"Mr. Xiao Tang, please calm down." Zeng Fan couldn't help but frown when he saw her throwing things around.
Dropping things won't solve the problem right now.
"How am I going to calm down? How am I going to solve this problem? Look at how people outside are scolding me now, look at it!" Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes were scarlet, and they were severely swollen from crying.
Thinking of Gu Wangchuan and Su Miao, there was a hint of hatred in her eyes.
"I will never let Su Miao go!" Tang Xiaoxiao curled up her fingers with resentment in her heart.
It would be nice if the person in front of her was Su Miao. She wanted to scratch her face to vent her anger!
"Little Mr. Tang!" Zeng Fan put a hand on her shoulder: "You should calm down now. I have just notified Tang's public relations department. Now I have to go to a meeting to see how the people in the public relations department will deal with your scandal.
If the matter cannot be handled, we will find external crisis public relations to handle the matter. As for the company's affairs, we have to rely on Mr. Yang's help. You must stabilize Mr. Yang now."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the cell phone that was thrown to the ground.
After pressing it, the phone still works.
Zeng Fan handed her the phone: "You are Mr. Yang's now, and he will never ignore this matter."
Tang Xiaoxiao held her head, took a deep breath to calm down quickly, and dialed Yang Qiankun's number.
The phone rang for about ten times, but Yang Qiankun didn't answer.
Tang Xiaoxiao had a bad feeling in her heart.
She made a call to Yang Qiankun's special assistant.
This time the call got through.
It was just what Yang Qiankun's assistant said that made her feel cold: "I'm sorry, Mr. Tang. Mr. Yang is very busy and doesn't have time to answer your call. If you have anything, you can tell me. I will tell you when Mr. Tang is no longer busy."
Will convey it."
How could Tang Xiaoxiao not understand the meaning of these words?
After hanging up the phone, she looked at Zeng Fan with empty eyes: "Yang Qiankun, why don't you admit it?"
The reason why Tang Xiaoxiao said she did not admit the debt was because she had accompanied Yang Qiankun but had not yet received the financing money.
"Too much! How unreasonable!" Zeng Fan frowned, thinking of Tang Xiaoxiao's sacrifice. As an elder, he must stand up for her.
"Mr. Xiao Tang, I'm going to Yang's while you go to attend the meeting of the public relations department." After he finished explaining, he walked down.
Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes fell on the phone screen again.
I couldn't help but click on the online report again.
The more I watched, the more uncomfortable I became, and the gloom in my heart piled up layer after layer.
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The other side.
After Su Miao and other staff moved the office back to Millennium, they were given a holiday as agreed.
She had just returned to the apartment with Cui Anna, and was about to open a bottle of red wine to celebrate that the trouble caused by Tang Xiaoxiao was finally resolved, when her cell phone rang.
Su Miao glanced at the caller and saw that it was Leng Qingqiu.
"I'll take a call." She said to Trianna and pressed answer.
"Aunt Gu, good morning." Su Miao greeted her.
"Miaomiao, good morning." Leng Qingqiu's voice came from the other end of the phone, very warm.
Su Miao instantly had an illusion that everything was back to the past.
Leng Qingqiu said again: "Miaomiao, I have something to ask you."
"What's going on?" Su Miao suddenly had a bad premonition.
"It's that boy Achuan. He's obviously still concussed, dizzy, sick, and uncomfortable. He insists on being discharged from the hospital. His father and I are not in Yangcheng right now, so I'd like to ask you if you can help take care of him?" Leng Qingqiu's voice was hearty, without any trace of emotion.
Worry.
Su Miao was speechless. Before she could refuse, she heard the other party say again:
"Achuan is a stubborn child. Since you left, he fired the nanny, saying that he doesn't need anyone to take care of him when you are gone. No, there is no one in the villa who can take care of him..."
Leng Qingqiu noticed Su Miao's resistance and pretended to be pitiful: "He is dizzy now and can't get out of bed. Alas, he is alone in bed with no one to take care of him. I am really worried that something will happen to him..."
"Aunt Gu, I..." Su Miao paused, with a helpless look on her face: "I'm going to go."
"That's great if you can agree to take care of him. Ah Chuan's father and I can rest assured that he is in the villa where you used to live." After Leng Qingqiu finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly for fear that she would regret it.
"Mr. Su, are you going to Mr. Gu's house?" Cui Anna heard clearly.
"Yeah." Su Miao stood up helplessly.
"They already knew that Mr. Gu had an accident, so why would he be in another city? It's really strange." Cui Anna knew what was going on, but she still said this deliberately.
Su Miao also understood what was going on, "I hurt him, so just take care of him for one more day."
"Then let me accompany you there." Trianna picked up the bag on the side.
"No, I'll just go there by myself. You have a good rest today. Oh, and by the way, don't forget about the reporter." Su Miao reminded.
"Okay, I won't forget it." Trianna responded.
Su Miao hailed a taxi and went to the villa.
When she told the driver the familiar yet unfamiliar address, her heart felt as if she had been stabbed hard by a needle.
When she married Gu Wangchuan, she lived in that villa.
Now that she has left, he still lives there.
Half an hour later, Su Miao arrived at the villa.
Looking at the fingerprint lock, it looks exactly the same as three years ago.
Su Miao didn't know if he had deleted his fingerprints, so he could only try to open the lock.
A beep sounded, followed by a mechanical voice: "Welcome home, mistress."
Su Miao trembled, opened the door and walked in.
After closing the door, she glanced at the front yard.
It's exactly the same as when she left, the memories overlap, and nothing has changed here.
Su Miao walked through the front yard, put on her shoe covers and walked into the living room.
Gu Wangchuan was not in the living room.
Su Miao went straight up the stairs to the second floor.
When she reached the door of the master bedroom, she paused and did not close the door.
Standing at the door, you can clearly see Gu Wangchuan lying on the bed.
He put one hand on his forehead, as if he was in pain.
Su Miao felt a sense of suffocation and calmed down before walking in.
Gu Wangchuan heard the footsteps and looked towards the door. When he saw it was her, a smile appeared on his weak face: "Miaomiao."
"Aunt Gu is not free, I will take care of you." Su Miao's tone was firm. She tried hard not to look around. Except for the addition of a bar in the living room, there were no changes in the decoration elsewhere.
"Sorry to trouble you." Gu Wangchuan wanted to sit up, but before he could fully stand up, he fell on the pillow.
"Just lie down and stop fussing." Su Miao's tone was hard, but her heart was soft.
"I didn't expect you to come take care of me, thank you." Gu Wangchuan blinked his eyes, with a hint of moisture in his eyes.
Su Miao sat on the sofa. It was still the same sofa. If she kept doing it, it could wrap her whole body: "I was the one who caused you to be injured, so there is no need to say thank you. I am already very grateful to you for not holding me responsible."