Sweet pet and sweet love: my thousand gold wife

"After we took over Jiang's cooperation, the resources are already surplus, and it would be a waste if we cut it off again."

Shen Shi has signed all those cooperations, but it would be a great waste if Jiang Shi's newly found cooperation is also signed.

Shen Huaichuan listened to her words, smiled coldly, and then said sarcastically: "Do you know why you can't take Shen Yi's position?"

Lily was a little puzzled, but she understood what Shen Huaichuan meant in the next second. .

"don't know?"

"Understood." After working as an assistant for so many years, I still have this ability to respond.

"Then do you know what to do?" Shen Huaichuan said sharply.

"know."

"Close the door." Shen Huaichuan ordered casually.

The moment Lily walked out the door, she let out a breath.

She has been in Shen's for so many years, she can naturally do what Shen Yi can do.

And why Shen Yi was able to press on his head for so many years, of course there is a reason.

As an assistant, just do what the boss ordered, and don't question it. Everything must be done according to the boss's wishes.

Regardless of whether this matter is harmful or not, as long as it is not a matter of violation of laws and disciplines, it must be reproduced intact.

Shen Yi only obeys Shen Huaichuan's orders, and he is very flexible.

Lily hurried to her office, and found out all the companies that Jiang would cooperate with through personnel relations.

Organize the list and distribute all of these to various departments.

After Jiang Heting was hung up by Shen Huaichuan, he has been venting his anger at Jiang's house.

The ground is full of all kinds of porcelain and vases that he knocked to the ground.

He was so reduced to let Shen Huaichuan bully him that it was hard for him to accept it for a while.

"Master, calm down, what should you do if you lose your temper." The housekeeper dissuaded him from the side.

"You immediately contact foreign doctors, and invite anyone who can cure the young master's illness."

Jiang Heting couldn't take care of so much now, so he simply went abroad to hire someone.

Because domestic treatment in this area is the best, so at the beginning, I didn't want to go abroad to find someone.

But now there is no other way, if Shen Huaichuan doesn't give it, he can only find another way.

"Yes, master, I'll do it right away." The butler immediately left the study door.

Jiang Heting stood in a pile of porcelain shards, stroking his up and down chest.

"Master, it's not good. The young master is sick again." The butler had just walked out for a few minutes, and ran back again, still yelling non-stop.

"Hurry up, let the doctor go over and have a look." Jiang Heting heard the news, and couldn't care less about being angry, and rushed to Jiang Wenxuan's room on crutches.

Inside the house, Jiang Wenxuan yelled sadly: "You are all bad guys, let me go, I want to get out."

At both ends of the room, there is a piece of soft cloth tied around Jiang Wenxuan's two wrists, keeping him in the room.

He was rushing forward desperately, trying to break free and rush out of the house.

"Master, calm down, I'll take you out right away." As soon as the doctor arrived, he immediately began to calm Jiang Wenxuan's emotions.

He just left for a while, who would have thought that Jiang Wenxuan fell ill again.

"Get out of the way." Jiang Wenxuan yelled at the doctor unreasonably.

Jiang Heting stood aside, looking at his son's delirious state, tears streaming down his face.

Who would have thought that such a disaster would be caused.

If he had known earlier, he definitely would not have let Jiang Wenxuan go to Shenzhen.

It was time to let those hands go.

For the sake of Jiang Guinong's life, Jiang Wenxuan was also set up.

"Master, don't move, I'll untie the rope for you." The doctor held the pillow and coaxed Jiang Wenxuan.

Others followed suit to appease Jiang Wenxuan's emotions. As the needle got closer and closer, Jiang Wenxuan's gaze shifted to the doctor's hand.

Looking at the needle in the doctor's hand, Jiang Wenxuan showed great curiosity, staring at the needle with burning eyes.

"Master, you're not happy, I'll come over and let you go right away."

The distance between the two is also getting closer.

The doctor found the right position, and suddenly stabbed Jiang Wenxuan's arm.

"Ah, let me go, it hurts so much." Jiang Wenxuan's head shook violently, and his hands followed suit.

The doctor was also pushed out by Jiang Wenxuan's struggle.

The syringe originally held by the doctor was also stuck in Jiang Wenxuan's hand at this time, and it was crumbling.

The next second, under his strong action, the syringe fell to the ground.

Jiang Wenxuan started to go crazy in the room.

The drugs he had been given in the past were just another tranquilizer to calm his tyrannical mood.

It happened that the medicine was exhausted on this day, and I hadn't got it back yet, so I had to replace it with another one.

Who would have thought that such a thing would happen in just a short period of time.

The doctor stood aside tremblingly, not daring to approach Jiang Wenxuan again.

"Why are you standing there, go and pull out the needle." Jiang Heting stomped the cane on the floor.

Seeing the doctor's inaction, he became anxious.

"I'll be there right away." The doctor was also timid.

He was originally just a burn doctor, and he was not engaged in spiritual work.

It is naturally very difficult to deal with such problems, so he approached Jiang Wenxuan at a loss.

His legs trembled a little, because he was afraid that Jiang Wenxuan would inadvertently hurt him.

He lingered in front of Jiang Wenxuan for a long time before taking the syringe back.

In the transparent syringe tube, nearly half of the liquid has not been injected.

Just when he was looking for an opportunity again, another psychiatrist rushed back with medicine.

"Wait a moment."

The doctor appeared in the room panting, and quickly took out another tranquilizer in his hand.

"I'll do it." He approached Jiang Wenxuan with a syringe.

Jiang Wenxuan looked at the syringe in his hand vigilantly, with fear in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'll use this to help you break the rope." The doctor began to coax Jiang Wenxuan with a gentle voice.

Under his lure, Jiang Wenxuan gradually lowered his guard.

The doctor found the right time and quickly finished injecting the liquid in the tube to Jiang Wenxuan.

"All right."

The relieved doctor breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I saw that Jiang Wenxuan's mood gradually stabilized, he leaned half on the side of the bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

The servant stepped forward to move Jiang Wenxuan back to the bed, and soon, the sound of Jiang Wenxuan's even breathing echoed in the room.

"Mr. Jiang, I think I need to talk to you." The professional psychiatrist lowered his voice and spoke to Jiang Heting.

"Go ahead." Jiang Heting looked exhausted.

The affairs of Jiang Wenxuan and the company are about to wear him down.

When the two came outside the house, the doctor hesitated for a few seconds, but decided to tell the truth.