity, he was treated as a guest of honor in many casinos and made many good friends.

Now that we have friends, we can communicate.

Every gambler wants his own base.

They introduce and recommend each other.

In this way, the gambler father was taken to one casino after another.

Gamblers are the least trustworthy.

When people get drunk, no matter whether they are relatives or friends, wives or children, as long as they can be exchanged for chips, they will all be pushed to the gambling table.

Of course, this also includes the gambler father who is the victim.

He was wooed by many casinos, which designed one gambling game after another to make money from him.

His money was like a spring, flowing in endlessly, and more and more casinos extended olive branches to him.

His background and the source of his money were naturally also discovered - that filial daughter.

The filial daughter saved a noble man and gave his family enough property to provide them with a lifetime of food and clothing. However, all this property was exchanged by her gambling father for chips on the gambling table.

They couldn't find out who the noble man was, but they were already thinking about how much money they could get from him given the woman's status as his savior.

The woman's money and house were taken away by her father bit by bit. In the end, the father was detained in a casino. He called his daughter crying and asked her to send the money over.

This time, he owed 200 million.

Even if the woman sold her last house, she still couldn't pay off the debt.

With such a large sum of money, she could only ask that noble man for help.

So, I received her call.

"Can you lend me 100 million?"

As she spoke, she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground.

I didn't answer. She said anxiously with tears in her eyes, "This time I will send him to a nursing home and keep him under surveillance. He won't go out and cause trouble again."

I still didn't answer. She became more and more anxious. She suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to the ground. She couldn't get up for a long time. "I am willing to work like a cow or a horse for you. I will do anything you ask me to do. Please, please..."

I chuckled and helped her up, "How could I not help you? You are my savior."

She looked at me in surprise, with strong emotions bursting out of her eyes.

I smiled slightly, "Those casinos have been shut down, and the illegal profits cannot be recovered through legal means. Your father should be under custody now, and no one will chop his arms off again. Are you happy?"

The money I gave her was bait that exposed the casinos lurking in the dark, destroying many families and saving millions of people.

Such a huge betting operation only required a mere 80 million yuan, five houses and a car.

The cost is negligible compared to the benefits.

I said, I am always patient with valuable attackers.

And I never do business at a loss.

The woman opened her eyes wide and looked at me. Slowly, as if she realized something, the color drained from her face.

…

The woman disappeared.

We had anticipated this.

The room where she was imprisoned was a special laboratory that recorded the fluctuations generated when she disappeared.

Similar to the fluctuations of space buttons and wormholes.

The fluctuations are recorded, and perhaps one day, similar fluctuations can be replicated.

Although fluctuations are difficult to replicate, detection is not difficult.

Within two months, an instrument capable of detecting fluctuations had been developed and was being produced overtime.

In this way, such attackers who appear out of nowhere can be discovered in time.

After the finished product is developed, I will be given priority to try it out.

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After dealing with the woman's affairs, in the blink of an eye, it was my nephew's birthday.

He had lunch with his family at noon, and in the evening he held a birthday party and invited his friends to come and play.

He was popular, so not only his brothers came, but also his entire college classmates, and even the students who had just transferred to his major were invited.

When I was about to leave, I saw some students walking towards this side in twos and threes.

They greeted me shyly, and after my nephew's introduction, a group of children called me uncle in unison like birds.

One of the boys had beautiful eyes and eyebrows. I don’t know if it was because it was too hot outside, but his cheeks were flushed. I always felt that he was a little strange.

After they left, I asked my nephew, "Is that your classmate too?"

My nephew nodded, "Yes, he is the new student who transferred to our major."

The conditions for changing majors are very strict, and the boy is very outstanding.

I responded, looking away from the boy.

The way he walked seemed a little unnatural.