After I went bankrupt, the school beauty became a CEO and wanted to support me?

"The video report should still be on the original schedule."

"Okay, Mr. Su."

Shen Shenyan remained calm and accepted his boss's habit of changing his orders every day.

After the accountability questioning, calm minds regained the upper hand.

Fortunately, he is about to go abroad.

I will be the boss from now on!

I will never be a boss who changes his orders every day!

hum.

……

As the elevator closed.

Chen Shuo couldn't wait to open the file bag in his hand.

While the coil is unwound.

Chen Shuo found that his hands were shaking slightly.

The Chen family is so big.

But in one night, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and it was completely destroyed.

The defeat was so quick, so rapid.

Chen Shuo would never believe that there was no trick.

Even Chen Yanguo is the same.

If there was no one behind the scenes directing them, he didn't believe that those partners would just choose to delay payment at the same time.

In addition, newspapers quickly reported the news of the group's cash flow interruption, and at the same time, they directly shorted the group's stocks.

As a result, they were unable to sell their properties even if they wanted to, and had no choice but to choose bankruptcy liquidation.

Holding the document bag in his hand.

Chen Shu took a deep breath.

Slowly pulled it out.

Just a glance.

It caused his mind to be violently shaken.

It took a long time to recover from the shock.

Ding--

"Sir, you've been in the elevator for a long time. Are you lost?"

When Chen Shuo came to his senses.

In front of me was the waiter's waving hands.

He opened his mouth subconsciously, but found that his throat was extremely dry, and his voice was like a dry and hoarse riverbed:

"No."

Not lost.

Instead, he was pointed out a clear path.

Chen Shuo put the document back into the bag and squeezed it tightly, with such force that his knuckles turned white.

He might not be able to go home with Su Qingwan today.

This thought together.

Chen Shu felt as if he had quickly calmed down again.

He calmly sent a message to Su Qingwan, applied for personal leave in the company system, and then took a taxi to the hospital.

The driver is a chatterbox.

Especially when he saw Chen Shu clutching the document bag with a gloomy face, and saw that the destination was still the hospital, he immediately spoke in comfort:

"Nowadays, technology is advanced and any disease can be cured."

"Young people, don't give up hope!"

Chen Shuo was still lost in his own thoughts and ignored him in a daze.

As we drove onto the cross-sea bridge, the driver sighed:

"Look at the sea, young man! It's so blue and makes you feel so good!"

"Yes."

Chen Shuo came back to his senses and continued, "The sea is a good thing. When you're in a good mood, you can watch the sea. When you have no money, you can go to the sea. If you can't make money, you can always jump into the sea."

"How wonderful."

driver:"!!!"

Not Big Brother.

Do you want to see what you said?!

Could it be that he really brought a terminally ill patient along?!

I will never be a chatterbox again!

Afraid of irritating Chen Shu again, the driver became extremely withdrawn for the rest of the journey.

Chen Shuo was also happy to have some free time and continued to think about his own problems.

When he arrived at the hospital entrance, he was about to pay when he heard the driver say:

"Brother, it's not easy for you either, so you don't have to give me the money."

"Live well."

statement:"???"

What the hell??

He just couldn't understand what the elder brother meant.

The driver had already stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

OK.

Save money.

Hey hey hey.

Chen Shuo took the file bag and walked towards the inpatient department with heavy steps.

Maybe it was because it was a weekday.

Chen Shuo found that the ward was unusually quiet today, with only the beeping sounds of instruments.

He walked to Song Wanbai's ward and was about to push the door open, but his sight passed through a small transparent piece of bed on the door and saw the scene in the ward.

The sunlight shone in through the glass, and the dust in the room was visibly floating in the air, dancing in the air without anyone noticing as the guests who visited the bedside moved casually.

Song Wanbai was half lying on the hospital bed with a needle stuck in the back of his hand.