Chapter 1783 Something happened to Pian Pian!
When the internet was abuzz with the news, Cheng Zhiyuan was still in a meeting at the Cheng headquarters building.
In the huge conference room, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat in the main seat, listening to his subordinates' reports while turning a page of a report with a pen. The light from the slide illuminated his profile, which was slightly lowered, making it look profound and extremely handsome. The corners of his lips were straightened, revealing a cold and abstinent taste.
Many female employees in the conference room couldn't help but look up and glance at him secretly again and again.
A manager who was explaining the company's development goals for the next quarter on the stage finally finished his explanation with a dry mouth. The PPT became dim. Cheng Zhiyuan looked up at him, lowered his head to unscrew the pen cap, and raised his hand to start signing.
He had just quickly written out the sharp and powerful word "Cheng" when Secretary Liu, who had been sitting quietly below, suddenly stood up.
The harsh noise of chairs scraping against the ground interrupted the silence in the meeting room. Cheng Zhiyuan frowned slightly and looked up, only to see that his usually calm and expressionless secretary was now staring with wide eyes, with an expression of almost daze and panic on his face.
Before he could ask what was wrong, Secretary Liu looked at him while holding the phone tightly and said,
"Something happened to Miss Pian Pian, Boss."
With a click, the tip of the pen uncontrollably scratched the paper, and the next second the luxury-grade pen was broken in Cheng Zhiyuan's hand.
This time, the leather chair was knocked to the ground by its owner's overly abrupt movement. Everyone in the conference room finally saw for the first time what their legendary iceberg boss looked like when he was truly iceberg.
There's no need to even look at the face; the aura that emanates from the whole body instantly, which makes people want to avoid it involuntarily and dare not look up for even a second, is enough to make people feel an almost terrifying coldness.
Everyone was silent. They had prepared for the meeting for a long time but it was postponed halfway, and no one dared to express their dissatisfaction.
Until the man's figure disappeared from sight, many people only dared to look at each other, and then quickly dispersed without even asking any more questions or showing any curiosity.
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They started from different places and at different times, but finally arrived at the hospital at the same time.
Secretary Liu called Yan Yi to find out the hospital address, but it was Cheng Zhiyuan himself who was driving.
The man's slender fingers gripped the steering wheel of the black Bentley with a strength that was almost breaking. One could almost hear the squeaking sound of flesh rubbing against the steering wheel.
Cheng Zhiyuan ran through many red lights along the way and was finally followed by a string of traffic police cars honking their horns. He remained expressionless until he finally stopped the car in front of the hospital. He got out of the car so quickly that he didn't even have time to close the door and turned to rush into the building. At this moment, a nanny car on the side also braked suddenly, causing him to brake suddenly.
The man was still wearing the pair of gold-rimmed glasses. When he turned his head, the sunlight shining on the lenses gave him a feeling of depression and melancholy.
Then the lens reflected a slender figure who hurriedly got down from the driver's seat of the nanny car, and then he opened the back door, bent down and carried someone out.
Following this nanny car, many reporter cars stopped one after another.
The man's throat tightened.
He walked straight towards that direction as if he was out of control, his steps getting faster and faster, and soon he was blocking the man.
At the same time, the doors of the press cars were opened one after another, and reporters carrying cameras and microphones rushed over here frantically.
"Is Miss Pianpian seriously injured?"
"Mr. Agent, did you really hit Ling Jiaqi?"
"Miss Pianpian, can you speak now? Did you burn your neck?"
"Is Miss Pianpian still awake?"
The crowd surged like a wave.
Every word of those sharp questions was like a sharp blade scraping into the man's heart, causing him so much pain that he wished he could dig his heart out.
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