Zhong Zhen didn't dare to raise his head. He kept his head down and stared at the part under his chest muscle silently. But just like this, his body is too charming. There are protruding muscles under his thin shirt. It's really strange. Can't he get such a figure by running every day?

Of course, this is the result of his childhood exercise. Now his daily action is just to keep it. He has a special and fixed fitness time every week.

"Squeak!" Feng Beichen finished sucking the last mouthful of milk and made a sound of sucking empty tube. He just sucked and didn't look at it at all.

Is this the limit state of work? If you have food, you just open your mouth, but you don't pay attention to anything else. If you don't succeed, you are really unreasonable.

This voice let Zhong Zhen also from the thoughts of drifting away to come back to God, quickly respond, "well, Feng Zong, in a moment, we order Bento should be here." As he spoke, he withdrew the milk cup from his lips, took it out to wash it, and then put it back into the small box for him.

Sure enough, Zhong Zhen returned to the office and sat down. She picked up the two drawings and was looking at them. The phone rang and the waiter came. She quickly went down to pick up the meal. When she came up, Xiang Ming also came with the documents, so they had a simple dinner before they started to work.

Feng Beichen and Xiang Ming talk about their work, while Zhong Zhen pays attention to their conversation in case they have any service to do. He stares at the drawing and tries to form an impression in his brain. When he has time, he can draw it directly.

Time goes by like this, everyone is immersed in their work, and no one notices that time goes by so fast, until Zhong Zhen's phone rings in a hurry.

She was surprised, now this time who will call her? If it's Wenhe, she should send her wechat. A kind of bad feeling fills her heart.

But in any case, must be connected to know, she quickly took out his mobile phone while embarrassed to express his apology, after all, is to disturb their work.

Sure enough, it was from the hospital. A touch of fear came to her heart. A sense of ominy swept through her whole body. She couldn't care about anything else and quickly connected the phone.

Sure enough, an anxious voice came from the phone, "you are Zhong Zhen. Your mother has postoperative complications. Please come to the hospital immediately."

Zhong Zhen felt that the whole person was as helpless as a fallen leaf in autumn, and his voice trembled, "do you need rescue? Please start right away. I'll be there now. "

Feng Beichen and Xiang Ming stopped the discussion on work, "you go back first, and sort out every detail here as detailed as possible. You must implement it as quickly as possible."

No matter how good a project or how good a cooperation is, it has to be carried out. It is meaningless only on paper or in the mouth.

Xiang Ming naturally understood this. He nodded and said, "Mr. Feng, I'll drive Secretary Zhong there."

Now both of them are very tired. If they are allowed to drive by themselves, it's really not reassuring.

"You go back and let the driver drive." Fengbeichen calm command, this matter to him, really nothing, he is busy, or several projects hit at the same time, the pressure is mountain.

Xiang Ming nodded his head. After all, they knew very well what their main task was, and what kind of things to let and who to do was the most appropriate, which must be considered.

Otherwise, it would be meaningless to set up so many departments and personnel in the company.

However, before going out, Xiang Ming still called the logistics department and asked them to prepare the car.

After Zhong Zhen hung up the phone, he tried to adjust his mood. He came to Feng Beichen and said softly, "Mr. Feng, I have to go to the hospital. Tomorrow morning, I will try my best to go back."

Although she has experienced countless times of rescue, she fainted in general. But this time, it was a complication after craniotomy. She had seen the notice given by the doctor before.

Just now Feng Beichen and Xiang Ming's last few conversations, she didn't hear anything at all, just immersed in her own world.

At this time, Feng Beichen has the fastest speed to work on the documents or let Xiangming to take, or put away, others also stand up, silent, come out, with no injury left hand holding Zhong Zhen, because of fear and become cold hand, go out.

At this time, Zhong Zhen, where care for a lot, she followed him to go out, of course, will struggle to say, "Feng, you let me go, sorry, I really have to go to the hospital."

Is this woman really some two? Or is it really stupid? How to say that her previous life is not bad? Is this just a few years of effort, let the previous base are lost?

In fact, this is not the problem of how base, but she is too concerned about her mother, too want to let her live, good accompany themselves, she can't lose her!When people care too much about what, they will lose a lot of judgment.

"Don't worry too much, the doctor will arrange the best, and the rescue has already started. No matter how anxious you are, you can only linger outside the operating room." Feng Beichen said coldly.

Although this words sounds particularly heartless, but it is true, and now she is in a state of confusion, is particularly prone to accidents! If she has an accident, who can guarantee her mother's future life?

Many times, we need to take care of ourselves, not to say how selfish we are, but to know that we need to take care of our loved ones behind us. It's very easy not to be self-centered, but it's really difficult to protect our family members with self-care.

Zhong Zhen turns head to stare at him one eye, but also helpless, the fact is so.

"I'll be with you. Don't worry." Feng Beichen said very seriously.

This moved Zhong Zhen. How could he do such a warm thing?

At this time, where can Zhong Zhen think of many? She gratefully agreed, "thank you, Mr. Feng."

Although Feng Beichen is very tired, but everything in the hospital is arranged by him. He rushes over now, but it's just to give an impression to those people and let them know that he really wants to cover this woman.