A contract, provoke a cold president

"Young Master Tang, hello, this is Tokugawa No. [-] Hospital. I am the director, Zhao Bing. Young Master Song has just been sent to the hospital because of alcoholism. He is undergoing gastric lavage. Would you like to come to the hospital now?"

In the quiet living room, a masculine male voice rang loudly from the hands-free tone of the mobile phone. Tang Zong began to lose his composure, glanced at Wang Yiyi beside him, and said to the mobile phone: "I'll be right over. You must take good care of him." After finishing speaking, he put the phone in his pocket, walked out, and said, "Yiyi, I'm going to the hospital for treatment now, I guess I'll be back very late."

"Wait..." Wang Yiyi picked up her coat, walked to his side, held Tang Zong's hand, and said calmly, "I'll go with you."

Tang Zong looked at her and asked softly, "What about Xiaolie and Luxi?"

Wang Yiyi pulled him towards the door, and sighed helplessly, "I'll ask the housekeeper to pick them up from school in a while, and if it doesn't work, I'll send them back to the old house and let the second aunt take care of them. .”

Tang Zong nodded, "Then let's go to the hospital quickly."

In a hospital, Tang Zong and Wang Yiyi took the elevator directly to the top floor, and walked quickly to the exclusive VIP room. The two of them did not speak during the journey, until they opened the door of the ward and saw Song Eryi lying on the hospital bed with a pale face. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the situation?" Tang Zong walked to the hospital bed first, and asked about the situation of the doctors beside him.

The doctor lowered his voice and said in Tang Zong's ear: "Young Master Tang, don't worry. Fortunately, it was delivered in time. After the gastric lavage, the condition has basically stabilized. As long as you have a good rest and recuperation, it will be fine, but you must control your drinking in the future."

"Well, I got it." Tang Zong nodded, and the doctor retreated lightly. He glanced at Song Eryi who hadn't woken up on the hospital bed, and retreated helplessly to the sofa behind him, crossing his legs, quietly Quietly waiting for him to wake up.

In the afternoon, Song Eryi felt as if he had slept for a century. He opened his heavy eyelids, turned his head, and saw Tang Zong and Wang Yiyi, staring at him thoughtfully. Then he covered his stomach and sat up from the bed. He saw that his hands were clenched into fists, two lines of sweat slowly lay down on his forehead, and his feet were subconsciously closed, with an extremely painful expression. Seeing that something was wrong, Wang Yiyi quickly Stepping forward, holding his shoulder, he asked worriedly.

"Song Eryi, what's wrong, I'll call the doctor, bear with me." After speaking, Wang Yiyi ran out of the ward like the wind.

"Yi, it's been two months, how can you let yourself be so depressed, stomach trouble, I should be right." Tang Zong crossed his arms and looked at him.

Song Eryi endured the pain, raised his head with difficulty, and said word by word: "Even if it is very embarrassing, for her, I am willing to do it!"

Suddenly, Tang Zong stood up from the sofa angrily, trembling with anger, pointing at him and yelling: "Song Eryi, you are so fucking promising! Drink yourself to death if you have the guts, don't live like this , let those of us around us look upset!"

Song Eryi smiled bitterly, leaned against the head of the bed, and twitched: "I didn't ask you to send me to the hospital, why are you so fussy?"

"Song Eryi!" Tang Zong almost held back his anger, and popped out three words from between his teeth.

Bang, because Wang Yiyi was worried, she had too much strength and pushed the door open heavily. She seemed to smell the flames of war in the ward, so she pulled Tang Zong aside and criticized: "Tang Zong, He is a patient now, can you keep your temper in check, less quarrel, and let him do it."

Tang Zong was furious, he threw away Wang Yiyi's hand, and shouted angrily: "Wang Yiyi, who is making trouble, can't you see? Are you blind!" Then he pointed to Song Eryi on the hospital bed, He continued: "Look at what a bird he has made of himself, asking us to clean up the mess several times, it's enough!"

Wang Yiyi's temper also came up, and she tried her best to control it, glaring at him, "Then what are you going to do? Kill him! Or let him disappear before our eyes forever! The matter is already like this, if he wants to go his own way, what can we do?" How about it? Stand by and watch him, Song Eryi, fend for himself!"

"You bastards!" Tang Zong roared as if venting, kicked the porter vigorously, and then walked away.

Wang Yiyi shook her head, looking extremely helpless, walked to the bedside, glanced at Song Eryi, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey... Susu would feel so sad if she knew what you are like now."

Song Eryi was slightly taken aback, and his voice was as soft as a silk, "You go, lest Tang Zong will do something unreasonable."

"Well, the hospital will call us if something happens, so rest assured."

Wang Yiyi turned her head and left. A faint male voice came from behind the door: "Yiyi, thank you."

She stopped in her tracks, held the doorknob, and smiled slightly, "You're welcome, I'm just taking care of you for Susu. If you still don't cherish her so much, I just feel sorry for her. Let's take a good rest. Maybe she is in a certain place. A country, I hope you are safe and sound."

Those meaningful words made Song Eryi forget the pain in his stomach, and quietly stared at the place where she left, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Winnie, if you were still here, would you also persuade me in the same way, let me be reborn and get out of the haze of losing you.

Winnie, if I do it all over again, I will definitely keep a close eye on you, stay by your side all the time, and never let you leave my sight.

Winnie, tell me what is the meaning of cheering up without you.

Tang Zong, who came out of the negative pole of the hospital, drove to the hotel where Wells was staying. Even if he lost his life today, he would have to hit Wells to tell the whereabouts of Jane Winnie. It has been two months. He really couldn't stand the lingering feeling of grief, so the evil ghost living in his heart haunted him and refused to leave.

"Find out for me right away, which room Wells is in." Tang Zong strode up the steps and rushed to the front desk of the hotel. Before the other party could speak, he was the first to give an order.

The front desk of the hotel raised his head and smiled at him, maintaining his professional attitude, "Sorry sir, this is the customer's name, and it is really inconvenient for us to disclose it."

Bang, Tang Zong slammed his fist down on the table, regardless of whether the other party was a woman, he burst out: "What the fuck, I need to know which room he lives in right now, otherwise you won't be able to stay in this hotel." Tokugawa messed up!"

Faced with Tang Zong's sudden change, the front desk of the hotel still kept smiling for ten thousand years and was not angry. "Sir, this is the hotel's regulation, and we have nothing to say."

Tang Zong became furious, and swung his big palm off the countertop. The broken sound of several potted plants raised up, startling all the people passing by in the lobby. After hearing the news, the lobby manager who came over straightened his back and prepared to let the security guard down. When Tang Zong who was making trouble was restrained, Tang Zong turned his head and looked at him suddenly. Soft, body trembling, constantly wiping sweat.

"Don... Tang... Shao." The stammering tone made the whole atmosphere extremely gloomy.

Tang Zong sneered, and mockingly said with hooked lips: "For a moment, I really thought that my Tang Zong had lost power in Tokugawa, and the Tang family could no longer be the same as before, calling the wind and calling the rain, right, lobby manager."

The hall manager started to tremble, his scalp was numb, he smiled a fake smile, and kept bending over to apologize, "Holding...Sorry, Young Master Tang, I think this is a misunderstanding, you...don't... ...don't...a villain has eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai, you have a lot of adults." After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the equally shocked front desk, and became fierce, completely different from just now, With a vicious face, he criticized her unceremoniously.

"Damn you, you blinded your dog's eyes and almost brought our hotel down. This is Mr. Tang from Tokugawa, don't you know! Mr. Tang, if you need something, don't rush to take care of it, or pack up immediately. Get out!"

Being scolded by him, the new receptionist cried, and she was still very wronged. After seeing the lobby manager who could kill people's eyes, she said weakly: "But...but, Young Master Tang wants to..."

The lobby manager got angry, raised his rough voice, and reprimanded: "What the hell, don't give it to me, or...you get out of here immediately! You're as clumsy as a pig!"

He couldn't help complaining, which made the front desk even more aggrieved. After checking the room on the computer, he quickly wrote on the note and handed it out weakly. The lobby manager took it with satisfaction and read more. After the name on the paper, a flattering smile froze on his face for an instant, and couldn't shake it off.

The person Tang Zong wanted was none other than their new boss, Wells.

Now, the lobby manager also began to complain silently, because their boss said that if he dared to let the idlers wait to disturb his rest, he would just leave and leave without going to the HR department, and he agreed.

If this note is handed over to Tang Zong, he will lose his high-tech job. If he doesn't hand it over to Tang Zong, he will completely offend the Tang family. How can he mess around in the future.

Now, he has the urge to cry for his father and mother, and there are two gods who can't afford to offend. He hopes that a savior will come and save him.

He dawdled, never said the note in his hand, and handed it to Tang Zong. Tang Zong became violent. Just when he was about to speak violently again, his wrist was pulled away violently. He didn't seem to have reacted yet. There was a sound of sharp criticism.