When I returned home at night, my wife had already fallen asleep.
I couldn't bear to disturb the other person, so I quietly took a shower and sat in the study to read documents.
At this time, the door of the study opened and Wu Qiao walked in with a cup of hot milk.
"What time is it? Why are you still looking at documents?"
He put the milk on the desk and glanced at the ones he had already finished reading.
"Hey, are you going on a business trip the day after tomorrow?"
"Well, did you watch the news?"
Chen Jingang's eyes never left the documents in his hand, and Wu Qiao didn't care.
He thought about the newspaper he read while having breakfast, and then nodded.
"See, flood."
"Well, I need to be there if I need to be consoled."
It’s like this every year, and Chen Jingang has followed the same path as Bian Boyan.
"Well, I'll donate some money then."
Every year, the company decides how much to donate based on the severity of the flood disaster.
In the past, Wu Qiao didn’t pay much attention to such things.
"Well... I still need to watch for a while, you go and rest first."
Chen Jingang picked up the slightly cold hot milk and drank it all.
Seeing that her man drank obediently, Wu Qiao touched his head, comforted him with a few words, and went back to the bedroom to rest.
At this time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
Sitting on the bed, Wu Qiao always felt that something was wrong.
So I called Lin Bojia directly.
The phone rang for a long time but no one answered.
"Where did this guy go?"
Over the years, the affairs of the charity fund have been handed over to Lin Bojia.
The other party is a financial expert who can make money and has a kind heart. Every penny donated is definitely used wisely.
It is precisely because of this that Xinghai and Wu Qiao have been recognized by the Chinese people for so many years.
After many years of doing charity work, only Wu Qiao's account is public.
The amount of money donated each year is at least hundreds of millions.
Every artist under Xinghai has made amazing contributions.
This is generally the case for positive artists.
But now the person in charge, Lin Bojia, is gone.
You have to know that guy, even if he is enjoying himself with a woman in bed at this moment, he will still answer your call.
The more Wu Qiao thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
He threw back the quilt, got out of bed and went straight to the study.
"husband……"
Chen Jingang was frightened by his young wife who suddenly broke in.
Why aren't you asleep yet at this late hour?
"What's wrong?"
"Hubby, something must have happened to Lin Bojia."
Lin Bojia?
Chen Jingang's eyes turned, and he just remembered that this man was his wife's good friend and acquaintance, helping his wife manage the charity fund.
He also helps his wife with various investments.
At first, in Country A, he was a money-giving boy in the commercial street.
"Don't worry, I'll send someone to check it out."
Chen Jingang picked up his phone and asked the people around him to check Lin Bojia's whereabouts.
If the top leader wants to find someone, it may not take minutes, but the result will be obtained within half an hour.
Ding-ling-ling…
The moment the phone rang, Wu Qiao suddenly became a little nervous.
Although she doesn't have that many good friends around her, each one of them is important.
She was really afraid that something might happen to Lin Bojia.
Chen Jingang also knew that his wife was worried, so he quickly picked up the phone.
"Hey, speak!"
A lot of things were said on the other end of the phone. Finally, when Chen Jingang hung up the phone, his brows were furrowed and his eyes became cold.
"Is something really wrong?"
"He's currently in Sima Yan's hospital, in the intensive care unit, and is still in critical condition."
This one sentence made Wu Qiao lose his composure.
"What the hell is going on! Who did this?"
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