"What right do you have to blame me? I'm already very sad, okay? " With that, Xia Fei burst into tears.

During this time, she was really depressed. She had been regretting and blaming herself. She had been busy and no one understood her.

Zhang Weiming stared at the sentimental girl who was out of control. He cried for a while. He sighed and couldn't bear to blame again. He reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "Well, don't cry. No one wants to investigate your legal responsibility. I'm just angry in my heart, so my tone is a little heavier."

"It's my fault. I told him that Xiaoxiao came back and asked him to come back in ten minutes. I didn't know he was drunk. I didn't realize the danger..." Xia Fei said more and more guilty.

These days, Zhang Weiming and Xia Fei stayed up with Gu Zhi all night. They were all a little tired and in a dignified mood.

The lights in the infirmary haven't been turned off.

Only a few of them know the injury of the high reputation.

It didn't appear for more than ten days, all meetings were cancelled, and some important projects requiring the president's signature were stopped.

I couldn't see the president. When the president was helped into the elevator, many people saw it. It was bloody and tragic.

So there are such rumors within Sheng's group——

President Sheng was killed in a car accident!

I blocked the news because I was afraid of chaos.

After all, the tragedy of the car accident was at the cost of human life. Ferrari, another protagonist in the car accident, burned into a fireball on the spot. I heard that the driver's body could not be identified, so it was directly burned into ashes, saving the solemn process of cremation.

But no one dares to spread such internal information. Everyone knows that the president is dead.

On the 28th day, in the simple and gorgeous bedroom on the 22nd floor.

Xia Fei, standing in front of the bed, saw the finger that was famous outside the quilt move. At first, she thought it was an illusion. She stared at the finger with distinct joints, once, twice... It really moved!

Xia Fei's heart almost jumped out! She ran out of the bedroom. Her exclamation came from a distance in the corridor, "take care of it! The reputation is moving!! Gu Zhi!! The reputation has moved! "

Next second, the infirmary door opens!

Gu Zhi ran to the panting Xia Fei, and then they ran to the prestigious bedroom.

On the big bed in the bedroom, the reputation closes his eyes, the slender eyelashes are closed on Qingjun's face, the bandage on his head has long been removed, and the wound is gradually healing. In two days, the suture can be removed. He is as handsome as ever and still has the charm of reversing all sentient beings.

Xia Fei looked at Shanggu coldly. She explained awkwardly, with a weak voice, "I really moved just now. I mean fingers."

Gu Zhi's eyes fell on the white and slender fingers, and after a while, he really moved, but the arc was very small.

The next second, Gu turned quickly.

Xia Fei, who was confused, was still very happy. She took out her mobile phone and dialed Zhang Weiming. After connecting, she said happily, "uncle! The finger of fame moved! Gu zhidu and I saw it! He's waking up! "

"Really? Great! " In the president's office, Zhang Weiming carefully reviewed the documents for Shengyu. He looked up from a pile of documents and showed a long lost smile.

Then Gu Zhi took some medicine and fed Shengyu to drink.

Five minutes later, the long eyelashes slowly raised, and he finally opened his eyes.

Although the high reputation looks pale, the clear and solemn temperament and the inherent aristocratic atmosphere still exist.