Rong Jincheng was eating the food he had just delivered while listening to the phone: "I understand, send me my email."

"Sir Rong, can you take half an hour to hold a video conference?"

"Do you know what time it is now?" Rong Jincheng was about to get angry.

"It's almost... it's half past ten." Feng Li shrugged helplessly. He couldn't blame him. He didn't want to be still working so late. "Mr. Rong, let's hold on for a few more days and finish the work on Qiao's side. It's good."

"I'm not available tonight."

"Oh, then forget it, I'll go to a meeting by myself?"

"Okay, you can drive it yourself. Just call me if you have any questions."

Feng Li became more and more helpless, but he followed the young master for several years and knew his virtues and was proficient in eating, drinking, and having fun. He only didn't like being restricted, especially not working.

I didn't like to study much back then, but I had a good brain and didn't study much, so I got the first place in Stanford Business School.

Letting him work overtime is definitely the same as killing him.

"Mr. Rong, it's raining tonight, and I'm still playing outside?" Feng Li asked.

"In your eyes, I can only play with you?"

Feng Li's mouth twitched: "..."

Can't afford to offend.

Feng Li took the initiative to hang up the phone and stopped talking.

"I dare to hang up my phone, I'm tired of working." Rong Jincheng snorted coldly, threw off his cell phone, and continued to lower his head to eat.

The food in the hospital cafeteria was not delicious, but he was hungry and ate with relish and didn't choose.

In fact, he is not a particularly picky person. He had social assistance activities when he went to college. He had carried his luggage, went to the mountains, and ate vegetables and rice. Anyway, he did not grow up in a honeypot since he was a child, so he suffered a lot.

Soon, Feng Li sent him several emails in a row, and his cell phone kept ringing "dingdong" and "dingdong".

With one email after another, Rong Jincheng was so angry that he almost didn't want to eat.

Just reading it all may take several hours.

Damn, I'm so tired to be a president, I'd known I wouldn't have been right.

Rong Jincheng hurriedly took a few more mouthfuls of rice, holding chopsticks in one hand and a cell phone in the other.

He was in the compartment, and Han Yurou slept on the hospital bed outside.

Time goes by little by little, and the rain is still falling.

Because he was too tired and sleepy, Rong Jincheng made a cup of coffee after the meal.

For a moment, the ward was quiet.

Han Yurou was lying on the bed, not asleep, but just closed her eyes and thought randomly.

The most I think about is probably the carefree life of previous years. Unfortunately, it is already a passing cloud and there is not much meaning to think about it.

An hour later, the nurse came to check the room again, and she helped Han Yurou remove the syringe.

If the needle tube is removed, Han Yurou can move her hands.

She glanced at Rong Jincheng standing by the bedside, held her forehead and said lightly: "What are you still doing here?"

"I'm happy to be wherever I want."

"Oh." Han Yurou ignored him and reached out to get the medicine on the table.

Rong Jincheng hurriedly stepped forward and held her hand: "Will you ask me to take it? Or do you think I can't see it in front of you?"

Han Yurou was not polite: "I didn't treat you as a human being."

"Damn." Rong Jincheng almost gritted his teeth, and hated him so much that he felt annoyed, "If you dare to say this again next time, I will kill you."

"I didn't treat you as a human being."

"..." Rong Jincheng rolled his eyes in anger.
Chapter completed!