Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

It has been a long time since reciting the ninety-nine multiplication table, but Song Yang's words knocked Zhong Ying down from the cloud at once.

She is a mortal.

She also learned from one plus one, and she was kept behind by the teacher after class because her brain was slow and she couldn't memorize the multiplication tables.

But in the past few years, she has achieved too many achievements, and she has been praised too much.

Especially in the business world, when she beats most men, she feels invincible.

Confident to conceited, strong to suffocating, in the end, there are very few friends.

The second elder brother often said to her that if this continues, she will have problems, either physically or psychologically.

She was really anxious, sickly.

I am afraid that I will be surpassed one day, and I will not allow myself to make a little mistake. I don't want to miss any opportunity, and I greedily hope that I will stay on the wealth list forever.

As for the body, who would have thought that she, the enviable and beautiful president of the Zhong Group, didn't even have the most basic sleep happiness.

She had gotten to the point where she couldn't sleep without sleeping pills.

Exercising hard to exercise is just to overdraw your physical strength so that you can sleep well.

And the high-pressure work all the year round made her "big aunt" often go away, either not coming for two or three months, or not leaving for one and a half months.

She is not a normal woman.

Emotions are broken at this moment.

Song Yang probably didn't know how he made her cry, so he was in a hurry.

"I said Miss, don't cry, what did I say to offend you this time?"

Zhong Ying looked at him, emotionally surging in his heart, but he didn't know which sentence to start with.

After all, she is not a hypocritical girl, and she has to get used to it. Finally, she wiped away her tears and laughed at herself: "When you talk about the multiplication table, I kind of miss my childhood. It is easy to be hypocritical when people are sick."

Song Yang stared at her for two seconds, then sighed.

"You're pushing yourself too hard." He understood her even though she didn't say anything.

Song Yang turned to get a paper drawer, but Zhong Ying didn't want to lose his composure again.

"Okay, you rest, I'm going back too." She didn't look at Song Yang again, waved her hand, and left his room.

Back in her room, Zhong Ying had already calmed down.

Swallowed twice as much sleeping pills as usual, covered the quilt, and decided to have a good sleep.

Anyway, after waking up tomorrow, he will be a hero again.

But taking sleeping pills and antipyretics together not only failed to turn her into a hero, but also almost prevented her from seeing the sun the next day.

When she woke up again, Zhong Ying was already lying in the hospital, and it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Completely dazed, he looked at Song Yang beside the bed and asked him what was going on.

Song Yang said that after he woke up, he went to make breakfast and waited until eleven o'clock in the morning. Before he heard her, he went to her room and couldn't wake her up. She came to the hospital.

When sending her to the doctor, he also took all the medicines on her bedside table, so that the doctor could judge.

The doctor saw sleeping pills and antipyretics, combined with her symptoms, and speculated that after taking the two drugs together, the central nervous system was inhibited, resulting in a series of symptoms such as loss of consciousness, slow heartbeat, and lower blood pressure.

If it is more serious, it may damage the liver and kidney, causing acute organ failure.

In short, almost died.

Of course, she was sent to the doctor in time. When she woke up, she was fine, but her head was dizzy and her body was weak.

After listening to Song Yang's words, Zhong Ying smiled at him embarrassingly: "Has the script been sent? Can you give me the computer so I can have a look?"

Song Yang had a dark face and ignored her, "Have you ever thought about it, if you do something wrong, I will be the number one suspect, even if the police let me go, your two brothers will have to be wiped out. "

"No, don't think of my brother too savagely." Zhong Ying explained, but guilty of not daring to look this man in the eye.

She really messed up, and she almost hurt her friend, so she felt very guilty at the moment.

"How long have you been taking this medicine?" Song Yang glanced at the medicine bottle beside the bed.

Zhong Ying thought for a while, "I don't remember..."

Song Yang pressed his forehead, not knowing whether he was worried for her or angry with her.

Zhong Ying quickly explained: "I've eaten like this before, and I haven't had any problems. I just want to eat two more pills, sleep well, and get better soon..."

After speaking, her voice became smaller and smaller.

Her mistake caused trouble to others, and the delay lasted for so long.

To waste time is to waste life.

She doesn't like others wasting her time, nor is she willing to waste others', Zhong Ying feels very sorry.

Sighing secretly, she, who has always been unyielding and not acting like a baby, made an exception and tugged at the corner of Song Yang's clothes.

"Eat a pit and gain a wisdom. I won't make such low-level mistakes in the future. And you were drunk last time, and I didn't say anything about you. Don't be angry..."

Song Yang looked at her, "Zhong Ying, I'm worried about you."

She pursed her lower lip, "I know...don't I admit my mistake to you?"

Song Yang lost his temper, and after a while, he asked her: "Are you hungry, can you eat? I bought porridge at noon, and it's still in the thermos."

She was just about to say that she was hungry when her phone rang.

It was her mobile phone, which was placed beside the pillow. After a glance, the vice president called.

She quickly answered the call. The vice president reported to her on the phone. It was urgent and wanted her to go to the company.

Zhong Ying propped herself up and sat up, ready to get out of bed.

But Song Yang pressed her shoulders, pushed her back to the bed, and took her mobile phone away at the same time.

"Hey, you!"

Before she could stop her, Song Yang turned on the loudspeaker, and said to her vice president, "Mr. Zhong is ill. Can you vice presidents handle this matter?"

The vice president hurriedly said that he didn't know that Mr. Zhong was ill, and that Mr. Zhong should take good care of his illness, and he could handle this matter.

"Try not to disturb her these days, let her have a good rest."

"Yes, are you?"

Song Yang glanced at Zhong Ying, and said to the vice president, "I'm her friend."

Then he hung up the phone, "Don't blame me for arranging your work without authorization. You look like this, you must take care of your health first."

"I'm not so ignorant..." Zhong Ying muttered, "Help me serve porridge, I'm hungry."

Afterwards, Song Yang served her porridge, but he didn't reprimand her any more. She had no energy in her hand and ate three spoonfuls by herself, so he took the spoon and fed her half a bowl.

Zhong Ying laughed at him: "I don't know, I thought I was your girlfriend."

Song Yang glared at her: "I don't have such a stupid girlfriend, and I don't even have basic knowledge of medicine."

Zhong Ying just laughed and didn't refute.

Anyway, this person is serving her, so why not make people complain.

After dinner, Zhong Ying regained her energy and asked when she would be discharged from the hospital. Song Yang said that after observing at night, if nothing happened, he could leave.

Zhong Ying was a little happy to hear that she didn't need to be hospitalized.

Thinking of Song Yang spending a whole day with her and taking care of her so meticulously, he said, "I don't even read the script. I'll ask the accountant to pay you directly for how much you need."