So he has been working very well recently, making many plans that are beneficial to the company, and his daily work schedule is full. Now it should be gone, after all, it has come to this point.
Jiang Renzhong erased the words "next week's work content" from the blackboard, put down the brush, and walked out of the company.
"Mr. Jiang..." An assistant stopped Jiang Renzhong at the elevator entrance. "Mr. Jiang, when will you be back? There's a conference call that requires you to attend."
"I... am coming back..." Jiang Renzhong forced a smile. As the elevator door closed, he uttered the second half of his sentence, "I can't come back."
Jiang Renzhong walked out of the office building, looked back at the building, and the driver trotted to drive.
"No."
Jiang Renzhong raised his hand to stop him, then walked out of the building alone, hailed a taxi and went to the hospital.
The car belonged to Wang Wenwan and no longer belongs to him.
In the car, Jiang Ren focused on his mobile phone. The screen of his mobile phone had never been changed - it was his wedding photo with Wang Wenwan.
Jiang Renzhong opened the address book, hesitated for a moment, and called Wang Canglin.
Mantingfang - Wang Xiaoxiao's Chinese-style club.
Tea room.
Wang Xiaoxiao is making Kung Fu tea for Wang Canglin.
Wang Canglin was almost always on the side of his third daughter.
To be honest, it is an indisputable fact that it is impossible to treat everyone equally except for only children.
Wang Canglin loves his third daughter Wang Xiaoxiao the most. There is no reason. The emperor loves the eldest son and the people love the youngest.
Secondly, he loves his eldest sister Wang Qingya the most, because Wang Qingya is lively and innocent, knows how to act coquettishly, and can make Wang Canglin happy.
The second daughter, Wang Wenwan, has an older sister above her and a younger sister below her. She is sandwiched in the middle and has always been the most bullied.
Beep beep beep——
[Listen to the pain in your breathing, listen to the madness in your heartbeat]
"Dad, your brother-in-law called you." Wang Xiaoxiao put down the purple clay teapot, picked up the phone and handed it over.
Wang Canglin answered the phone with one hand and folded the Bodhi tree with the other.
"A heavy responsibility."
"dad."
"Um, what is it?"
"I'm sorry, you... I've failed you, I'm sorry for my marriage to Wen Wan, I'm sorry."
Wang Canglin said "Oh~" with no expression on his face, but Wang Xiaoxiao saw that his thumb was pinching the Bodhi seed.
For a big shot like Wang Canglin, the bigger the problem, the calmer he appears.
Wang Canglin put down his phone, picked up the tea and took a sip.
"Why did your brother-in-law call you?"
"Call Lawyer Liu."
"What's up?"
"Calculate the common property of the couple."
"Ah!" Wang Xiaoxiao stood up suddenly, "Are you getting a divorce?"
…
"Sir, sir, we're at the People's Hospital."
"Oh~"
Jiang Ren came to his senses, opened the door and got out of the car.
"Sir, you haven't paid yet."
"Feel sorry."
"How much?"
"twenty three."
Jiang Renzhong took an ambulance and hailed an ambulance taxi, then headed for the hospital. The driver called out to him a few times, realizing that the passenger wasn't in good condition, and drove away.
Jiang Renzhong was wearing a suit, and his shiny leather shoes felt heavy with every step he took. Every step he took closer brought him one step further away from Wang Wenwan.
He felt like he was suffocating and didn't know how he ended up in the elevator.
Ding, we’ve arrived at the sixth floor.
Lin Can raised his head and looked towards the elevator entrance. Jiang Ren had returned.
Lin Can immediately looked at Wang Wenwan beside him.
"Sister Wenwan, I'm telling you, this is a hospital, don't rush in..."
The word "movement" hasn't been uttered yet.
Wang Wenwan shook off Lin Can's hand, stood up, and walked towards Jiang Renzhong in front of the patients and their families coming and going in the corridor.
Bang!
Wang Wenwan raised her hand and slapped Jiang Renzhong in the face.
Each person in this book has his or her own story, which is not stereotyped or mechanical.
(End of this chapter)
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