trap rose

Taking a deep breath, Pei Zhiyao began to organize his thoughts. He needed to find someone who could replace Li Xiaosheng.

Just as he was immersed in thinking, his cell phone suddenly rang, breaking his thoughts.

The call was from his good friend and business partner.

Zhang Tao mentioned on the phone that they were about to enter into business negotiations with a large company, which he had always wanted to cooperate with.

After hanging up the phone, Pei Zhiyao began to have a new plan in his mind.

He decided to put aside the conflict with Li Xiaosheng temporarily and go all out to prepare for this business negotiation.

After all, career is the most important thing.

At the same time, Li Xiaosheng was in a very low mood after leaving the office.

He knew that he was underestimated by Pei Zhiyao, but he did not want to give up this opportunity easily.

So, he decided to wait until tomorrow to discuss countermeasures with his friends to see how he could recover.

Wen Mian went to the hospital to visit Liu Jinbo's daughter.

Wen Mian gently opened the door, and the smell of hospital disinfectant came out, irritating her nasal cavity. She frowned and tried to keep her breathing steady.

The indoor light is soft, and the sunlight outside the window shines on the hospital bed through the half-drawn curtains, bringing a touch of life to this dull space. A ray of sunlight falls on the floor, forming mottled light and shadow, like a painting of nature.

On the hospital bed, a little girl was lying quietly, her face looked much better than before, and her complexion was rosy.

Wen Mian approached the bed and looked at the little girl carefully. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, as if flying in a dream.

Wen Mian reached out and gently touched the little girl's cheek, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin.

The little hands were lightly covered by the white sheets, and only the delicate fingertips were exposed, like buds waiting to bloom.

Wen Mian gently held the little girl's hand, feeling a warmth surge in her heart.

She thought of her childhood, those carefree days as if they were yesterday.

Suddenly, the little girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she felt movement from the outside world.

Wen Mian's heart tightened and he quickly let go of his hand.

The little girl slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of confusion in her clear eyes.

She opened her mouth slightly and asked in a weak voice: "Sister, is that you?"

Wen Mian felt warm in his heart and replied with a smile: "It's me."

She gently pulled the girl's hand and called in a low voice: "Are you feeling better?"

The girl slowly opened her eyes and saw Wen Mian, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then a faint smile appeared.

She nodded slightly, her voice weak but full of gratitude: "Sister, thank you for coming to see me. I'm much better."

Wen Mian gently stroked the girl's head and said softly: "You have to be strong. I believe you will get better soon."

Her words were as warm as spring breeze, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold ward.

The little girl nodded, with a smile on her lips, "Yes, I will, thank you sister."

Wen Mian gently stroked the little girl's head, "You're welcome. You should have a good rest and recover soon."

The two chatted for a while, and Wen Mian felt very relieved to see that the little girl's mental state was getting better and better.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the golden sunlight shone through the thin curtains, adding a bit of warmth to this cold ward. The breeze gently blew through the curtains, as if to accompany this quiet afternoon, bringing a touch of coolness and comfort.