C13 Throw It away

Li Qian yelled, his red eyes burning.

If it wasn't for her mother, there wouldn't have been that man, and there wouldn't have been the tragic scene of Little White's legs being chopped off, his mother committing suicide, and his legs being maimed!

Fang Wu was startled as she looked at him.

She seemed to understand the meaning of his words.

When he was young, Li Qian had always disliked himself and his mother. Because of his mother's entrance, his childhood had been filled with hatred and revenge.

He had bullied her quite a few times when he was young. But because she felt guilty, Fang Wu often let him bully her without any complaints.

Just like now...

"I'm sorry, Li Qian …" She never meant to hurt him, Mother, nor did she!

Feeling heartbroken and emotional, Fang Wu lifted her hand and gently caressed Li Qian's tightly knitted brows.

Li Jun froze.

A surge of warmth flowed through his entire body from between his eyebrows.

Her soft breath brushed so close against his cheek.

Quiet, beautiful...

The next second, he snapped out of his daze and pushed with his long arm.

Caught off guard, Fang Wu was heavily thrown to the ground.

"It hurts …" She rubbed her back that had been knocked, looking at the uncertain Li Qian in dissatisfaction.

He was the one holding her back, and he was the one who was about to push her away!

Li Qian glared at her and pushed his wheelchair. He turned around and left expressionlessly.

When he entered the room, he seemed to be worried about Fang Wu's harassment, so he immediately locked the door tightly.

After a while...

There was a commotion downstairs.

The door to the entrance was opened, and then … Closing.

There was no more sound.

Li Qian pushed his wheelchair out of the bathroom. Without even looking down, he went straight to bed.

When Fang Wu reached home, the lights in the hall were still on.

His dejected mood was somewhat upbeat.

He slapped his cheeks to brighten himself before opening the door and entering.

As expected …

The baby slept soundly on the sofa in her cat pajamas. In the quiet hall, the little guy's satisfied breathing could be heard.

Fang Wu could not control her emotions and kissed his soft and tender cheeks before carrying him into the room.

After washing herself, Fang Wu sat in front of the dressing mirror in a daze.

I wonder if he actually drank that porridge and that medicine …

"Sigh …" "I'm really worried about my poverty." Fang Wu muttered to herself, impatiently put down her comb, and turned on her laptop.

"Leg Therapy", "Experts show you how to stand up again", "Indispensible leg care"...

Unconsciously, he opened one page after another about legs.

"Da Wu, is there something wrong with your leg?" Milkman got up from the bed in a daze and lay on her shoulder.

Fang Wu looked away from the computer screen and pinched his cheek lovingly. "No, I'm just looking around."

"Oh!" "What a strange 5, why do you have to look at your legs …" She mumbled to herself as she turned her head around and went back to sleep on the bed.

Looking at the tender cheeks of the little bun, Fang Wu couldn't help but smile.

He had always felt that this little bun was a little bit more like him, but every once in a while, he would still be able to see a little bit of someone's shadow on him.

On the other side, in the daisy garden.

It was already early in the morning when Li Jun woke up.

The porridge that Du Fangwu cooked last night was placed on the tea table in the hall.

On one side were stomach pills and overnight boiling water.

"President, did you have a stomachache last night?" When David saw this, he understood immediately.

Last night, he had to leave because something had happened to his family.

"Yes." "Yes," Li Qian replied indifferently, putting on his silk tie. "You can go now."

"Good." "Take the medicine with you, and if you have any more pain, take it out for emergency use." David walked over and picked up the pills.

Li Qian's brows furrowed. After a moment of thought, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Throw it away!"

"Hm?" David looked back at him, puzzled.

Li Qian's gaze fell back to the bowl of porridge. "And it, too. Pour it for me."

He did not need Du Fangwu's sympathy, and he would not accept it!

David looked at the bowl of congee in puzzlement, then looked at him. He saw that he had already turned around and pushed the wheelchair all the way to the entrance.

Did these medicine and porridge offend the CEO?

Otherwise, why would his complexion be so unsightly so early in the morning?

"How's the EAD getting in touch?" They are required to monitor the development of the new villa. " he asked as he sat in the car and read the papers.

"Yes." "Director Wu will be returning home in two days and will meet with the CEO after the mid-autumn meeting."

"Well, you set the time." Li Qian nodded and thought of something else as he asked indifferently, "Didn't the company prepare a party for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Yes, every department of the party will produce a show, and the PR Department has specially invited quite a few celebrities to the platform." Everyone had been busy for a long time, so they also went to have fun together. Is the president going to attend as usual? "

"Of course."

Li Qian was like this.

There were many social gatherings and banquets in the upper class. He could push things however he wanted. However, he would always participate in these kinds of gatherings.

It's not necessarily that those programs are very interesting, just because they help to motivate people to work harder.

For several days, he didn't see Li Qian.

The department also had no financial report to deliver directly upstairs.

There was no need to be bothered by everyone to ask about David. Fang Wu was also enjoying her leisure as she did her own things earnestly.

Just as she was packing up her documents to get off work, Ning Shu ran over to support her head, "Fang Wu, it's Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow and the company has a party, you know?"

"Of course I know. Didn't our department release another show?" The supervisor picked a few talented musicians to sing a song together. Like Fang Wu, she was one of those people who were born with five syllables imperfect, so she had never had the chance to sing on such occasions.

"Well, I guess it must be fun!" Ning Shu was still a little girl and loved to be lively. "I can bring a family member with me tomorrow." Bring your little brother over, this little guy is too cute! "I really want to see him again."