After the divorce, she disappeared overnight

Huo Chenqi slowly took out his cell phone, as if this action required all his strength.

His fingers were shaking so much that he could barely press the familiar string of numbers.

He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm, but his heartbeat sped up involuntarily.

"The number you dialed is invalid..." The voice from the other end of the phone was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly cutting his eardrums.

His heartbeat stopped at that moment, and he felt that his world collapsed at that moment.

He didn't want to believe this was true, and dialed the number over and over again, hoping to hear that familiar voice.

However, every response was equally cold and callous, and his heart gradually became numb with repeated disappointments.

Finally he dialed the old man's number.

"What's going on so late at night!" The old man's irritable voice came from the other end.

"Grandpa, Yaoyao..."

"What's wrong with Yaoyao? Did you bully her again? I'll settle the score with you tomorrow!"

When Huo Chenqi heard this, he wondered, Yaoyao is not with grandpa?

So where did she go?

Where can she go? There is no one here...

"You little bastard, tell me, what did you do to Yaoyao?"

"Grandpa, it's okay. It's late. Go to bed early."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

……

"Hehe." He laughed at himself, and his laughter was full of endless irony and pathos.

He picked up the wine and staggered to the balcony.

The night outside was as dark as ink, with only a few stars twinkling faintly.

He stared quietly at the night outside the window, his mood still heavy, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his heart, making it impossible for him to breathe or think.

I drank one glass of wine after another, trying to numb myself with alcohol and forget the troubles and pains.

But as the glass of wine was empty, his mind became clearer and clearer, and the pain in his heart became clearer and clearer.

I don't know when, he finally got drunk -

early morning.

The sunlight shone through the window onto his face, making him feel blinded.

Huo Chenqi rubbed his eyes and tried to sit up, but his body felt extremely heavy, as if something was pressing down on him, making him unable to move.

At this time, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door. It was his assistant coming to pick him up for work.

He was startled and struggled to get up, but his body would not obey him.

He tried to shout loudly, but only a hoarse sound came out of his throat.

The assistant waited at the door for a long time. Seeing that the boss had not come down yet and the phone call was unreachable, he got out of the car, walked to the door and rang the doorbell.

Over and over again, but there was no response from inside the door.

He simply entered the password himself, and with a "beep", the door opened.

The assistant walked in and saw the boss lying on the sofa with his eyes closed and his face pale.

He called out "President", but the boss didn't respond.

He walked over and gently pushed the boss's shoulder. The boss slowly opened his eyes and saw the assistant.

"President, are you okay?" the assistant asked worriedly.

Huo Chenqi shook his head and tried to stand up, but his body was still weak.

The assistant quickly supported him and helped him into the car.

Along the way, Huo Chenqi didn't say a word, but just looked out the window silently.

The car soon stopped in front of the hospital.

"Qi, what's wrong?"

Huo Chenqi shook his head, he was speechless.

Then the man carefully took him to the hospital and gave him a comprehensive examination.

The man frowned and asked, "Where's his wife?"

The assistant broke out in a cold sweat and muttered to himself, "Oh no! Why didn't I see the young lady when I went over there just now?"

He quickly picked up his phone, looked up the number, and dialed it.

"No number!"

The assistant's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears.

Could it be that he was too nervous and accidentally dialed the wrong number?

He took the phone again and confirmed it again, but the number was obviously correct. What was going on?

"How is it? Is it working?" the man asked impatiently.

"Doctor Yan, the call didn't go through. The number is no longer in service." The assistant replied tremblingly.

"What did you say!" the man roared angrily.

"Forget it. You can't count on him. Go and get him hospitalized first."

"Doctor Yan, is the president's condition serious?" the assistant asked worriedly.

"He's now stable after the injection. It's not a big deal. Just don't stimulate him anymore," said Doctor Yan.

"Okay, I understand." The assistant breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the president was not seriously injured.

Noon.

Huo Chenqi lay on the hospital bed and slowly opened his eyes.

The pungent smell of disinfectant made him frown and feel annoyed.

"Wake up." A deep voice came from the side.

Huo Chenqi turned his head subconsciously, and what came into his sight was a familiar face.

That was his good friend and doctor, Yan Zisheng.

"What's wrong with me?" His voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed by sand.

Yan Zisheng's eyes revealed a trace of concern and worry. He whispered, "Your assistant sent you here. My guess is that you are angry. What happened to make you so excited?"

Huo Chenqi was stunned, closed his eyes and said nothing.

A complex emotion surged in his heart, making it impossible for him to face Yan Zisheng's gaze.

Yan Zisheng seemed to notice his abnormality. He sighed, stood up, walked to the window and opened the curtains.

The sunlight poured into the ward through the window, illuminating everything, but it could not dispel the haze in Huo Chenqi's heart.

"I've notified the old man, he should be here soon." Yan Zisheng turned his head, glanced at Huo Chenqi, then glanced at the door, as if he was expecting something.

Huo Chenqi's face became even gloomier. "What are you doing?" he roared loudly.

Yan Zisheng was not angry, nor did he refute.

He just looked at Huo Chenqi silently, his eyes full of sympathy and understanding.

"I couldn't get through to your little wife on the phone, so I had to call the old man over." Yan Zisheng continued, as if he didn't hear Huo Chenqi's roar.

Huo Chenqi felt a pain in his heart, and he thought of his wife, that gentle and kind woman.

She just left like that, not wanting to see him even once.

"Enough!" Huo Chenqi interrupted Yan Zisheng. He didn't want to listen any more, nor did he want to think about it any more.

He just felt a headache and dizziness, as if his head was about to split.

At this moment, the door to the ward was pushed open.

An old and majestic figure walked in. That was Huo Chenqi's grandfather, Old Man Huo.

"What's wrong with you kid! Where's Yaoyao?"

"She's gone."

"Gone? What does gone mean?!"

"Grandpa, she is the one who left."

"You bastard, what did you do to Yaoyao!"

"And where is Yaoyao now!"

"I don't know. She changed her phone number."

"Go and find you for me. Don't come back if you can't find you." Old Master Huo was so angry that he had a heart attack.

He covered his chest, his face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

"grandfather!"

Yan Zisheng saw that Mr. Huo looked unhappy, so he ran over and hugged him. "Grandpa, don't get excited. Someone come here." He shouted outside.

"Grandpa." Huo Chenqi's voice was anxious and panicked. He also stood up and supported the old man.

The people at the nurses' station heard the noise in the ward and ran over.

"Doctor Yan." one of the nurses called out.

Yan Zisheng didn't look back, his attention was all on his grandfather.

He gently stroked his grandfather's chest with his hand, trying to calm his breathing.

"Quick! Give him oxygen!" Yan Zisheng ordered.

The nurses immediately took action and inserted an oxygen tube into Mr. Huo.

Yan Zisheng watched his grandfather's complexion gradually return to normal, and a huge weight of relief finally fell from his heart.

"Grandpa, are you okay?" Huo Chenqi asked.

Old Master Huo shook his head, his lips trembling, wanting to say something but unable to.

"Grandpa, I will definitely find it, don't worry."

The words fell.

He turned and left the ward, his eyes firm and resolute.

"Hey...you're still living in the hospital." Yan Zisheng shouted at him.

However, Huo Chenqi did not look back, he just walked out of the ward silently.

The air in the ward was filled with tension, as if time had stood still.

"Zisheng, it's okay. He's very strong inside."

Mr. Huo's voice was full of firmness and trust, as if telling Yan Zisheng not to worry, Huo Chenqi would get through it.

Yan Zisheng listened to the old man's words and nodded.

His eyes were fixed on the closed door, and I don't know what he was thinking...