"Miss Song, I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about..."
Le Tingchen's voice was cold and trembling. His bloodless lips opened and closed, and he refused to listen to the rest of her words expressionlessly.
"Have a good rest."
Leaving behind these words, Le Tingchen almost left the room in a panic. However, when he was about to close the door, his hand trembled slightly.
After a while.
Seven years ago…Seven years ago, he was in a car accident!
Le Tingchen closed the door quietly but didn't leave immediately. Something flashed across his deep and cold eyes. His hand on the doorknob slowly slid down.
Seven years ago…What exactly happened seven years ago?
He closed his eyes and tried to think carefully, but the fragments in his mind flashed by quickly. He wanted to grab hold of them, but his temples hurt more and more.
"Ah…"
A suppressed cry of pain escaped from the man's lips. He rubbed his temple with one hand, and his handsome face looked a little ferocious because of the pain.
Footsteps came from the stairs. Maid Ru walked up. She didn't expect to see Le Tingchen's pale face. He held the railing of the stairs with one hand and said,
His unmoving body looked like it could fall to the ground at any moment.
"Sir!" " Stop!" Maid Ru shouted anxiously. She was about to go up and hold him, but Le Tingchen had already raised his hand to stop her. He raised his arm to signal her to leave.
She choked and let out a hoarse growl." Go, don't bother about me!”
But how could Mother Ru leave just like that?
She supported Le Tingchen with both hands and looked at his painful face worriedly." Sir, are you having a headache?" Should I give Doctor Zhang a call? let
He came over to help you put on the IV drip?"
"No need." Le Tingchen shook his head and struggled to prop himself up. His eyes narrowed." I'm fine. Why did you come up?"”
Maid Ru lowered her head and tried to avoid Le Tingchen's eyes." Sir, I came up to take Miss Fang's bowl…"
Le Tingchen glanced at her, his handsome eyebrows tightly knitted together." Got it. Tell her to rest well."”
He seemed to have something to say, but he didn't. His lips moved slightly, and then he held onto the railing of the stairs and walked down.
Mama Ru was a little dazed. When she looked again, Le Tingchen was no longer there. She stroked her frightened heart and turned to walk into Song Qiaoen's room.
The girl watched as the door closed and she lay weakly on the bed. Her dark eyes stared at the Swarovski crystal chandelier above her head, and she recalled what happened.
It was the man's deep and intoxicating voice.
"Seven years ago, I was in a car accident…"
Car accident? Why did she know nothing about this? No wonder he couldn't remember her. She had thought that it was because she had never had a place in his heart.
He was just an insignificant existence to him, but he never thought that there was such a story in the middle!
How did Le Tingchen get into a car accident? She clearly remembered that he was very good at driving and was once a capable member of the racing team!
Song Qiaoen's lips curled into a bitter yet sweet smile. It turned out that he didn't deliberately distance himself from her. He just didn't remember himself because of the car accident.
It was over.
The girl looked very peaceful as she slept soundly. After applying an ice towel, her body temperature was already dropping. Her eyelashes were curled up, and her black hair was scattered on the pillow.
On both sides, Maid Ru tiptoed out with the bowls.
" Senior…Senior…"
Hearing the girl's ravings on the bed, Mama Ru was stunned. The soup in her hand was already cold. She sighed slightly and shook her head as she pushed the door open.
The atmosphere in the study seemed very dull. The thick curtains blocked all the sunlight outside.
Le Tingchen sat on the leather chair behind the desk. His dark yellow robe was half-open, and his slender legs were crossed. His mind was replaying what Song Qiaoen had said during the day.
His cold brows furrowed slightly.
Was that woman's words credible?
Seven years ago, he was in a car accident on the way to Hongqiao Airport. When he woke up, only Fang Han was by his side. In his memory, she had never left.
There was a woman named Song Qiaoen.
" Buzz…Buzz…" In the quiet study, the vibration of a phone suddenly came.
Le Tingchen looked through his pockets in frustration and finally found his phone on the desk.
"What is it?"
"CEO Le, something happened to the company. You'd better come back.”
"What is it?"
"The company's bidding report for the next quarter has disappeared.”
The man's deep and mature facial features revealed some anxiety, and his eyes were burning." Wait for me at the company. I'll go right away."”
Then, he hung up.
After getting a reply from Le Tingchen, Yang Shuo suppressed the panic in his heart and went to the finance department to gather the employees for an emergency meeting while patiently waiting for the final Boss.
Arrived.
Le Tingchen had always been efficient. He changed his clothes and tidied his tie. His series of actions were perfect. He hurriedly took the car keys from the shoe cabinet and said,
Outside the house, the Maybach drew a perfect arc in the night sky, spewing out two rows of exhaust as it sped away, turning into a light shadow.
He didn't even notice that at the corner of the hall, a petite figure had just walked down the stairs. She was wearing a pink nightdress with spaghetti straps and a large piece of smooth skin.
Exposed, Song Qiaoen stood barefooted against the wall.
She had been in a deep sleep for the whole day. As soon as she came downstairs, she heard movement in the study. Seeing the door open, she quickly hid against the wall of the stairs.
After Le Tingchen changed his shoes and left the house, she quickly walked to the windowsill and pulled open the curtain, staring at the direction of the car leaving.
Something happened to the company? What happened? Since Le Tingchen was in such a hurry, this must be very important, right?
With that thought in mind, Song Qiaoen looked down at the phone in his palm and hesitated to make a call." Hello, I'm Song Qiaoen. Let's find a chance to meet."
How about noodles?"
After putting away her phone, the girl's face was slightly tipsy. Thinking back to the honor that the word 'Song' had brought her, she felt a little ashamed.
The night wiped away the setting sun, and thick ink painted the sky.
Yang Shuo's situation was not optimistic. Three consecutive calls came in. Le Tingchen drove with one hand and put his phone into the headset with the other hand.
。
"How's the situation now?"
Yang Shuo had just gathered a group of people in the conference hall. He felt his head heat up as he listened to the discussion. He panted and replied to Le Tingchen," I know."
Most of the people who planned the bidding were the backbone of the company, but the people who knew the bidding report were definitely the people from the finance department.”
"Yes, continue." The strong cold air in the car drifted over Le Tingchen's voice, and Yang Shuo felt unusually cold.
"I've already asked someone to investigate every video in the company. There should be results in a while.”
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