C17 Cataclysm

The HR held Wei Nuanyang's arm tightly to his chest with tears flowing out of his eyes. He tried his best to support Wei Nuanyang while whispering humbly.

Wei Nuanyang quickly raised his arm and pulled away from her. He comforted her awkwardly, "It's really alright now. It will be fine in a moment."

"Let's go to the hospital. What if it's a concussion?"

Wei Nuanyang looked away and smiled bitterly. He dared to guarantee that it wasn't just an accident. It was definitely a concussion, because even he felt that his vision was blurry. From this, it could be seen just how tragic his fall was.

"Beauty, don't worry. I definitely won't blame you."

Wei Nuanyang was too lazy to explain to the woman. He just wanted to sit on his chair slowly, and looking at the HR, he couldn't blame the other party. Just by thinking about it, he knew it was related to Yuezheng Du.

He bent over, one hand holding his head while the other held onto the door. Slowly, he moved the turtle onto the chair. Just as he sat down, he felt the world spinning around him. His head was hurting again. Wei Nuanyang's face was deathly pale and a line of cold sweat ran down his temples.

The droplets of water on his face looked as if he was about to die, with his face that was pale from the pain. Yuezheng Du had heard the words at the door, but he didn't want to care about it. Now that he saw him like this, he couldn't sit still anymore.

"He walked up to Wei Nuanyang and bent down to take a closer look." Do you need to go to the hospital? "

The low, cold voice slowly entered, causing Wei Nuanyang to blush. Without caring about his headache, he blinked his eyes, pretended to be pitiful and nodded his head in a very wronged manner.

Yuezheng Du's eyes moved slightly. He took out a tissue from the tissue box on his desk and placed it in Wei Nuanyang's hand. Then he took out his phone, called an ambulance in front of Wei Nuanyang and informed Yan Ming.

Wei Nuanyang gaped at Yuezheng Du's godly operation. It seemed like the other party didn't want to carry him or carry him to the hospital? Was he that unattractive? Clearly, the HR was blaming himself so much that he was about to cry. Why is it that the trick on Yuezheng Du is so difficult!?

No matter what, Yuezheng Du did care about him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called an ambulance.

Relying on this little bit of conviction, Wei Nuanyang was carried into the ambulance by Yan Ming. He didn't struggle at all when he was sent to the hospital, and his heart had already turned cold. He was no longer surprised.

After several hours of registration, payment, and inspection, Wei Nuanyang Sheng was finally released from the hospital. Other than his hair being cut off and a piece of gauze, there was no other difference.

Wei Nuanyang twitched his nose and kept his head down. He didn't even look at Yan Ming, who was beside him. He really wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

"What's wrong? "Do you still have a headache?" Yan Ming pulled Wei Nuanyang and asked. His long fingers carefully touched the gauze on the back of Wei Nuanyang's head. The faint red blood stains on it made his heart ache.

Wei Nuanyang sighed silently. Right now, it wasn't his head that was hurting, but his heart. He didn't know how long it would take for his hair to grow back, it was like a dog eating it, it was as ugly as it could get.

"How old are you? Sigh, I'll be fine after a few days with this minor injury. Your hair will still grow back."

"The doctor said it will be scarred and won't grow out."

"Haha."

The overly plaintive tone made Yan Ming laugh. He moved his finger down and held Wei Nuanyang's shoulder. He said softly, "I like you no matter what. You are extraordinarily handsome even if you don't have hair."

Wei Nuanyang was slightly shocked and pushed Yan Ming away. He looked around vigilantly and his childish face lost its color.

"Yan Ming, we don't have that kind of relationship."

Yan Ming's hand was still at the height of Wei Nuanyang's shoulder, so he stopped in the air in embarrassment. The sweet atmosphere disappeared without a trace, what remained was only Wei Nuanyang's serious and angry expression.

Yan Ming's face changed a few times, he suppressed the anger in his heart and replied gently: "I forgot. "Forget it, I'll take you home."

"I can do it myself."

Wei Nuanyang also knew that his excessive attitude made Yan Ming feel embarrassed. When he replied, his tone was especially gentler. He waved to the side of the street and called for a taxi.

"Alright then, I won't send you off." "Come to my office tomorrow morning to report. I have something for you to do."

"Where's Yuezheng Du?"

"Him? His ambition is not here … "Let him come with me. It's not good for me to go past him and ask you to do something for me."

Wei Nuanyang got into the taxi, half-stuck his head out and smiled at Yan Ming. "Understood, thank you, Leader."

The "Leader" shout was clear and clean, washing away the anger in Yan Ming's heart. He shook his head with a wry smile. There was nothing he could do about Wei Nuanyang.

"Rest well if you want to thank me. Don't get wet in the bath."

"I'll treat you to a meal one day."

"It's not easy to hear you say that."

Wei Nuanyang chuckled dryly and told the driver to drive. He really should thank Yan Ming. If he didn't meet him, then why would he meet a senior? Although the plot was a bit strange, it was still enough to round up the dream of his puberty.

When he got home, Wei Nuanyang ordered a takeout for dinner. When he was with his mother on video, he didn't dare to tell them about the injury. His head was still stiff at the same angle, and he didn't dare to turn it to the side.

It was easy to shower without washing his hair. However, Wei Nuanyang couldn't bear not to wash his hair, so he went to bed. It took him a long time to get out of the shower.

After cleaning everything up, Wei Nuanyang laid comfortably on the bed and swiped his phone. He didn't dare to touch the pillow, so he just lay on his side like a small lobster. He didn't even bother to put on his pajamas.

Wei Nuanyang had a habit of watching the news, whether it was finance or current affairs, he liked to watch them. As he was reading, a text message popped up. It was an unfamiliar number.

Wei Nuanyang's heart skipped a beat and he immediately sat up. He tapped the message open with his breath and carefully replied with two words: "Who are you?"

Only after he sent out the message did he notice that his hand was covered in sweat. His heart could not control its excitement and his blood pressure was slightly elevated. The reply came quickly. "Ding Ling", Wei Nuanyang clicked open the message and a bucket of cold water hit down on Wei Nuanyang's head. Wei Nuanyang was so angry that he wanted to curse.

This gloomy mood lasted until the next day when he went to work and saw Yuezheng Du.

Wu Tie really wanted to rush up and block Yuezheng Du, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, in the bathroom. He asked him in a delinquent tone: Can't I just send a message to my subordinates to express my condolences? He had hit his head! It's not an arm or a leg, it's a head.

Only the heavens knew how excited he was when he saw the unfamiliar number last night, and how many images of sustainable development he had imagined. However, why was it that he had the talent of an HR!? Not Yuezheng Du!

Yuezheng Du stepped into the office. He didn't know why, but he felt a cold chill drilling into his body from the ground, causing him to shiver. He tilted his head and glanced at the central air-conditioning vent on the roof, but he didn't see anything wrong with it.

"Good morning, manager."