Warm Marriage: CEO’s Unlimit Love

Seeing his expression relaxed a little, she hurriedly said, "The nurse is going to come in for me to check up. You go down first."

Luo Hanshang asked for a long French kiss, and got up with unfinished ideas.

He returned to the sofa and sat down, Ning Jiang shouted at the door: "Miss Nurse, you can come in."

The nurse pushed the door and walked in, not daring to look at Luo Hanshang, and went forward to measure Ning Jiang's blood pressure.

Luo Hanshang said in a cold voice: "Go back and notify your medical staff. Before coming in next time, remember to knock on the door."

The nurse hurriedly said: "Okay, President Luo."

After the nurse left, Ning Jiang said to Luo Han, "This is the hospital, not our room. The medical staff enter the ward to check the patients. There is no need to knock on the door."

Luo Han Shang raised his eyebrows: "I ask them to knock on the door. This is a respect for me."

Ning Jiang is speechless, forget it, anyway, he makes sense in everything he says, so why bother with him.

"It's getting late, so go back and rest soon."

Luo Hanshang gave her a sideways look, got up and walked to the bed to lie down: "Don't go."

With these two words, Ning Jiang couldn't refute.

After getting along for a long time, she found out that he is a one-of-a-kind person, so why bother with him.

She lay down on her side and grinned at him: "Zhuo Yijun, then you will work hard."

Luo Hanshang lay down for a while and said, "From now on, you won't have to follow the Panlong River Bridge project anymore."

Ning Jiang sat up: "Why?"

"Because that kind of place is too dangerous for you to be a woman."

"I am not the only woman there, there are also women in other departments, but there are fewer."

Luo Hanshang's eyes narrowed: "Everyone can be safe, but you are injured."

"I..." Ning Jiang looked down at his ankle: "This can't be regarded as an injury, it's just a little scratched, and...I'm trying to save people. My intention is good."

"I don’t care what you mean, I only know that you don’t even have the ability to protect yourself. That kind of place is not suitable for you. Today is your fate. When you met Jiang Shicheng, he still had a little conscience to save you. It’s a person with no conscience. Today, it’s a question of whether your life is safe or not."

Ning Jiang made a fist, and she couldn't leave the project, otherwise her plan would be completely disrupted.

She stubbornly said: "I must follow this project to the end. This is my dream. I promise you that I will never get hurt again in the future."

Luo Hanshang stared at her face, knowing that she had a purpose with this project, but did not reveal her.

Seeing him not speaking, Ning Jiang became a little anxious. She exhaled, "Luo Hanshang, this is my own choice. I hope you can respect me."

Luo Hanshang turned over and turned his back to her: "Give you three months to hand over your work to someone you can trust. After three months, you must leave and there is no discussion."

Ning Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. Three months is enough: "Okay."

In the dead of night, Luo Nan sat on the balcony, swaying a red wine glass in his hand, looking at the night sky.

There was some doubt in his eyes.

He always felt that since a woman like Ning Jiang could capture the appetite of her second uncle, she must have her own unique means.

But... Today, the femme fatale in his eyes, in order to save people, he didn't hesitate to put his life and death out of the picture.

He had never met a person before, and he could spare his life for others.

Thinking of the things he saw behind her these days, he seemed to suddenly understand why the second uncle was attracted to her.

She is dedicated and serious in her work, has an upright and frank personality, and treats others with peace and warmth.

Such her broke the bad impression grandfather had planted on her in his heart.

Therefore, he was so worried when he saw her injured today, so he rushed forward without hesitation, picked her up and sent it to the hospital.

It must be so.

The next day, Ning Jiang woke up and Uncle Qiu was there.

He was whispering to Luo Hanshang: "This is the chicken soup that the old lady woke up early this morning for you. After a while, the lady woke up, and she was ready to drink. The old lady said that it is very hard for you to stay with you at night, and you must make up Make up."

Luo Hanshang nodded: "Okay, I've written it down, Uncle Qiu, have you eaten it?"

Uncle Qiu smiled at him: "Not yet, I'll go back and serve the old lady and old lady before they finish eating. It's not in a hurry."

"Okay, these days, there is cold air, pay more attention to your body."

"Master, you too."

Ning Jiang wondered, he had never seen Luo Han Shang to be so gentle to anyone.

This Uncle Qiu must be a magical existence.

After Uncle Qiu left, Ning Jiang opened his eyes and Luo Hanshang looked at her: "You woke up in time."

Ning Jiang sat up and smiled at him: "Actually, I just woke up just now. I was terribly disturbing you and Uncle Qi, so I pretended to be asleep."

He calmly said: "Get up and eat, my grandma has not personally cooked for many years."

Ning Jiang sat up and put a ball on top of his head: "Then I am really honored, I want to drink more."

Luo Hanshang glanced at her. Her hair looks good no matter how it is worn. Sure enough, the value of her face determines everything.

Ning Jiang drank a few sips of soup, and asked curiously: "In addition to taking care of his grandparents for many years, Uncle Qiu must have some relatives with the Luo family."

"What do you mean."

"I think that when you talk to Uncle Qiu, your tone of voice is not the same as when you talk to others. It feels like you respect him very much."

Luo Hanshang squinted at her: "You mean, when I talk to others, I don't respect people?"

Just know.

But she thought so in her heart, naturally she couldn't say that.

"That's not true. I just think that you are different to Uncle Qiu from others. You really have no other relationship?"

Luo Hanshang's expression sank a little: "You are curious about too many things, eat your things."

"Isn't this small talk."

"You don't understand the truth that children can understand that they can't eat or sleep?"

Ning Jiangnuzui, who was talking to her while eating before, now he understands the truth?

An overbearing man who only allowed state officials to set fires and did not allow people to light lamps.

Okay, she doesn't speak anymore, let's do it.

After Luo Hanshang had dinner, he arranged two aunts and a senior nursing staff to accompany the bed, and he went to the company first.

The meeting that was not completed yesterday must be processed today.

After Luo Hanshang left, Ning Jiang said that he wanted to go out for a walk, and asked his aunt to push her in a wheelchair.

After she went to the nurse's station to find out about Jiang Shicheng's ward, she came to visit Jiang Shicheng.

Jiang Shicheng lives in a cozy ward with a dozen bunches of flowers. It seems that since yesterday, many people have come to visit him.

He had to lie in a hospital bed because of a waist injury.

Seeing Ning Jiang coming, he turned his face up and closed his eyes: "I'm a little tired. I'm not seeing guests. Go back and rest."

Ning Jiang looked at his attitude towards him, feeling somewhat unbalanced in his heart, but she endured it.

After all, yesterday, at the last moment, he was right to save her.

Ning Jiang said to his aunt: "You go out first. I will stay alone with Jiang Gong for a while."

The aunt turned and left.

Ning Jiang sat in the wheelchair and was silent for a while before saying: "You don't need to be too nervous, I'll come over, just want to see if there is anything wrong with you."

"I am very good." Jiang Shicheng did not open his eyes.

"Uncle Jiang," Ning Jiang looked at him: "Thank you for saving me."

"You saved me first, and we are even."

Ning Jiang smiled: "You don't have to be so eager to get rid of my relationship with me. Don't worry, I won't ruin you because of this and ask you to tell me the secret of the past incident."

Jiang Shicheng opened his eyes and looked at her.

Ning Jiang pursed his lips: "Uncle Jiang, once, my dad told me that he admires you very much. I believe in my dad’s eyes of people and his own eyes. These days, you on the construction site are indeed very general. , Seeing you reminds me of the way my dad is strategizing on the construction site. I always think that the most handsome thing about my dad is wearing that suit and directing everyone on the construction site. In you, I see Here comes my dad."

Jiang Shicheng frowned slightly and said nothing.

She looked out the window, "Uncle Jiang, when my father committed suicide, he told me, let me believe him, he is innocent, I believe him, and I believe it, I really want to ask you, do you believe my father? ."

She retracted her gaze and fell on Jiang Shicheng again.

Jiang Shicheng was silent for a moment: "I believe that every designer will not be willing to see such a result."

"I want to ask, do you believe in what my father is."

Jiang Shicheng condensed his eyebrows, "Ning Jiang, your father is gone, what's the point of you being immersed in the right and wrong of the past? Can your father come back to life? Why don't you let go of the past and live your life well, you are still young , Do you want to lose your future for a bridge that has collapsed? Your mother has already started again. Why are you so persistent? I hope you let it go. This is for your good."

Ning Jiang looked at him and heard him say this, and he knew that he must know something.

She sighed, stood up, turned the wheelchair by herself, and limped in the direction of the door.

Jiang Shicheng looked at her and didn't know what he said, did she listen to it.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped: "Uncle Jiang, a daughter who knows that her father has done nothing wrong, but listens to people all over the world accusing him, how can this daughter be indifferent?"

She looked down and shook the handle of the wheelchair: "I... saw my dad... jump off the bridge with my own eyes. I can't catch him. I can't do anything. I blame myself. I keep asking myself why I am not a strong daughter, a daughter strong enough to protect her father.

When my father was alive, I failed to be his pride. When my father wanted to die, I failed to be a life-saving straw in his life. Now, my father is gone. If I can’t do anything for him, then even if I live, what is the difference between being dead? "