Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

Yuan Zhihua came in the evening.

She was tall and slender, and her appearance was not particularly beautiful, but her every move and gesture showed the temperament of a lady from a noble family, dignified and graceful.

She is indeed a very suitable candidate for marriage.

As soon as Yuan Zhihua entered the room, she respectfully greeted Old Master Tang. Old Master Tang kept saying "good, good, good" and pointed at Tang Shuya beside him and said, "Zhihua, this is my useless grandson, Tang Shuya."

Yuan Zhihua had heard of Tang Shuya's name a long time ago. People said that he had a very good appearance, was gentle, elegant, humble and polite. But when he saw him today, Yuan Zhihua knew that the rumors were not even one tenth of what he looked like in person. It was no exaggeration to say that he was truly stunning.

The age of twenty-eight or twenty-nine is one of the most charming stages in life.

He has the sharp edge of a young mature man, calm and composed, but not worldly-wise. His demeanor has both the vitality of a young man and the stability of a mature man.

It is like a book containing countless stories, tempting people to find out.

Yuan Zhihua looked at Tang Shuya and nodded to him with a smile, and Tang Shuya also smiled politely in return.

This smile was so beautiful that it could captivate the whole country. No matter how well-educated Yuan Zhihua was, she was just a woman. Her heart was beating uncontrollably, but she was very attentive to etiquette and rules. She lowered her eyes slightly, and answered every question that Mr. Tang asked her, patiently and gently.

Soon, dinner was ready and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Yuan Zhihua was well-mannered, quiet and not stage-frightened, which earned him praise from Mr. Tang.

Just when the dinner was halfway through, Han Su hurried in from outside. He first saluted Mr. Tang, then leaned over and whispered a few words in Tang Shuya's ear.

After listening to this, Tang Shuya remained calm, his eyes only slightly reflecting a flicker of light. He put down his chopsticks, slowly wiped his mouth, then stood up and respectfully said to Mr. Tang, "Grandpa, there's something urgent at the company. I have to leave first."

As soon as Tang Shuya got in the car, he asked, "Why are you reporting this afternoon now?"

Han Su held his breath and carefully chose his words to reply, "Miss Ling said she was tired and wanted to sleep in the afternoon. When the housekeeper called her to eat dinner that evening, he knocked on the door several times but there was no response. In desperation, he used the spare key to open the door, only to find that she had a high fever and was unconscious."

Tang Shuya frowned slightly, "Which hospital are you in now?"

"Jihe."

Tang Shuya hesitated for only two seconds before taking out his cell phone and making a call. The phone rang a few times before being picked up. He said calmly, "It's me."

The other party seemed stunned for a moment before speaking: "Shuya, you haven't contacted me for so long, I thought you blocked me."

Tang Shuya's eyes dimmed for a moment. "I need your help with something. There's a patient named Ling Zhen..."

When Tang Shuya arrived at the ward, the person on the bed was still unconscious.

Ling Zhen's skin was very white at this moment, even paler than usual, and she lay on the bed like a broken doll.

Her long black eyelashes, like butterfly wings, kept trembling, as if she was struggling desperately with something.

Tang Shuya sat beside the bed and took a tissue to wipe the sweat off her face.

She murmured in a daze, her voice barely audible, "Water...water..."

A cup of warm water was passed to her lips. She still closed her eyes and licked her dry lips. She wanted to drink it, but because of the fierce fever, she had no strength at all.

Something soft touched her lips, and then warm water was passed into her mouth.

After feeding them water, there was a very light knock on the door, as if someone didn't want to disturb the two of them, but had to.

Tang Shuya opened the door and saw a man in a white coat standing outside.

Tang Shuya looked up at the man, gently closed the door, and said, "Let's talk outside."

The two of them arrived at the smoking area, and Ruan Xingzhe was the first to complain, "We haven't been in touch for so long, and now you're asking for work, and with such an attitude. Where's your humility? Where's your courtesy?"

Tang Shuya leaned casually against the wall, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, the smoke curled between his lips, and said casually: "Don't give me these empty words, tell me, how is she?"

Ruan Xingzhe raised his eyebrows, flipped open the medical record, and said, "In general, it's due to overwork, which has weakened her immune system. She also caught a cold, so she had a high fever. But the most important thing is her lower body..."

A sinister, cold light suddenly flashed from behind the lens, and Tang Shuya asked in a slightly cold voice, "Have you seen her down there?"

Ruan Xingzhe waved his hands repeatedly and smiled helplessly, "I haven't read it. I just read it out loud. Shuya, you're too cruel. Look how you tortured me. Anyway, the doctor's order is to avoid intense sexual intercourse for the next week."

Tang Shuya said "hmm" lightly, and it was unclear whether he agreed or not.

Ruan Xingzhe looked at Tang Shuya's face, a flash of something flashing across his eyes. He asked, "I think the patient looks familiar. Have I seen her somewhere before? She seems to be your girlfriend back then..."

Tang Shuya sprayed a puff of white mist on Ruan Xingzhe's face and interrupted him, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Also, find her a female gynecologist. She's shy and I'm afraid she won't be able to accept what a male doctor says."

Ruan Xingzhe coughed lightly due to the smoke and replied, "Yes, yes, yes."

Tang Shuya put out his cigarette and went back to the ward.

There was a thunder outside the window and lightning struck.

Crackling raindrops quickly poured into the city.

Tang Shuya sat by the bed and touched Ling Ru's forehead. The fever had subsided.

As dawn was about to break, he slowly came to the French window.

The raindrops hit the window like a layer of broken diamonds, smashing the entire piece of glass into cracks of varying sizes. However, the water droplets flowed down and disappeared in the mud in an instant.

And the piece of glass that seemed to be full of cracks was still intact.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Han Su gently pushed the door open.

"Sir, it's time to go back to the company."

Tang Shuya nodded, raised his hand to rub his temple, and walked out of the ward.

As soon as I left the ward, I received a call from Mr. Tang, "Shuya, have you finished dealing with the company's affairs?"

Tang Shuya pushed his glasses up and replied calmly, "It's done."

"Just deal with it, Shuya. I don't care what happens to you out there. It was really impolite for you to leave like that last night. I'll call Yuan Zhihua later to apologize."

Mr. Tang's voice was cold and stern, with an air of authority that brooked no refusal.

Tang Shuya couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. From what he said, it was clear that Old Man Tang already knew that he was lying. And indeed, as long as the old man called the company, he would know whether there was any so-called "urgent matter".

I didn't expose myself last night or now because I wanted to save face.

His fingers pinched the phone, "I know, I will look for Yuan Zhihua today."

Hearing Tang Shuya say this, the old man's tone softened.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Shuya's eyes deepened and the corners of his mouth tightened slightly.

Some mistakes must never be made again.