Seeing that Song Ke's face was red with anger, Jiang Shu felt relieved.
"I don't care about you! You are the chief designer, and the responsibility is on your shoulders and has nothing to do with me." Song Ke rushed back to the office angrily on high heels like a defeated rooster.
After the people left, Jiang Shu sneered.
But time was running out. She had to work overtime to get the design drawings out. It was difficult to draw on the bus. She tried several times, but the efficiency was very low. And for some reason, she always felt like someone was following her. When she turned around,
Nothing again.
Is it Jiang Zhou? But he is now in Liang Qiu's hands.
Jiang Shu even suspected that she had a nervous breakdown from working overtime, so she decided to ride in Fu Shiyan's car for the remaining few days.
It just so happens that he gets off work every day and at night, so no one in the company will bump into him.
In the car, Jiang Shu held the computer and smiled, mingling with the driver, "Brother Liu, I'm sorry."
Xiao Liu looked at the man's gloomy expression in the rearview mirror and dared not say a word, "Madam, you are serious...just call me Xiao Liu."
Jiang Shu ignored him and opened the computer, which was the modeling page.
Fu Shiyan pressed his temples and disapproved of her behavior, "Is there any good plan that can be made temporarily?"
Jiang Shu didn't even raise his head, "Mr. Fu, this is not your field. It's best not to express your opinion."
Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes and was too lazy to talk to her.
In the night, the Porsche drove very fast, passing by the neon lights. The car was silent. Fu Shiyan was processing emails on the computer, so the sound of the two typing on the keyboard was in perfect harmony.
At this moment, a harsh ringtone broke this tacit understanding.
Jiang Shu took out his cell phone and saw that the note was Xu Ming. He was so frightened that he quickly picked it up, "Brother Ming?"
Fu Shiyan stopped typing on the keyboard.
Xu Ming's voice was loud and full of anxiety, "Xiao Shu! Come to the hospital quickly. Your father has heart failure and suddenly stopped breathing. We are rescuing him!"
Jiang Shu's hands began to tremble and his throat tightened, "I'll be right over!"
After hanging up the phone, she closed the computer suddenly and looked at Fu Shiyan beside her. He opened his lips and decided: "Change to the hospital!"
Jiang Shu clenched his hand and swallowed, as if he was in the wilderness.
"My father has been ill for these years and has never been in this kind of situation. Is he..."
Fu Shiyan's calm voice suppressed her panic, "No, heart failure is a normal phenomenon after a person has been in a vegetative state for a long time. It would be great if he can be rescued."
Jiang Shu looked at him, "What if... we can't save him..."
"Jiang Shu." Fu Shiyan stopped drinking, and then his tone became lighter, "No way."
As soon as the car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, Jiang Shu got out of the car immediately and ran directly inside. Fu Shiyan then slammed the car door, took long steps, and quickly followed her behind.
Because of worry, Jiang Shu almost sprinted for 100 meters, bumping into many people along the way. She numbly said sorry and kept talking all the way to the rescue room.
It was empty outside except for nurses hurriedly coming and going with instruments. Jiang Shu grabbed her suddenly and asked, "Nurse, how is my father?"
"It's still under rescue."
Fu Shiyan had already arrived, held her waist close to him, and said to the nurse: "I'm sorry, you go in first."
Jiang Shu lost his sense of control and fell into his arms limply. His voice came from above his head, "Calm down and everything will be fine."
But the three big words "Rescue in progress" flashing in red above the operating room made people feel chilly.