Rong Jincheng was eating the meal he had just delivered while listening to the phone: "I know, you can send it to my email."

"Master Rong, can you spare half an hour to hold a video conference?"

"Do you know what time it is now?" Rong Jincheng was about to get angry.

"It's almost... half-past ten." Feng Li shrugged helplessly. He couldn't be blamed for this. He didn't want to work so late. "Master Rong, please hold on for a few more days and take care of everything about Qiao's side."

Once you’re done, you’ll be fine.”

"I'm not free tonight."

"Oh, forget it then, I'll go have a meeting by myself?"

"Okay, you can drive it yourself. If you have any questions, just call me."

Feng Li became more and more helpless, but he had followed this young master for several years and knew his virtues. He was proficient in eating, drinking and having fun, but he didn't like to be restrained, especially he didn't like to work.

I didn't really like to study back then, but I had a good brain, so I got the first place in Stanford Business School even though I didn't study much.

Asking him to work overtime would definitely be like killing him.

"Master Rong, it's raining tonight, are you still playing outside?" Feng Li asked.

"Playing with your uncle, in your eyes, I only know how to play?"

Feng Li's mouth twitched: "..."

Can't afford to offend.

Feng Li took the initiative to hang up the phone and stopped talking.

"You dare to hang up on me, I'm tired of living." Rong Jincheng snorted coldly, threw away the phone, and continued to eat with his head down.

The food in the hospital cafeteria was very unpalatable, but even though he was hungry, he ate it with gusto and didn't pick at it.

In fact, he is not a particularly picky person. When he was in college, there was a social assistance activity. He also carried luggage, went to mountainous areas, and ate pickled rice. Anyway, he did not grow up in a honey pot since he was a child. He ate it.

bitter.

Soon, Feng Li sent him several emails in succession, and his cell phone kept ringing "ding dong" and "ding dong".

One email after another made Rong Jincheng so angry that he almost didn't want to eat.

Just watching them all would probably take several hours.

Damn it, being the CEO is so tiring, I should have known better.

Rong Jincheng took a few more bites of rice in a hurry, holding chopsticks in one hand and his mobile phone in the other.

He was in the cubicle, and Han Yurou was sleeping on the hospital bed outside.

Time passes little by little, and the rain is still falling.

Because he was too tired and sleepy, Rong Jincheng made a cup of coffee after the meal.

For a while, the ward was quiet.

Han Yurou was lying on the bed, not asleep, just closing her eyes and thinking randomly.

What I think about most is probably the carefree life of the past years, but unfortunately it has passed by and there is not much meaning to think about.

An hour later, the nurse came to check the room again and helped Han Yurou pull out the needle.

After the needle is pulled out, Han Yurou can move her hands.

She glanced at Rong Jincheng who was standing beside the hospital bed, held her forehead and said calmly: "What are you still doing here?"

"I am wherever I please."

"Oh." Han Yurou ignored him and reached for the medicine on the table.

Rong Jincheng hurriedly stepped forward and held her hand: "Won't you ask me to take it? Or do you think I can't see it when I'm in front of you?"

Han Yurou said unceremoniously: "I don't treat you as a human being."

"Damn it." Rong Jincheng almost gritted his teeth, his teeth itching with hatred, "If you dare to say that again next time, I will kill you."

"I don't treat you as a human being."

"..." Rong Jincheng rolled his eyes in anger.
Chapter completed!