President's Runaway Lover

"Let's go?" Qi Shaowei said to the host of the bidding meeting. His eyes showed that he couldn't wait.

The watch needle still needs five minutes to point to eight o'clock. Qi Shaowei bet that even if Si Nanyuan had wings, he could not get there.

"Wait." Everything was fixed. Looking at the missing time, the organizer shook his head.

Qi Shaowei smiled, not in a hurry. Anyway, the result has been decided.

"Smith." Si Nanyuan couldn't help urging. Now time is tight. Missing these five minutes means that he missed this opportunity and his previous efforts will be wasted.

Sima's forehead was glistening with sweat. Fortunately, he was calm and nodded, "I see."

Fortunately, Si Mo is familiar with this area, which is closely related to the tasks Si Nanyuan often arranges for him. Most of the maps of Qingshi have been kept in mind.

Instead of the main road, SMER chose the small trails hidden behind the city. Most of these trails are flat and easy to open to traffic.

Although the road map was planned in his mind, SMER was still in a cold sweat. It was not an easy thing to arrive at the bidding meeting in five minutes.

Now is a race against time.

There was one minute left. The pointer on the wall had slowly pointed to time 8. Now everyone present had made up his mind. It seemed that Si Nanyuan had given up.

"Let's go?" Qi Shaowei asked in the same tone just now, but his voice was a little excited.

The organizer looked at the clock and shook his head. It seems that he can't help this time.

"OK."

After the host understood the above meaning, he just wanted to say some ritual words, but he was interrupted by an urgent voice at the door.

"Wait!"

Everyone turned their eyes to the door. Unexpectedly, it was Si Nanyuan.

"What?" When Qi Shaowei saw Si Nanyuan, he suddenly sat up on the sofa and looked at the man at the door in disbelief.

Did those two people screw up again?

"Well, it's about to start. Come in." When the organizer of the conference saw Si Nanyuan coming, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The pointer was just stuck in the middle of the last minute. Si Nanyuan couldn't help feeling a little afraid. If something happened on the road again, he didn't dare to think about the consequences.

After wiping the sweat on his face with a paper towel, Si Nanyuan sat down and looked at Qi Shaowei, who was stunned opposite. He glanced away.

"Well, now that both sides have arrived, our bidding will officially begin." At a quarter past eight, the host began to read a string of field words.

Qi Shaowei looked at Si Nanyuan's face and felt more and more unhappy, but there was no way now.

For the bidding meeting, Si Nanyuan is still very confident. Although his financial resources are indeed inferior to Qi Shaowei's company, his reputation in Qingshi is louder than Qi Shaowei's company.

Business depends on integrity.

After an hour and a half of bidding, the result fell on Si Nanyuan's company without suspense.

"Congratulations, congratulations." All the business leaders present came to shake hands and congratulate, which was in contrast to the fact that no one was interested in Qi Shaowei.

Thinking that he had planned well, but there was a mistake in the middle, Qi Shaowei was absolutely dissatisfied.

"Si Nanyuan, wait for me." Qi Shao's authority must have said this.

Sinanyuan knew that if he didn't bring Qi Shaowei down now, he was afraid it would be a big trouble in the future.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have evidence of tax evasion by Qi Shaowei company." Si Nanyuan shouted, and the scene immediately quieted down.

"What's going on?"

"Isn't it a hoax?"

"The competition is over. Which one is this?"

Qi Shaowei didn't expect that Si Nanyuan would strike first. He immediately said, "Si Nanyuan, don't spit out blood. What evidence can you show?"

In fact, Qi Shaowei is still a little nervous now. His plan has made sinanyuan drill a loophole.

"OK." Si Nanyuan patted his palm.

In the back door of the conference room came a middle-aged man, Lao Zhang.

"Lao Zhang, tell me." Si Nanyuan nodded slightly.

"Well, I went deep into Qi Shaowei's company and found that their small company was engaged in money laundering. The evidence I collected had been submitted to the police." Lao Zhang raised the evidence bag in his hand.

"No, no way." Qi Shaowei can't accept this fact. The company always has strict security. How did he get in.

"All right, if you have any extra words, tell the police." Sinanyuan said silently that since Qi Shaowei wanted to kill him at that time, now he just sent him to the Bureau. It seems that he has been very polite.

"No, Qi Shaowei is actually doing something illegal?"

"What's the matter? You haven't seen anything else."

The people nearby were discussing. Looking at Qi Shaowei's trance appearance, Si Nanyuan felt that his breath was finally discharged.

Now, as long as Qi Shaowei enters the Bureau, there will be no threats from Qi Shaowei in the future.

After a long period of physical tension, Si Nanyuan felt physically and mentally tired. Looking at the sound in front of him gradually overlapping, he himself gradually fell on the sofa.

"Boss, boss." Si Mo's voice shouted behind, but Si Nanyuan could only hear an empty echo.

When he woke up, Si Nanyuan saw a white wall. Looking at the little spot above, Si Nanyuan felt that he was alive again.

"How's it going? Is it better?" The nurse stood beside him, shaking the thermometer with her right hand.

"You had a high fever of 40 degrees last night, but you scared the man who sent you." The nurse raised her hand and touched Si Nanyuan's forehead.

"Almost, the fever is gone."

After they left the ward, Si Nanyuan gradually fell into his own meditation. Now the only thing left is Lu Jingxiao.

Listening to the birds outside, Si Nanyuan felt that the painful days were about to pass.

In the ward next door, Lu Jingxiao is still lying in it.

For so many days, Lu Jingxiao felt that something in her heart was about to erupt. It was a new life.

"Xiaoxiao." Yang qianmei held Lu Jingxiao's hand. After so many days, Lu Jingxiao's face gradually sank, and she was a little distressed.

Different from the past, this time Lu Jingxiao slowly held Yang qianmei's hand.

"Xiaoxiao, you." Yang qianmei is a little excited. So now there is full hope.

Lu Jingxiao's eyes gradually appeared color, not as stiff as a few days ago.

"Can you accompany me to the temple to pray?" After a few days of silence, Lu Jingxiao's voice was a little hoarse.