The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

It was a gloomy dusk, Qu Cunzi opened his eyes, he didn't know whether it was day or night, but he saw the gloomy outside the window, as if the sky was about to fall.

He stretched his limbs, but before he stretched out, the pain came from the wound, he frowned, and put his hands on it, only to find that it was the ribs...the wound was there, he had been drowsy for so long, today he woke up completely .

Where, the muscles are almost scorched, although they are not in the bones, but the flesh hurts - he thought to himself, this time, it really hurts the flesh.

He backhanded, strangely aware of the temperature around him, took a closer look, and laughed.

This guy.

But seeing her curled up like a shrimp, quietly nestled in his arms, sleeping very soundly.One foot is also resting on his lap habitually.Maybe it was because the temperature was too high, her face was flushed, and her hair was messed up.

It's like a dream.

He had dreamed of this dream countless times: it was the same when he parted from her, and it was also the same when she was kidnapped.

He thought it was still a dream, opened his eyes wide, and felt the faint pain in his body, which turned out to be real.It was true that she was lying in his arms.

The pajamas were thin, and the temperature from her body was transmitted almost without any barrier.

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed her messy hair, only to find that her eye sockets were blue, and she was haggard even in her sleep.

"Little Treasure..."

She turned over slightly, and habitually reached out to grab his hand, clasping her fingers tightly.

He laughed and was about to wake her up, but after a second thought, he didn't make a sound, and just gently pulled the quilt to cover her, and after a long while, he slowly sat up.

His body hurt, but his legs were fine. He got out of bed, stood firmly, took a deep breath, and found that his condition was much better than he had imagined.

The door opened.

He looked at the group of people in the meeting room in surprise.

Qu Cunfang called out: "Cunzi, why are you getting up? What should you do if you are pulling the wound?"

"fine."

Seeing that his expression was normal, Mr. Qu didn't say anything, he just nodded and asked someone to help him sit down.

Seeing that his father, eldest sister and several important directors were all there, he couldn't help asking, "How many days have I been asleep?"

It was Qu Cunfang who answered him: "You have been in a coma for seven or eight days."

He was taken aback, no wonder he was able to stand up already, it turned out that he had been in a coma for so long.A few days ago, the string was stretched too tightly. Once injured, the side would snap. I ate and slept, and slept and ate. There was no psychological pressure, and no one told me any bad news. Seven or eight days passed.

But seeing the faces of the people, he knew something was wrong, and said in a deep voice, "What happened?"

Qu Cunfang turned on the screen. He looked at the company's stock price. It is no exaggeration. It really plummeted.In the past few days, I fell asleep and fell by nearly 10%.What's even more frightening is that all kinds of rumors come and go, and everyone insists that he, Qu Cunzi, is dead.

Qu Cunzi's death, leaving the Qu family with no successors, is naturally a devastating blow to the confidence of stockholders.The stock market crash spread like this.

He frowned, why didn't he refute the rumors? ?

Obviously, the father is still there, and the elder sister is still there. There is no doubt about their influence on the company, especially the father. How can he just sit idly by? ?

He said in a deep voice, "No, I have to show up today. As long as I show up, all the rumors will be self-defeating. Sister, please help me make an appointment with the most authoritative financial media..."