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"It's like this, Mr. Lin. At 9:30 this morning, Mr. Xiao received a call from X Hospital in the United States. The other party said that his parents were sent to the hospital due to a car accident, and asked Mr. Xiao to go there quickly. Mr. Xiao asked Mr. Yuan in the United States The boss took care of him nearby, and asked Secretary Ruan to buy the nearest plane ticket and rushed there together. However, as far as I know, President Xiao should have called you immediately, because you didn't answer, so he called you specially The front desk of the hospital where you are located informed you about this. So, did you not receive the news?"

Lin Siran was stunned, Mianmian?Lu Mianmian has been working at the front desk since he first entered the hospital. He always thought that they had a good relationship. This time, why?He didn't dare to think about it.

Seeing that Lin Siran was out of his mind, Secretary Lu didn't say anything, but continued: "Mr. Xiao should still be on the plane now, and we will be able to contact them in a few hours. Don't worry, according to Xiao's In general, if you need anything, I will do everything I can to help you."

"No, it's okay..." Lin Siran waved his hand and refused.At the same time, a ringtone came from the cell phone he was holding tightly in his hand. Lin Siran saw that the caller turned out to be Yuan Yi!

"Lin Siran? I'm sorry just now, I was too busy and didn't notice your call." Yuan Yi's voice was still panting, and he looked very busy.

Lin Siran didn't know if he was causing trouble to him, but the worry in his heart still made him unable to help asking: "It's me, Yuan Yi, are uncle and aunt okay?"

Yuan Yi sighed, "My aunt is out of danger, but my uncle is still in the operating room. I have done everything I can, and now I can only wait for the doctor's news."

Lin Siran felt a pang of sadness in his heart. Although he had never met Xiao Lu's parents, he had heard Xiao Lu talk about them in normal times. He knew how good they were, but now they were wandering between life and death.

Seemingly feeling the emotions on the other end of the phone, Yuan Yi comforted him again in a soft tone: "But you don't have to worry too much, I believe Uncle Xiao can escape from the gate of hell. And in this case, you are Xiao The only way to rely on, so please take care of yourself."

Knowing that Yuan Yi was doing it for his own good, and also made clear his responsibility, Lin Siran barely lifted his spirits.

After seeing Lin Siran answering the phone, Secretary Lu wanted to leave, and hurriedly called people outside the lounge to come in.

The person who came was a middle-aged man with a square face. He looked strong and powerful, and his aura was a little scary. He opened the door and came in when he heard Secretary Lu's call. Standing in front of Lin Siran.

Secretary Lu patted him on the shoulder and said to Lin Siran: "Mr. Lin, this is the bodyguard Mr. Xiao arranged for you. You can call him Mozhu. In fact, he followed you secretly to protect you before, but considering that if you can't be close If you don’t, your safety cannot be guaranteed 100% in some emergencies, so please let Mozhu protect you until Mr. Xiao comes back.”

Although Lin Siran didn't like strangers spending time with him day and night, how could he refuse Xiao Lu's kindness?

Shaking hands with Mao Zhu calmly, Lin Siran stood up and planned to go home, since Xiao Lu was not around, he had to take good care of their home.Before leaving, he asked Secretary Lu about Xiaofan's situation, and he was finally relieved to learn that she was not harmed and Wan Shiliu was kicked out of TD.At that time, the situation was urgent, and it was absolutely impossible for him to beat the two bodyguards according to his own size and strength, so he had to follow the self-defense skills taught by Xiao Lu before and made a subconscious attack. Unexpectedly, it worked unexpectedly, even though he was In order to call someone to rescue Xiaofan, but it can be regarded as abandoning the weak woman and running away alone, he has always been a little guilty, and he was relieved when he learned that Xiaofan was safe and sound.

As for Wan Shiliu's matter, he also heard about it from Secretary Lu. He knew that according to Xiao Lu's situation, there would definitely be no shortage of suitors, but he didn't know that suitors could be so crazy and take pleasure in hurting others.

When he left TD, he deliberately went to the company's front desk and found that the front desk had been replaced, and Xiao Fan went home to rest. He asked the girl at the front desk for Xiao Fan's phone number, and planned to call her when he got home. Call to say thanks.

There were no twists and turns on the way back. He had thought that Wan Shiliu might pester him, but it seemed that TD's job was quite good.

After running around for a while, when I got home, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.Lin Siran was already very tired, physically and mentally overwhelmed, and if he went to the hospital, he would have to face Lu Mianmian, he felt as if he was carrying a layer of shackles, so he simply called Li Sishui ,asked for leave.

Li Si had a very good relationship with Lin Siran when he was level. He knew how dedicated Lin Siran was to his work, and he always only worked overtime and never skipped work.This time, he asked for leave out of the blue, and he couldn't help guessing that something must have happened to the other party. He cared about Lin Siran very much, and asked if he needed help on the phone. After Lin Siran politely refused, he didn't say anything more, just told him Don't stand alone when you have difficulties, this warm attitude really moved Lin Siran a lot.

After finishing a few important things in a hurry, Lin Siran's tense nerves finally eased a little.At this time, he realized that he hadn't had lunch yet, and he had already digested what he ate in the morning, and the strong sense of hunger that surged up now made him a little dazed.

Rubbing his face to wake himself up, Lin Siran opened the refrigerator and began to search for ingredients for lunch.At the same time, in order not to let himself think too much about Xiao Lu, he also chatted with the bodyguard Mao Zhu by the way.But each time the other party's answer was very concise and clear, asking him what he wanted to have with him - one word "water", what he wanted to eat - one word "no", it made him unable to continue with anything.Speechless, Lin Siran had no choice but to end the conversation, took a glass, poured a glass of ice water and put it on the tea table in front of Mozhu.He glanced at Mozhu, and found that he looked very reserved, sitting on the fabric sofa in the living room, his whole body was tense like a bomb was stuffed under his buttocks, Lin Siran told him to relax, but he looked even more nervous.

There was no way, Lin Siran left him and went into the kitchen to make lunch, he was not made of iron, if he wanted to be the pillar of Xiao Lu, first of all he couldn't fall down at will.

The half-cut tomato on the cutting board was left in the air for too long, and the skin became wrinkled. Xiao Lu cut the tomato too hard, which caused the red juice in the tomato pulp to be squeezed and flowed away, not only dyed The cutting board was red, and it fell down tick-tock, staining the clean white tiles in the kitchen.

Lin Siran loves cleanliness the most. Seeing the dirt on the ground, he took a rag, wet it, and bent down to wipe it off.There wasn't much tomato juice on the tiles, just a few drops of splashed light red liquid dripping from a high place.

The red was obviously not dazzling, Lin Siran took a closer look, but it made his eyes ache inexplicably.When he stared blankly at it, the red color slowly changed in front of his eyes, becoming deeper and deeper, from light red to bright red, from bright red It turned crimson, and eventually—the color of clotted blood.

This weird change caused Lin Siran's pupils to shrink suddenly, and the hand holding the rag stopped in mid-air just like that, and some messy and distorted picture flashed through his mind quickly: He fell to the ground and died without a word in his eyes. woman, first aid, hospital, mortuary, urn; young man tormented by illness, treatment, laughter, slander, imprisonment, powerless head hanging down; exhausted man in suit and tie, remorse, confusion, indifference , step by step, diary, truth, heartache...

Those pictures are getting more and more complicated, as if they want to pop his head off, it hurts too much, it hurts too much!It was as if someone saw his head with a rusty iron saw forcibly felling, and again and again, the blood was dripping from the saw, and red, white and white objects were flying in all directions, but he still cruelly took a plate of old The videotape was rudely stuffed into his brain!

Lin Siran knelt on the cold ground with both knees in pain, hugging his head and wailing silently: It hurts, it hurts, what are those things, he doesn't want it!He doesn't want it!Mozhu, who was sitting in the living room, noticed the movement in the kitchen, rushed into the kitchen in a few steps and anxiously leaned into his ear, he lowered his head and asked something concerned, but Lin Siran couldn't hear or see clearly, the pain was overwhelming took all his attention.

1 minutes, 2 minutes, 3 minutes...

Just a few minutes is as long as a lifetime, Lin Siran can't see what the end of the pain is, he doesn't know when the pain will end, unknown fear is forcing him, strange emotions control him, hatred, grievance, The love that penetrated to the marrow, the despair that pierced the bottom of his heart, he couldn't bear it anymore, he let out a dying cry like a swan that was strangled by the neck: "Go away! Go away! I don't want anything! I don't want to know anything !!"

The influx of images stopped strangely, as if a man with a saw really heard his heart-piercing cry.

In the dark, he seemed to hear someone sighed, and then the pain disappeared, and the fragments that filled his mind also receded like tides, leaving nothing on the beach of memory.

It seems that everything is an illusion, everything is conjecture.

Only the parties themselves know what is true and what is false.

The author has something to say: the clicks are getting less and less, and the stupid author is flustered and crying every time he updates, always worried that the little angels will abandon me.

Will the little angels who are still left leave a message, or poke the name of the stupid author, and bookmark the column of the stupid author?

look!The stupid author who lay down on the ground and let himself be molested! →_(:з」∠)_