"etc!"

The tall butler stood at the stairs, his tone cold.

"Ms. Gao, please go back first. I will help you pass the message when Mr. Sheng wakes up."

Secretary Gao raised his eyebrows: "Who the hell are you? Can you take responsibility for delaying the company's affairs?!"

"I don't understand business matters, but Mr. Sheng is in a coma with a high fever now, so Miss Gao, you'd better stay away!"

The butler remained gentlemanly and polite: "Lest our Madam Sheng know about the misunderstanding!"

"you!"

Secretary Gao was so angry that he was speechless.

She was very happy when she heard that Sheng Huai was sick just now. She thought it was a good opportunity to show her gentleness, but she didn't expect to be ordered to leave.

The housekeeper stopped talking nonsense with her and pointed to the door: "Please come in."

Secretary Gao gritted his teeth and left the villa unwillingly.

When Sheng Huai woke up, it was almost dusk.

He opened his eyes and saw a snow-white ceiling.

I struggled to sit up on the bed with my arms, and felt dizzy.

There was still IV tape on the back of his hand.

The messy bedroom had been cleaned up, but what worried Sheng Huai was that the torn photos he had picked up last night were also missing.

"Someone come!"

"Someone come!"

He staggered out of bed, pulled the needle out of his hand, his face ashen.

"Sir, you are awake."

The servant who was waiting outside the door rushed in, looking uneasy. No one had ever seen President Sheng behave so out of control.

“Where are the photos?!”

Sheng Huai pointed at the table and said in a frightening tone: "Who allowed you to touch the things in this room?"

"Mr. Sheng, don't worry."

The butler walked quickly into the room and winked at the servant beside him, signaling him to leave.

"I've put all the photos away for you."

The housekeeper picked up a photo album from the table and handed it to him: "Don't worry, all the photos are in it."

After Sheng Huai opened the photo album, he locked his eyes on Su Yun's face for a moment.

He tossed it back on the table carelessly, his tone mocking.

"Why should I be in such a hurry?"

The butler was silent.

"yes."

"By the way, Secretary Gao came here this morning."

Hearing this, Sheng Huai glanced at him and said, "I see."

The butler tactfully withdrew.

It has been three days since I last went to the company. Sheng Huai was lying in bed with a headache.

He picked up the phone and looked at it for a long time, wanting to call Su Yun, but when he thought of how she looked last night, he gave up.

He thought of many excuses to meet Su Yun, but they were all rejected one by one.

I must never let her hate me again!

I must get that gentle little woman back to my side and continue to be Mrs. Sheng.

Sheng Huai didn't leave the bedroom the whole afternoon, staring at the photo album.

Until the housekeeper came up with a grim look on his face and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Sheng!"

"You go out and have a look!"

Sheng Huai put down the photo album and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Miss Jiang's father..."

He frowned.

As soon as I went downstairs, I heard Jiang's father's hoarse and rogue crying.

"Mr. Sheng, you can't just ignore my daughter. You haven't even visited her since her hand was broken!"

"You have a bad conscience!"

"My daughter is so young, how could she be so unlucky!"

Father Jiang collapsed at the gate of the villa, his body covered in dust. There were many passers-by watching the fun around him.

He cried about his daughter's misfortune, then turned around and pointed at Sheng Huai at the door, bent over and kowtowed on the ground.

"Boss Sheng!"

"You can't just ignore us!"

"My daughter was so young and beautiful, and she even appeared on TV, but now her eyes have gone blind from crying!"

Passersby were infected by his emotions and began to wipe their tears and curse at Sheng Huai.

The entire Sheng residence was in chaos.

Sheng Huai stood there with a sullen face, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

All of this was caused by my own hands.

I didn't expect that the gentle and pure Jiang Zhi would be such a lying woman!

He ordered in a cold voice, asking someone to bring Jiang's father in.

The housekeeper hesitated: "Boss Sheng, that scoundrel doesn't look easy to get rid of."

"Let him wait in the living room!"

"yes."

Looking at Sheng Huai's uncertain expression, the housekeeper didn't dare to say anything more and opened the door of the villa.

"Stop acting here! Come in!"

Father Jiang, who was rolling on the ground crying, suddenly had his eyes lit up.

"Mr. Sheng invited me in?"

"Yes! Please come in!"

"Hehe! You still have a conscience... You rich people, if you don't treat me harshly, you won't know how powerful I am!"

Father Jiang got up from the ground and bared his teeth at the passers-by: "Thank you all for standing up for me. When I become a relative of the Sheng family, you all must come to the wedding!"

The housekeeper couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned around and walked quickly into the villa.

"Wait for me...why are you running!"

"I am you, Mr. Sheng's honored guest!"

Father Jiang sat in the living room with a bottle of wine in his hand, looking down on others.

I felt extremely proud.

My daughter lost an arm this time, but it is worth several houses anyway.

These few days were not in vain!

Waited for a while.

Sheng Huaicai strode down the stairs.

As dignified and cool as ever, with a strong aura.

Father Jiang quickly stuffed a few gold-plated ornaments on the table into his sleeves and bowed to greet him.

"Hey, Mr. Sheng."

"My daughter cries every day, and I have no choice but to come to you."

"Leave Li City within three days!"

Sheng Huai's face was grim: "Don't let me see you again in this life!"

Father Jiang was stunned.

"Mr. Sheng, what do you mean?"

He lay on the ground and started howling, "Not to mention that my daughter broke her hand looking for you, you should remember the favor of saving Mr. Sheng's life abroad..."

"You can't bully us like this!"

He slapped his thigh!

“Give me money!”

"Pay the money, or I will kill you, the Sheng family!"

The servant carefully brought a cup of tea and glared at the scoundrel on the ground: "Shame on you!"

"I just have no shame!"

Father Jiang simply spread his hands and said, "Boss Sheng owes my daughter a life!"

Sheng Huai, with gloomy eyes, slowly lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

"If she hadn't saved me, do you think you would still be here?"

"If you are still in Li City in three days, you and your daughter will have to compete with the stray dogs on the street for food!"

Father Jiang's body went limp.

The expression just now didn't seem like he was scaring himself.

He was startled and rushed forward, hugged Sheng Huai's legs tightly and began to cry for help.

"Boss Sheng!"

"Give us a way out..."

"A great man should not bear grudges. I am an old man with a miserable life! My wife ran away and my daughter is missing some limbs. How am I going to live in the future..."

"Please show some respect!"

"Give me 10 million, or at worst... 5 million is fine?"

Sheng Huai turned around slowly.

His face was so gloomy that it made people tremble with fear.

There was a strong chill all over my body.

He bent down and moved closer.

Father Jiang was so frightened by this terrifying and fierce aura that he sat on the ground and kept backing away, smiling in fear: "Boss Sheng, you... don't be angry."

"I...I don't dare anymore."

Sheng Huai grabbed him by the collar, his eyes bloodshot.

"What did you just say?"

"My wife ran away?"

"Didn't your daughter say... that her mother died a long time ago?!"