The chairman is a bit cold

The turbulence of the plane did not stop with the passage of time, but became more and more serious, and there was no downward trend. The other passengers seemed to be irritable, although the flight attendant still smiled and comforted each one.

At this time, the flight attendants were also dispatched, and they cooperated with the flight attendants to check whether everyone took off their glasses and high heels.

The plane made harsh noises, the frequency of which became more and more frequent, and accompanied by a faint smell of diesel oil. Due to the violent turbulence, the people in the cabin also began to shake. The flight attendants were obviously a little unstable. Holding the seat next to him, he gave each passenger a final check.

At this time, their faces no longer had the smiles they had just started, but instead they were pale and somewhat stiff faces.

"Song Qiong, give me a pen!" The chairman suddenly turned to Secretary Song and said.

Secretary Song seemed to be dragged back by the chairman from a panic. She didn't expect the chairman to have such a great deterrent effect on her at this moment.

Maybe it's because of her usual work habits, as soon as she hears the chairman's voice, every cell in her body can involuntarily wake up.

As if she had resumed her previous work status, Secretary Song rummaged through her bag for a while, took out two pens, and handed one of them to the chairman. This is her habit for many years, and she always has two hands ready. , if the chairman's pen can't write or find it difficult to use after writing for a while, she can hand over a second one at any time.

The chairman quickly wrote something on the paper. Jiang Xiaoyu really admired that person's courage. At this moment, he was still thinking about writing. He tried hard to free the hand held by the chairman, but as long as he moved, the director Chang then held his hand even tighter, he is really a guy who can do two things at once, Jiang Xiaoyu thought to himself.

Fortunately, both of them are quite strong, and other people can't see the two of them holding hands. Otherwise, let alone others, the stewardess who just took a peek at the chairman had to drop her jaw when she saw it. Interested in finding an imaginary enemy for yourself?That sentence floated through Jiang Xiaoyu's mind.

"You are really in the mood!" Jiang Xiaoyu was a little discouraged, as if he was talking about the chairman and himself.

"En!" The chairman just hummed perfunctorily, but the movements of his hands didn't stop.

No one in the cabin was talking, everyone's faces were stiff, and a low cry came from the corner, and Jiang Xiaoyu's heart was also tugged. Could it be that he was really buried here?

Time always passes quickly when people are happy, but when they are in pain or jealousy and fear, time depends on boiling. Jiang Xiaoyu looks at the second hand on the watch and walks one by one, but 1 minute seems to pass Same for a whole century.

Mr. Wei, who was sitting on the side, seemed very calm, because he had been fixed on the seat, and he couldn't move around at will, but his eyes were fixed on the chairman, who seemed to have suddenly fallen into his own world Same, the pen in his hand moved crazily.

The plane seemed to be descending, and the stewardesses were all sitting in their seats. The violent turbulence of the plane made everyone uncomfortable. Some old people started to complain about headaches, and the children started to cry.

However, as the turbulence of the plane increased, the entire cabin fell silent. Everyone looked at their accompanying companions, and everyone held hands tightly, as if entrusting their fate to each other.

Jiang Xiaoyu's hand was tightly held by the chairman. Luo Yang turned to look at Secretary Song, just in time to meet Secretary Song looking around with no focus in his pupils. The man smiled at her slightly. Although Secretary Song wanted to cry, But when he saw the man's face, his emotions calmed down a little...

The plane began to taxi, and a strong smell of rubber was scattered in every corner of the cabin. Jiang Xiaoyu felt a little nauseous, the chairman tapped Jiang Xiaoyu's back lightly, and the plane finally landed at a temporary airport , when the stewardess appeared in front of everyone again, Jiang Xiaoyu realized that his entire palm was sweating from the chairman's hand.

The chairman's strength caused the blood circulation in Jiang Xiaoyu's hands to slow down a lot, and only now did he feel a little numbness in all five fingers.

"Ladies and gentlemen: the plane has landed at a certain temporary airport. For the safety of you...and others, please do not stand up or open the luggage rack. Wait...after the plane has come to a complete stop, please...please do not wait until the plane has come to a complete stop. Put on your seat belt!" The voice of the stewardess obviously cried just now, but the whole cabin cheered in exchange.

"It's okay!" The chairman looked at Jiang Xiaoyu with burning eyes.

Jiang Xiaoyu didn't seem to be fully recovered, he turned his head as if confirming something, met the chairman's gaze and was speechless, he had never seen the chairman at this time.

The chairman's eyes were eager, and there seemed to be a trace of panic. Jiang Xiaoyu had never met a chairman who was afraid. It seemed that this guy was also a person who was afraid of death.

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid of your death!" The chairman seemed to see through Jiang Xiaoyu's mind, and immediately recovered his eyes and said. "Okay! Let's go!" The chairman got up.

The stewardesses helped everyone to go through the connecting procedures, and the chairman was arranged to rest in the VIP room of the airport, and they walked out one after another.

At this time, Secretary Song felt like she was alive after a catastrophe. When the chairman turned his head to ask her just now, she suddenly felt reborn.

Why!Thinking about how I was still complaining two days ago, complaining about the unfairness of fate to me, it’s great to be alive now, so what is there to complain about.

Although she had already figured it out in her heart, when she stood up, she found that her legs were still out of control. She stubbornly supported herself to walk out, but when she just reached the small steps, her legs gave way and almost fell down. When she thought she was going to make a fool of herself like this, a big hand was just right on her waist.

Secretary Song put all her body weight on that big hand, and was lifted up like that, but she was still startled when she turned her head...

It was the man named Luoyang, and that man also glanced at her. Their eyes only met briefly, but they both deliberately avoided each other.

Secretary Song quickly tidied up her clothes, and continued to walk out as if nothing had happened.

Old Chen deliberately slowed down, followed behind the middle-aged man, and when he walked out of the cabin, he helped the middle-aged man. Fortunately, he was supported by Old Chen, otherwise the middle-aged man might really be like Secretary Song just now. The same fell down.

"I'm getting old, it seems that dissatisfaction is always a problem!" The middle-aged man said with a slight smile, supporting Lao Chen with one hand.

"Master Wei, hurry up and recognize Hongyu..." Old Chen hesitated to speak. He knew about Master Wei's physical condition. Although Luoyang was always by his side, Old Chen was really worried. He just had no son. If so, he will definitely stand by his son every day.

Master Wei firmly shook Lao Chen's shoulder, and patted Lao Chen's shoulder heavily: "Okay, old buddy, it's okay..."

Because it was a temporary airport, the airport staff was helping to contact other planes. After a long delay, the stewardesses brought boxed lunches. Although the boxed lunches were not to the taste of the public, there was really nothing else to eat besides the boxed lunches.

Jiang Xiaoyu and the chairman sat in a corner of the VIP room: "What did you just write on the paper? Show me!" As for the things that a person may write when he is alive for a minute but not for a minute, Jiang Xiaoyu was still very curious. When he got out of the cabin just now, he tried to find it, but he couldn't find it, which meant that the chairman had already put away the paper.

"What's so interesting!" The chairman took a mouthful of rice, and he gave Jiang Xiaoyu all the coriander. His picky eating skills are getting better and better. Before, he couldn't tell the difference between coriander and celery, but now he Sure I hate cilantro.

"Is it a suicide note?" Jiang Xiaoyu asked.

"It's you big-headed ghost..." The chairman tapped Jiang Xiaoyu's head lightly with his chopsticks.

"Master Wei...Master Wei..." The young man's voice sounded again.

His voice was not loud, but once again he successfully attracted everyone present. Several stewardesses rushed over after hearing the news. The middle-aged man seemed to be in a coma. The young man pushed the middle-aged man a few times without any response. The director Both Chang and Jiang Xiaoyu stood up and looked over there, he was not a meddlesome person.

Old Chen didn't know when he suddenly rushed over from the crowd, which surprised the chairman enough.

He had never seen Lao Chen, who had always been calm, be so irritable. What surprised the chairman even more was that when Lao Chen ran over, he staggered and almost fell. He stumbled and ran over. As with experience, try to let the middle-aged man lie flat on the ground, and he is trying to wake up the middle-aged man.

Old Chen supported the middle-aged man's head: "Call 110 quickly..."

When Master Wei woke up, he was already on the hospital bed. Lao Chen followed Luoyang to do the whole process. The chairman, Jiang Xiaoyu, and Secretary Song sat on the bench in the hospital corridor in a daze, watching Lao Chen go In and out of the ward one after another, the three of them followed Lao Chen's walking back and forth, shaking their necks in unison, which looked a little funny.

"My God! Is this still the old Chen I knew?" Secretary Song, who had just escaped from the border of life and death, suddenly had a new understanding of the world.

She seems to be able to tolerate some things. In the past, if anyone other than the chairman delayed the work process for any reason, she would never allow it. Sitting here and joking: "Old Chen's body can be compared with that of an athlete!".

The chairman and Jiang Xiaoyu twisted their necks at the same time and turned their heads to look at Secretary Song. The chairman was surprised that Secretary Song, who was as workaholic as him, did not get into a rage because of delaying the schedule. Jiang Xiaoyu was surprised that Secretary Song could also joke.

Secretary Song saw that the two of them didn't seem to adapt to the present, so he stroked his hair unnaturally, pretending to be okay. In fact, another reason why Secretary Song didn't go into a rage was that Luoyang was next to Lao Chen. The man who had met twice was a little curious.

After Luoyang communicated with the doctor, he went through the hospitalization procedures. Just as he was walking towards the ward, he saw Secretary Song who was stroking his hair. It happened that Secretary Song was also looking at him. After their eyes collided for two seconds, Luoyang rushed to her. Nodding his head, Secretary Song twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing what kind of expression he should use to face the man in front of him.

When the plane almost crashed just now, the image of the man turning his head and smiling at her is still echoing in her mind. The man's smile is so warm, it seems to be able to warm her whole tired heart;

The man's smile was so intimidating, it made her trembling heart toughen immediately.

Thinking of this, Secretary Song tried hard to squeeze out an unnatural smile.

"Where is he outside?" Wei Ye asked in a hoarse voice.

Lao Chen nodded, did not speak, and was busy with the things in his hands.

"Follow him back!" The middle-aged man seemed to have exhausted all his strength and said.

"You are already like this, how can I leave?" Lao Chen seemed a little dissatisfied!

"I can feel at ease only if you help him in the past!" Master Wei gave a reason that Lao Chen couldn't refuse.

Lao Chen tidied up the things in the room and didn't talk. Luo Yang walked in. Lao Chen glanced at Luo Yang, and the two nodded in tacit understanding and didn't speak.

"Can I go?" Seeing Lao Chen walking out of the ward, the chairman only asked tentatively. Although Lao Chen was only his driver, the chairman respected him three to seven.

"Aren't you going in to see him?" Old Chen asked the question, but the answer was not the answer. Although the tone was calm, it was irresistibly domineering. He looked very much like that Wei Ye.

The chairman reacted for a few seconds, stood up subconsciously, hesitated for a while, and walked to the door of the ward. Lao Chen never asked him anything, but as long as he asked, the chairman would try his best to cater to him. Chen always feels like a father to the chairman.

Just through a piece of glass, the chairman looked at the middle-aged man on the hospital bed. The middle-aged man was not in good spirits, and his eyelids seemed to be half-closed with great effort. The middle-aged man looked at the chairman very hard. The two just looked at each other through the glass.

Old Chen stood beside the chairman and looked at the father and son. The chairman was tall and majestic, but Mr. Wei had the desolation of an old man lying on the hospital bed. Looking at the father and son, the son was a stubborn father...