Miss Drama is slightly sweet

Zhao Mingda immediately covered the wound with his hands, looked around carefully to make sure there was no one there, and then sat down in a relieved manner.

"Hey, since you are my assistant, I'm not happy with you." Zhao Mingda seemed to have taken a lot of courage, and said slowly, "Actually, Fu Haoyi asked someone to get this scar."

"Ah? Fu Haoyi?" The assistant was puzzled. In his opinion, Fu Haoyi was at least a gentle and personable person.

"I know, you don't believe it either. To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it either." Zhao Mingda shook his head in distress.

His brows were tightly locked together, as if caught in a painful memory: "I actually know that Fu Haoyi loves Cen Tian very much, but I just communicated with her. Forget it, I can understand why he did this."

Zhao Mingda always spoke only half a sentence. He purposely portrayed himself as a victim. In addition, the assistant saw the injuries all over his body, so he had to keep guessing.

Zhao Mingda was stunned for a moment, then sighed absent-mindedly: "It's okay, I shouldn't have told you about these things, but I really can't let it go, so just pretend I didn't tell you."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head slightly, and just happened to reveal a gentle smile, as gentle as a spring breeze, as if it could warm people's hearts.

The assistant's heart skipped a beat, and Zhao Mingda's kindness to him in the past suddenly appeared in his mind. He was deeply moved, and secretly resented him.

But the assistant knew his identity and couldn't do anything, so he could only say in a dull voice, "Yes, I understand."

He walked out of the office, and Zhao Mingda happily sat on a comfortable seat, skillfully brewed a pot of tea, and poured a cup leisurely.

Putting it in front of his lips, the refreshing aroma lingers on the tip of his nose, making people feel refreshed, Zhao Mingda took a sip.

"Fu Haoyi, Huo Xingyuan, just wait and see a good show, but I have arranged it well." Zhao Mingda's eyes were smiling, but it was like an abyss, not reaching the bottom of his eyes.

I believe that the old man should have gotten the news right now, for this good show, he has worked hard.

hospital.

Fu Heng sat on the hospital bed, his old body couldn't bear the medical equipment, and he coughed constantly. He quickly picked up the tea beside him to moisten his throat.

"How is Zhao Mingda doing recently?" Fu Heng put down his water glass and asked, Zhao Mingda is also the person he admires most now.

The secretary methodically held the reports presented from above and below.

She said word by word: "The people below said that when Zhao Mingda came to the company this morning, he seemed to be injured, and the wound was quite serious. According to his assistant, he was beaten?"

"Huh?" Fu Heng asked in a thick and magnetic voice, and he ordered displeasedly, "Go and call Zhao Mingda to me, the sooner the better."

In the end what happened?Who actually dared to touch the person he admired?Fu Heng snorted coldly, his calculating eyes showed coldness, he would definitely make that person pay the price.

"Yes."

After a while, Zhao Mingda arrived at Fu Heng's hospital bed non-stop, not daring to delay even the slightest bit.

The two faced each other, and Zhao Mingda didn't dare to sit down easily. He put a pile of gifts prepared by his assistant on the table, and said in a friendly tone, "How is Dong Fu's health recently? Is it better?"

"Mr. Zhao, Director Fu has indeed gotten better recently." The secretary reported dutifully.

Zhao Mingda smiled gently at the secretary: "Thank you."

The secretary was stunned by this charming smile for a moment.

She waved her hands again and again: "This is what we should do."

Zhao Mingda knew everything in his heart, but he still pretended not to know, and asked in bewilderment: "I don't know why the old man asked me to come here?"

Fu Heng raised his head lightly, and said dissatisfiedly: "I heard that you were injured? Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhao Mingda's body froze obviously, and he smiled embarrassedly.

He didn't seem to be too happy to say it, he hesitated: "It's okay, it's just a small injury."

Although Fu Heng is old and has bad eyesight, he is not confused. He looked sharply at Zhao Mingda's neck.

"Huh? Small injury? Then do you dare to show my old man the wound on your neck?" Fu Heng pressed repeatedly, his arrogance did not allow the person he cared about to be bullied by others.

Zhao Mingda tugged on the high collar helplessly, and the purple color on his neck immediately appeared in front of Fu Heng's eyes.

Fu Heng slapped the table fiercely, feeling aggrieved, and the anger was burning in his chest, as if it was about to spew out.

"Who the hell made you look like this!"

Zhao Mingda's eyes were troubled: "This... Director Fu, in fact, I think I can understand his behavior. After all, sometimes I get a little close to Cen Tian because of work. It's okay, I can understand."

He deliberately didn't say it clearly, just for Fu Heng to guess right, and as expected, Fu Heng was in Zhao Mingda's arms.

"Fu Haoyi, this incompetent guy?!" Fu Heng stared at him, and was even more angry.

This kid, if he hasn't been disciplined for a day or two, he dares to touch his old man's people?He's not dead yet, so arrogant.

Fu Heng's old face was pale, and his face looked extremely ugly. He waved his hand: "You go back to the company first."

"Okay, Mr. Fu rest slowly, I won't disturb your cleaning."

Zhao Mingda left slowly and returned to the company.

Fu Heng called his secretary, and called Fu Haoyi over. Of course, Fu Haoyi didn't dare to neglect, and hurried to the hospital bed.

"Fu Haoyi! Look at what you've done!" Fu Heng opened his mouth and smashed a bunch of heavy photos on Fu Haoyi's head. His vigorous and powerful hand swung with great force.

Fu Haoyi was caught off guard by Fu Heng. He looked at Fu Heng strangely, and looked at the photo with doubts.

He picked it up, and it was the man's neck, which was full of scars, extremely indecent, and was deliberately covered by a high collar.

"What's the matter? Grandpa, what happened?" Fu Haoyi and Zhao Mingda were not very familiar with each other, so he didn't recognize them immediately.

Fu Heng was even angrier, he hated iron and said: "Fu Haoyi! Are you really not crying when you see the coffin? Zhao Mingda is now like this, isn't it because of you?"

"Fu Haoyi, I don't teach you now, you really think of yourself as a green onion, don't you? It's so!" Fu Heng looked at Fu Haoyi with hatred.

Fu Haoyi actually felt a little strange, he hadn't seen Fu Heng's gaze like this for many years, full of dissatisfaction and disgust.

"Grandpa, do you have prejudice against me? I didn't do this." Fu Haoyi wanted to deny it.

Fu Heng smiled instead of anger: "Zhao Mingda is open-minded and doesn't want to argue with you, but what about you? You are still here and refuse to admit it."

"I really misjudged the person, but I didn't expect that I would raise such a grandson in my life." Fu Heng shook his head with eyes full of disappointment.