Addicted to sticking to her, the crazy CEO asks for a kiss every day

The next day, the rain stopped.

Outside Jiangcheng University, Beizhe was stunned after listening to the recording on Shen Qing's phone.

All he could think about was how pitiful, gentle and sensible Lu Daiwei was in front of his family and himself. Just yesterday, Teacher Wen had urged him to take her home for dinner.

The parents have no idea how hypocritical this daughter-in-law is.

He never expected that the marriage he cherished so much would start like this.

Beizhe called Lu Daiwei's cell phone himself, "Lu Daiwei, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

"Bei Zhe..."

"I know everything about you." Beizhe said in a cold tone.

After hanging up the phone, he looked up at the sky after the rain. It was clear and bright, but his heart was filled with dark clouds.

He didn't expect that the woman around him not only lied to him, but also teamed up with her mother to frame Jian Xiaoan again and again. This was something he could never tolerate.

At the Civil Affairs Bureau, the two were silent the entire time. They didn't expect that their marriage of less than a year would end like this, so undignified.

All of Beizhe's guilt towards her disappeared the moment he walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"Take care of yourself and don't have any more delusional thoughts about Jian Xiaoan. What happened between you and me has nothing to do with her from the beginning to the end." Beizhe said coldly before getting in the car.

He couldn't tell whether he felt hatred or regret.

Lu Daiwei watched the cold man drive away, but her heart no longer felt the same as before.

A situation that was already doomed.

At this moment, all she saw in his eyes was disgust, not because of the fake pregnancy, but because of Jian Xiaoan.

Jane Xiaoan.

The phone rang. It was Shen Qing calling. "Lu Daiwei, you're getting divorced. You want to keep your job and face. I only want 50 yuan. Otherwise, I'll make sure you don't live in peace."

Lu Daiwei pursed her lips, opened her phone and directly transferred 50 yuan, then blocked all her messages.

She needs time, she has to endure!

.......

In the hospital, Mo Baiyun pulled out the needle as soon as he finished the IV drip. "I want to find Chen Sen. How is he?"

Jian Xiaoan held her down and said, "Baiyun, Chen Sen is fine. You should rest first."

"Xiao An, I want to find him."

Jian Xiaoan couldn't persuade her and could only help her to the next ward.

Chen Sen was still sleeping soundly, with a slight fracture in his wrist and abrasions on his back, which had already been stitched up. Most importantly, when he leaned towards the passenger seat, his abdomen hit the top of the car gear directly...

When Mo Baiyun came in, Chen Sen was lying flat on his back with his legs apart, his brows slightly furrowed, his face covered with scratches from broken glass, and his forehead was covered with gauze.

His face is so pale!

Mo Baiyun looked at the man in front of her, her nose felt sore, her lips curled up, and she couldn't help crying.

"He's just sleeping. Don't cry." Jian Xiaoan patted her back. "It's just that the anesthetic hasn't worn off yet. Let him sleep for a while, otherwise it will be painful when he wakes up."

Mo Baiyun turned around and bumped into Jian Xiaoan's arms. She was shorter than him, so he was completely embraced by her. "He was injured because he was protecting me."

This fool!

She scolded him every day, but he still protected her.

"Let's go check on Sister Weiwei. She's awake, but Mr. Hai is in a serious condition with a broken leg."

Next door, Yu Weiwei was taking care of Haifeng by the bed. The man was awake, his back teeth clenched tightly, but the corners of his eyes were smiling, "Weiwei, be my girlfriend. I know it's moral kidnapping, but this opportunity is rare."

"Shut up!" Yu Weiwei sat there without saying a word.

She still remembers the tragic scene. Everything went dark before her eyes and she couldn't see the road clearly. As the car violently hit the boulder, the man next to her protected her and didn't let go until the rescue was over.

His lower leg was severely fractured due to the vehicle crush.

"Don't look down on me when I walk with one higher than the other. I'm relying on you anyway." Haifeng looked at the fruit in the woman's hand and opened his mouth, "Feed me."

Hypocritical.

"Boss Hai, I'm here."

Jian Xiaoan and Mo Baiyun pushed the door open and saw Yu Weiwei feeding him. They looked at each other and smiled.

In the ward, eat a mouthful of dog food.

"Sister Weiwei, are you injured anywhere?" Mo Baiyun half-knelt and looked at her, "Your face is fine, how about other parts?"

"No, I'm fine." Yu Weiwei replied, "How about you?"

"I'm fine too." Mo Baiyun spread his hands.

Haifeng looked at the two of them and said, "Now we can get married right here!"

.......

At this time, Fu Nanchen was walking out of the director's office. After learning about Chen Sen's situation, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately it’s not wasted!

He looked at the man on the hospital bed, lifted the quilt and looked at his crotch, his legs spread straight apart.

Perhaps sensing a look of contempt, Chen Sen opened his eyes and saw a tall figure standing in front of the bed. "Brother Chen, what are you looking at?"

Fu Nanchen threw the quilt away and patted the dust off his hands, "Let's see if that thing can still be used."

Chen Sen's face was full of black lines. He raised his neck and looked at his waist, speechless.

"In the morning, it should be erect. Why? It's not really broken, is it?" Fu Nanchen dragged a stool over and sat down. "If it's broken, your Baiyun will be slept with by others."

"Go away, I want to be alone." Chen Sen turned his face to the side, feeling almost dead in pain all night. Although the doctor repeatedly emphasized that no vital parts were touched, he was still very worried.

He closed his eyes the whole night and imagined the passionate scene between them, but it was no use.

Finished stuff.

"Remember to reimburse the medical expenses." said Chen Sen.

Fu Nanchen looked at him and sneered, "I asked the doctor, in principle it's fine, but this thing can't be controlled by "principles" either."

Chen Sen: “….”

.......

After leaving the hospital, Fu Nanchen walked into Dr. Han's office.

A pretty, sophisticated and capable woman in a white coat was writing something with her head down.

"Assistant Qiao, bring us the data on patients with severe depression." Dr. Han stood up hurriedly when he saw Fu Nanchen come in.

"Okay." The woman stood up and left.

When passing by Fu Nanchen, her eyes wandered over him, her eyebrows raised, and she whispered, "Oh my God, so.....so....."

"Mr. Fu, please take a seat. Our new technology for treating depression is very effective. I think we can start promoting it." Doctor Han pointed to the data on the computer screen. "Look, there are currently 100 patients who are the first to use our technology..."

In the video, patients with severe depression have an electrode chip implanted. All they need to do is turn on a switch and their mental state will improve, greatly improving their quality of life.

During the conversation, Assistant Qiao walked in with some information.

Fu Nanchen roughly glanced through the monitoring data and finally proposed that the Fu Group provide funding. In addition to funding the treatment of patients with severe and complex depression, it also actively carried out public welfare lectures on depression and established a special team to provide free psychological counseling for elementary schools, junior high schools, high schools, and universities.

Finally, Dr. Han will organize experienced psychologists in the hospital to conduct another final assessment of patients receiving brain-computer interface treatment for depression.

It was at this point that Fu Nanchen truly said that when M·Core Technology was first established, the primary task was to conduct this research, and it also stemmed from his profound experience of suffering from depression for many years.

Outside the door, there is a familiar figure, and she is about to knock on the door...