Chapter 892

Just passing by the secretary room, I saw several secretaries in a hurry and vaguely heard what they said——

"You said, if Rong Shao knew, would we all be fired?"

"Fried or light!"

"Yes! What I'm worried about is that if something happens to the Young Marshal, Rong Shao will not let us go!"

"If Rong Shao wants to kill us, it's as easy as killing ants. I'm afraid no group dares to hire us!"

"Pray that young marshal is all right! Otherwise we... Rong, Rong, Shao!" Before the Secretary finished, he suddenly stared with a dead color on his face and shivered back.

"Rong Shao..." the secretaries also saw Rong Shao with a gloomy face at the door. They were scared to silence, and their faces were pale.

Bang——

He kicked open the half closed door. Rong Shaojun's face was so gloomy that the mountain rain was coming. His voice was cold to the bone: "where's Xiaoshuai?"

"Young Marshal... Young Marshal was splashed with pepper. Now... Now wash your eyes in the bathroom..."

Rong Shao smiled angrily and looked around these people in a circle: "you'd better pray that he's okay, otherwise..."

Then he turned and ran quickly towards the bathroom.

Xu Zhiyuan picked up the phone to inform the bodyguard to prepare the car, informed the hospital ophthalmology Professor, and then turned around to go.

The secretaries cried and stopped him: "assistant Xu, please help us beg for mercy in front of Rong Shao! Don't block us, please!"

Xu Zhiyuan shook his head and stated the facts, "instead of begging me, it's better to pray that the young marshal is okay. You know, the young marshal is rongshao's baby pimple. If there's something wrong with the Young Marshal, no one can run away."

Secretary Fang took the young marshal who had washed her eyes back to the secret study and ran into Rong Shao who was going to the bathroom. Immediately, she trembled and felt that the sky was falling.

"Rong Shao..."

Rong Shao didn't say a word. His cold eyes stopped on her face like a sharp blade for three seconds, and then his eyes were replaced by worry. He held the little guy who couldn't hold his eyes in her arms, rushed directly into the elevator downstairs and got on the car. Before he ordered, the bodyguard rushed to the hospital immediately.

"Xiaoshuai, don't rub your eyes. Dad will take you to the hospital! Bear it again!" Hold him in one hand, lift his chin in the other, and look into his eyes.

Xiaoshuai wanted to reach out and rub his eyes. He held them down. Although his eyes had been washed with water, they still couldn't open. Tears slipped out unconsciously, and the Pu fan like eyelashes were wet with tears.

The little guy pursed his mouth, said nothing, and his other eye was red. It is estimated that he cried bitterly just now. He stopped crying now, but his red eyes still hurt people.

Rong Shao was so distressed that he asked Xu Zhiyuan to take out the ice in the small refrigerator of the RV. He wrapped the ice in a handkerchief, gently applied it to his eyes, and comforted him in a soft voice: "Xiaoshuai, if it hurts, just cry. Dad won't laugh at you. Is that better? Huh?"

Xiaoshuai looked at him with his eyes that had not been splashed with pepper. He blinked twice before nodding slightly.

Rong Shao breathed a sigh of relief and continued to apply ice to him. The little guy's two small short arms wrapped around his father's neck. His head was resting in his neck nest, and his forehead was close to his neck. He was poor and clever.

"Bear it again. Go to the hospital. Dad will take you to find your mother, okay?"

"... OK." The reason for crying is that the little guy's voice is a little dumb.

Hearing rongshao's heart contracting, he couldn't help hugging him, lowering his head and kissing him again and again on his forehead.