On the day of the blind date, I had a flash marriage with a wealthy man

Shanglu choked up even more.

In memory, Wanzhou has always been so sensible.

She never let her family worry about, and she always thinks of others.

In fact, Wanzhou is a girl who is very cheerful and playful, doesn't like to be restrained, and likes to be free.

But she shouldered the mission of the family business since she was a child. When others had a happy childhood, she worked hard to learn various skills and had no time to play.

At an age when others can fall in love as they please, she has already begun to take charge of a chaebol group as big as Deng's Group, forcing herself to restrain her cheerful temperament and become a very authoritative and domineering female president.

If she didn't pretend to be authoritative, how could she be able to intimidate so many employees and subordinates as a girl.

She never lived for herself.

Don't look at her cheerful temper, she smiles brightly and playfully all the time.

In fact, she was not happy.

"Wanzhou, don't talk."

Shang Lu trembled, holding her bleeding wound.

Deng Wanzhou blinked feebly, "Third brother, what I said is true. You should give sister-in-law a perfect wedding."

He and Qiaoqiao will not hold a wedding.

Since the Su Jingxiao incident, he has acted more cautiously.

He will not let the foreign media and the group of foreign forces who are eyeing 6G technology grab any of his weaknesses.

Therefore, even if he and Qiao Qiao remarry, they will not hold a grand wedding.

Keep it simple.

A wedding is just a formality.

For the rest of his life, he would only use practical actions to love Qiaoqiao and make her happy.

Will not go to those formalism.

He thought that the low-key and thrifty Qiao Qiao must have thought the same way.

But now, it was not the time to worry about his marriage with Qiaoqiao.

He clutched Deng Wanzhou's wound hard, his hands were shaking, but he comforted firmly, "Wanzhou, third brother will give your sister-in-law an explanation. You will be fine, third brother wants to see with his own eyes, you and He Qidong walked into the palace of marriage happily."

He Qidong!

He Qidong! ! ! !

In this life, one must always be bold, love someone, climb a mountain, and chase a dream.

He Qidong is her Deng Wanzhou, the person she wants to love, the mountain she wants to climb, and the dream she wants to pursue.

When she was young, she didn't dare to rebel against her parents, and she didn't dare to indulge her youth.

When she grew up, she didn't dare to be herself, and was forced to shoulder the burden of the family, and was forced to become a domineering female president.

Fortunately, she can decide for herself, the man she loves.

She must marry He Qidong.

The mountain has not yet been climbed.

This dream has not yet come true.

She can't die.

But really tired.

I can't catch my breath, and my chest is getting more and more flustered.

"Wan Zhou, don't sleep."

"You open your eyes."

"Third Brother asked you to open your eyes, did you hear that?"

Shang Luhong narrowed his eyes and roared anxiously, "Driver, drive faster, hurry up."

12:30 noon.

Qiao Qiao was in the company, eating fast food with Song Wei.

Song Wei watched her send a WeChat message to Shanglu, and sighed:

"I can't imagine that your family, Shanglu, is so capable. In order to get back together with you, he actually made up a big lie. The capitalists are indeed capitalists, and they even have such means to chase their wives."

Qiao Qiao picked up a piece of white-cut chicken for Song Wei, "Don't pursue those things in the past, life is more important than anything else."

Nothing in life is a matter except life and death.

Qiao Qiao has seen life very clearly.

Shanglu did not reply to her message.

She called, but he didn't answer.

It was not until more than three hours later that Deng Wanzhou was out of danger.

Shanglu just called Qiao Qiao back.

A low, tired voice came from the other end.

"Qiao Qiao, I'm sorry, I didn't reply to your WeChat, and I didn't answer your phone calls. I was in the hospital just now, and Wanzhou had some problems, but I'm fine now."

Qiao Qiao heard that something happened to Wanzhou.

Panicked, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with Wanzhou?"

Shanglu told her about the situation here.

She rushed to the hospital immediately.

Knowing that Shanglu must have not eaten lunch because she sent Wanzhou to the hospital, she brought some bread and milk there.

Walking in front of Shanglu, she glanced at the eye-catching lamp that was undergoing surgery, her chest was very depressed.

"How's Wanzhou?"

"He is out of danger, but the operation is not completely over yet. Wanzhou's spleen was punctured."

so serious?

Qiao Qiao's mind suddenly went blank.

The whole person froze.

She was fine yesterday, why was she suddenly stabbed?

"Don't worry." Shang Lu came over, rubbed her head lightly, and hugged her, "The doctor said that she is out of danger, but the operation still has some finishing touches, and it will be over in a while."

Shanglu hugged her gently.

Pat her on the back, giving her comforting power.

From Qiao Qiao's angle, when he raised his eyes slightly, he could see a few large red characters in the process of the operation, shining brightly.

In front of my eyes, I was a little bit ashamed.

The tip of the nose also felt sour for a while.

Life is indeed impermanent.

A person who was fine yesterday was almost taken away by God today.

Although the commercial land crash was just a joke, the pain of loss still lingers in my heart.

She has lost so much in her life.

She wants everyone around her to be well.

The embrace of Phytolaca was like a catalyst, and the tears were a little uncontrollable.

I don't know why, but it's getting more and more hypocritical.

Hearing the nasal sound of her breathing, he held her thin shoulders and forced her to look up.

Sure enough, she saw the tears in her eyes.

When she cried, his heart was about to break, and he carefully wiped away her tears, "Wan Zhou is really fine, don't worry too much, if you don't believe me, I'll find a doctor and ask him to tell you about Wan Zhou's condition."

"Don't bother the doctor to operate on Wan Zhou." Qiao Qiao was afraid that Wan Zhou's operation would not be successful.

Shang Lu was even more worried that she was in a bad mood, so he forced the bald head to find a doctor.

After hearing some professional descriptions from the doctor, Qiao Qiao's heart fell to the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look, Wanzhou is fine." Shang Lu bent up and picked up his fingers, brushing the tears on her cheek, "Don't cry, um."

The voice was low and indulgent.

Hearing that, the bald bodyguard next to him snickered.

The third master and his wife have not been so affectionate for a long time!

Seeing his wife buried on the third master's shoulder, wiping his tears with his head down, and the third master flicking his wife's head affectionately, the bald bodyguard snickered, tears streaming down his face.

I hope that the wife and the third master can be so happy forever in the future, and there will be no more twists and turns.

eight pm.

He Qidong turned on the TV and tuned to Pengcheng's economic channel.

The financial column at eight o'clock in the evening was broadcast on time.

But from the beginning to the end, half an hour later, he still did not see the interview with Deng Wanzhou.

Didn't Deng Wanzhou say before she left that her interview was aired today? Did he remember it wrong?