Failed Boss

Chapter 82
The driver carefully helped Aqiusha into the car, Murong Jing then got in, and then ordered: "Go to the hospital."

"Yes." The driver responded and started the car, and the white car that was stuck behind for a long time also started again.

Murong Jing turned his head and looked at the girl beside him through the gold-rimmed glasses. She looked timid and a little embarrassed.

"Miss, don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person. This is my business card." Murong Jing said, took out a business card holder from his pocket, and took out an elegant silver business card with the hotel's name and his name printed on it. His title and his name.

Aqiusha stretched out her hand, took it carefully, looked at the name on it, raised her eyes, looked at him in shock, then lowered her eyes again, "You are...Mr. Murong?" The voice didn't know whether it was because of fear or nervousness. Or trembling with excitement.

"You know me?" Murong Jing didn't mention the pure gold pocket watch for the time being, obviously he had his own plans.

Aqiusha nodded: "My mother told me that my father's name is..." At this point, her voice dropped, as if she couldn't speak.

"Then what's your name?" Murong Jing didn't care about what she didn't finish, just asked lightly, but the shocked eyes behind his glasses betrayed his emotions.

"Ah... Aqiusha." Aqiusha said weakly.

"How old is this year?" Murong Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he was half-affirmed in his heart.

"Nineteen." Aqiusha said truthfully.

Murong Jing's index finger trembled slightly, and he couldn't help it anymore, "Can you show me your pocket watch?" His voice trembled slightly because of the surging emotions in his heart.

Aqiusha hesitated, and after some ideological struggle, she finally handed the pocket watch to him.

Murong Jing took the pocket watch with his slender and powerful hands, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and opened the watch cover with a click, a familiar oval black and white photo came into view, it was a young and handsome The man is wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a pair of round gold-rimmed glasses on his face. He is gentle and refined, and he is clearly himself when he was young.

Murong Jing stared at the photo for a long time, then turned his head stiffly, and returned the pocket watch to her, with a voice that seemed unreal in a dream: "What's your mother's name?"

"A-Jiao." Aqiusha reached out to take the pocket watch, carefully put it into the blue satchel she was carrying, and said truthfully, a mist appeared in her clever eyes, "She has passed away."

The tense string in Murong Jing's heart was completely broken at this moment, an unprecedented expression appeared on his usually gentle face, and now he was [-]% sure of it.

But after all, Murong Jing is a middle-aged man who has passed his forties. Naturally, he will not be as impulsive as a young boy with a hairy head. Looking at the wound on the girl's knee, he took out a valuable gray handkerchief, "Use this first." Stop the bleeding."

Aqiusha hesitated: "This..."

Murong Jing gently placed the handkerchief on the wound on her knee, then took her hand and pressed it, "Before we go to the hospital, let's do this first."

"Mr. Murong, you are so kind to me." Aqiusha said gratefully with misty eyes.

Murong Jing looked at her with a penetrating expression, and seemed to be looking for the figure of the person in his heart through her...

Speechless all the way, the black business car stopped at a large hospital in Paris. The driver got out of the car, walked around to the back seat, opened the door on Aqiusha's side, and carefully helped her out of the car.

Before getting out of the car, Aqiusha took off the gray blood-stained handkerchief, turned her head, and said apologetically to the gentle man, "I'm sorry, Mr. Murong, I dirty your handkerchief."

Murong Jing didn't care, "It's okay, you go and bandage it first."

"Then sir, I'll take this lady to bandage first." The driver said, and left with Aqiusha.

When she came to the emergency room, the nurse methodically disinfected and bandaged Aqiusha's wound.

Murong Jing casually picked up the gauze stained with the girl's blood, went to a doctor he trusted, and asked him some things.

"Then this matter will trouble you." Murong Jing took two portfolios and handed them to a middle-aged man.

The man was wearing a white robe, with a smile on his face, "Murong, you are too polite, we are old classmates, this little thing is nothing."

"So how many days will the result be available?" Murong Jing continued to ask, apparently very anxious about this matter.

"Usually seven days, but since you care so much, I'll try to give you the result within two days." The man readily promised.

When he returned to the emergency room, the nurse had already bandaged Aqiusha. Murong Jing looked at the thin girl in front of him, and there was unprecedented warmth in his usually dull eyes, "Aqiusha..." He was about to say What, at this time, the phone rang.

Murong Jing took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the number on it, frowned almost invisible with thick eyebrows, and answered: "What's the matter?"

"Chairman, the reception of XX Group has started. Their chairman asked me when will you come?" the assistant asked respectfully.

"I'm delayed by some things here, so I'll go later." Murong Jing explained lightly.

"Understood, chairman." The assistant replied.

"Then Aqiusha, if you have anything to do, just call me." Murong Jing put down the line and folded back. The girl sitting on the hospital bed had a warm voice.

Aqiusha got up cautiously, bent over, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Murong."

Murong Jing cast his eyes on Xiao Wang and said, "Xiao Wang, take this young lady home."

"Yes, sir." Xiao Wang replied.

Murong Jing looked at Aqiusha again, and then left.

At the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel in Paris, people are coming and going.

A girl in a purple dress is in front of the easel, meticulously drawing something with a palette and a brush.

In foreign countries, this kind of painting lovers can be seen everywhere, and occasionally someone passes by or takes a curious look.

But the young girl just focused on the painting, occasionally raised her eyes to look at the picture in front of her, then lowered her eyes, and drew everything she saw on the pure white drawing paper.

The girl raised her eyes and saw Murong Jing, who was wearing a black suit, walking over on foot. A trace of surprise flashed in her big beautiful eyes. Why did Dad come here by himself today?
Yes, this girl is Murong Wan, and painting is also her hobby.

It's just that Murong Jing, who was walking towards him, didn't realize the existence of his daughter at all, he was completely focused on the girl he met just now, and that pure gold pocket watch.

(End of this chapter)