[ABO] Orange can't be bullied

Taking advantage of the confusion, tall male betas came down from upstairs wearing hoodies, took a false glance at Wang Ruochun, took out their mobile phones and edited text messages.

There was the unique damp smell of soil between the nostrils. Wang Ruochun woke up like a dream. The flower pot was broken into more than a dozen pieces. According to the size and pattern of the pieces, the flower was at least half the height of a person. If the cat hadn’t appeared suddenly, he would have He didn't take a step back, maybe the flower pot should have smashed his head at this moment, and his brains flowed all over the floor.

Looking up, the building has [-] floors, and there are almost flower pots on the balconies of every floor. It is very difficult to determine from which floor this flower pot was thrown, but what is certain is that this flower pot is absolutely It wasn't an accidental drop.

Who is going to kill him, is it Du Zheng, Kang Zhiyou, or someone from the Qiao family...

A kind passer-by noticed Wang Ruochun's abnormal state and extended a helping hand: "Sir, can you still go? Do you need me..."

That hand was twisted and deformed in Wang Ruochun's eyes, and he lost his composure and yelled in fear: "Stay away from me!"

The kind-hearted man was yelled at like this, so he had to pretend nothing happened and leave.

The woman who joined in the fun dragged her child around Wang Ruochun, looking at him as if she was mentally ill: "This young man is so strange, someone kindly helped him, and told others to stay away from him."

After the crowd dispersed, Wang Ruochun stood up dazedly leaning on the wall, his vision was blurred, dizziness and nausea followed one after another, in his vision, the surrounding pedestrians all changed their appearance, their faces were ashen, and walking corpses walked towards him.

Drenched in cold sweat, Wang Ruochun disappeared into the sea of ​​people along the way he came.

Scar was licking his paws beside him. The cat's reaction was faster than that of a human, so he suddenly appeared to block his way. Today's mission was completed, and he got another can of cat food.

In a certain ward of the hospital where Wang Ruochun left just now, the Du family was engaged in "enthusiastic" activities.

Action failed.

Du Zheng kicked a trash can away in the ward, and was furious at the phone. What kind of trash are his subordinates, why is it so difficult for them to create the illusion of Wang Ruochun's accidental death?

Doctors and nurses did not dare to take a deep breath. They had never seen such a family member of a patient who came to see the patient and dragged the attending doctor to ask how long the person could live, hoping that the patient would die sooner.

They didn't dare to stop them, anyone in City C who didn't know about the Du family, who dared to stop them, wouldn't that be against the Du family?

Cat, that damned cat again.

Du Zhikang had already woken up, lying on the hospital bed, half of his body lost consciousness, only his eyeballs and one arm could move for the time being.

Du Zheng brought a stack of A4 papers, turned to the last page, and stuffed the pen into his hand: "I woke up, just in time, I have signed the transfer of this equity."

Du Zhikang closed his eyes, murmuring, not knowing what to say.

Mrs. Du was crying, wiping her tears and lying beside Du Zhikang's bed: "Old man, what did you say?"

Du Zhikang was furious: "Get out... get out, let that bastard get out..."

Mrs. Du conveyed it in a friendly voice: "Ah Zheng, your father doesn't want to see you for the time being, so he asked you to go out."

Du Zheng put the transfer letter in front of Du Zhikang, and his tone was impatient. In order for the old man to wake up, he waited for more than ten minutes: "You signed the share transfer letter, and I will go out and never see you again." .”

As soon as he let go, the pen fell to the ground, and Du Zhikang said, "I won't sign it."

Du Zheng picked up the pen again. He had already had someone draw up the transfer document. He was just waiting for a good time. After talking nonsense in front of the media, a reporter suddenly mentioned the matter of equity. Lawyers and releases, dare to come in a hurry.

"Why don't you sign, the doctor said, you are old, it's fine, you can only lie in a wheelchair or a bed for the rest of your life, it's useless for you to ask for that share, you might as well give it to me, When you die, you will not waste your life if I give you a good spot."

In his opinion, it is only right and proper for the old man to earn money for his son to spend. The old man will drive west quickly, and ask him to give up his shares to keep his children and grandchildren safe before he dies. Is this wrong?

Mrs. Du really can't stand it anymore. She has swallowed her anger at home for so many years, and she has endured Du Zheng's dominance all the time. At this stall, Du Zheng's child talks nonsense: "Ah Zheng, what are you talking about? Your father is still alive."

Du Zheng issued the ultimatum: "I'll ask you, whether to sign or not."

Du Zhikang was speechless.

Seeing this, Du Zheng pulled Du Zhikang out of the quilt, and rudely imprinted his thumb with ink pad: "If you can't use a pen, you can use your finger to imprint."

The lawyer immediately stopped it: "Mr. Du, you can't use violence to coerce the client."

"Then can I sign for him?"

He is his son.

The lawyer shook his head respectfully: "No, unless the client has written a power of attorney and entrusted it to you."

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, why are there so many rules and regulations, Du Zheng stepped on the end of the bed with one foot, a shoe print was printed on the white sheet, and he said nonsense: "What the hell do you want, old man? You figure out that I'm you!" Son, if you don’t want to be your son, who else do you want to be? Don’t worry about it, when will you die, give me an accurate statement, so that I can prepare for your funeral.”

Du Zhikang tried his best: "Get out...you get out of here..."

The data of the life monitor began to fluctuate violently. The doctors and nurses waiting outside rushed in and tried their best to treat him. This alpha has a reputation and money, so he cannot be allowed to die.

The doctor had no choice but to give Du Zhikang a sedative. After his mood calmed down, he thought it through thoroughly. It was his fault that he didn't teach this son well, but he didn't plan to teach him anymore. No more, let him fend for himself.

"Get our lawyer."

Mrs. Du didn't dare to contact Du Zheng without permission this time. If Du Zhikang really died, wouldn't she be kicked out as a poor old lady, "Old man, what do you want a lawyer for?"

Du Zhikang spat out three words: "Change the will!"

If he can't make it through this time, he would rather give his life's property to his grandson whom he has never met, and he will not leave a penny to that unworthy son.

After leaving the hospital, Du Zheng tore up the assignment document and threw it in the trash can.

Did the old man think that if he wasn't given the stock, he wouldn't be able to be the chairman?Tomorrow's board of directors is bound to be won by him, they have their own way, and Du Zheng also has his own way.

Before I knew it, it was late at night.

Before going to bed, to be more precise, before being arrested by Qiao Xuwei to listen to the story.

Gu Cheng stood in the cloakroom at home, carefully choosing suits for Qiao Xuwei. In just ten minutes, he actually took out seven or eight sets of clothes. Sometimes he took two or three sets of clothes out together, and was blocked by the clothes, so he couldn't see clearly. , one foot deep and one foot shallow, this scares Sister Wang very much.

He moved his waist, and his waist began to sore before showing his arms.

"Qiao Xuwei, Qiao Xuwei, how about this one?"

Gu Cheng held up a set of high-end G cards.

Qiao Xuwei nodded: "Yes."

"What about this one?"

He brought another set of L brand spring new ones.

Qiao Xuwei raised his eyes: "Not bad."

"So which one are you wearing tomorrow?"

Qiao Xuwei looks good in every suit, he looks good indeed, and with a good figure, he can do whatever he wants. Qiao Xuwei's body wrapped in a big bag when going out may be regarded as high-level performance art.

This time Qiao Xuwei didn't even look at it: "It's fine."

Gu Cheng was lying on the ground, he asked Qiao Xuwei to choose, why did he throw this question to him again: "It's okay if you can't, but you can give me an accurate answer."

Clothes were spread on the floor, one set here and another set, Gu Cheng gestured on his body, the sleeves were long, the trouser legs were long, and the shoulders were messy, I didn't see Qiao Xuwei secretly eating anything, how strong he looked like a cow of.

But speaking of it, he doesn't seem to have a suit at all.

Qiao Xuwei memorized the last natural paragraph of the story, walked to Gu Cheng's side, picked him up and brought him back to the room, the ground was cold, it was okay to lie down before, but not now.

"I'll wear whatever you want me to wear."

He doesn't have high requirements for clothes, and he doesn't have any compromises with his clothes, as long as they are refreshing and not sloppy, convenient and comfortable, and in line with the season.

"Forget it, just this one."

Gu Cheng resignedly pointed at the suit that she had just put on, and handed it to Sister Wang, asking her to work overtime tonight to iron the suit well.

Tomorrow's board meeting, the chairman Qiao Xuwei will not be there.