The queen is a little fresh: the gold master, stop!

Chapter 379 I'm sorry for the Wen family

It has been more than a month since Chi Nange's body fully recovered.

After all, the injury was serious, and the head suffered a lot of damage. After staying in the hospital for three full months, he was finally discharged.

However, the doctor's advice still requires not to work immediately, but to rest regularly and quantitatively.

However, the day after Chi Nange was discharged from the hospital, he got on the plane to Mocheng.

In the past month or so, Ling Shiyong has made new arrangements for Guangdi Group's personnel. Before that, Ling Rumeng was the general manager, but now he has been directly promoted to the vice president.

Manage the company side by side with another Vice President Yu.

It is said that they are side by side, but it is not. This is the chairman's daughter, and the future of Guangdi Group is hers. Whoever says what he says will keep his word, and whoever needs to work harder, of course, it goes without saying.

However, at least two-thirds of the current top management of the Guangdi Group were selected by Chi Nange. Although they had to listen to Rumeng's orders due to the coercion of power, they still secretly looked down on her.

Just thinking about how much she lost for the mistakes she made before, and how much face she lost to Chi Nange, they were not too convinced.

Therefore, under their digging and stumbling, Ling Rumeng was so busy that she naturally had no time to interfere with Chi Nange's actions.

"Mr. Chi, Miss Ling has been working overtime every day during this time. Our group in the group has done a good job." Zuo Wei directly booked a first-class cabin for Chi Nange, giving him the most comfortable flight.

It's just that for people who have had brain surgery, it's very hard to fly by plane, especially when taking off and landing, even if Chi Nange can bear it, he feels like his head is about to explode.

He has been reclining on the seat, wearing a blindfold and closing his eyes to rest, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

"Well, those who sincerely surrender to us, pay attention, and bring them to Suicheng when the time comes."

"Actually, Mr. Chi doesn't have to go to Mo City in person, just make a phone call with Mrs. Wen." Zuo Wei couldn't bear to see him working hard.

This 25-year-old man is really working too hard.

Most men are still just big boys at the age of 25, still busy being rookies in the workplace, busy picking up girls, bragging, and falling in love.

And what about Chi Nange?
"No, she is Yunyun's mother. Besides, I am sorry for the Wen family." Chi Nange's reason was simple.

He feels guilty and blames himself for not doing anything right.

Zuo Wei didn't say anything.

The plane landed at Mocheng Airport, and Si Chenghan came to pick him up in person.

"Good guy, you're finally all right!" The monstrous man, as a once dazzling star, could hardly do things well when he went out without wearing sunglasses and a mask.

Chi Nange smiled slightly, and said, "The big star came to pick me up in person, it's really bothering me."

He actually doesn't like the camera, so many fans saw Si Chenghan, and the screams were loud, which troubled his fragile head.

With four or five bodyguards under his command, Si Chenghan quickly opened a road, and several people quickly came to the parking lot and got on the distinguished extended Lincoln.

"In this battle, I don't think it's okay to keep a low profile." Chi Nange couldn't help complaining, and pressed his temple habitually.

"Why, I thought you were all healed?" Si Chenghan asked with raised eyebrows.

Chi Nange smiled wryly, and said, "If it were you, you would have problems with your hands and feet, a part of your liver has been replaced, and two holes were opened in the back of your head. Can it be so easy?"

"It's true." Si Chenghan felt terrible even thinking about it.

In fact, for a person like him who can eat black and white, he has never seen any bloody scenes.

What hurts the most is not those suffered physically, but the wounds on the heart, the kind of loss that cannot be filled with anything.

"How about it, should we stay in the hotel first, or go to Mrs. Wen's first?"

(End of this chapter)