Chapter 890: : Dear Mr. V (2)

One month later-
In the intensive care unit, more people can gradually enter to visit. Zuo Hancheng is holding a bottle in one hand, and slowly sliding the other hand on the laptop placed on the hospital bed.
This is what Mr. Arel saw when he walked in.
"It seems that your recovery this month is indeed very good, and even the doctor is amazed at your cooperation and the extent of your recovery."
The cold voice caught the frost brought in from outside, and fell into the ears of the person on the hospital bed, but did not make any traces of waves on his pale handsome appearance.
Until Zuo Hancheng looked away from the computer screen and fell on Mr. Arel who had just walked into it.
Mr. Arel snorted: "I heard D telling you a week ago that you can sit up recently, but it was really true. Vllen, your vitality is truly amazing."
"There are still too many responsibilities to be fulfilled, and there are people waiting for me. If I really let go, I am afraid Mr. Arel will be the first to dig me out of the grave."
Zuo Hancheng's voice was low, because the throat that had been injured by the smoke during the explosion had not recovered at the moment, and he was a little weak, his voice was very soft, but it sounded very clear in the quiet ward.
Mr. Arel walked to the bed and looked at him up and down a few times: "The grave? My daughter has not seen your grave until now. In the big explosion, everyone except you was dead. There is no existence, and it is their good fortune to sleep in the grave, not to mention that you can still come back with a life."
Zuo Hancheng faintly went to Chun, under the light-colored hospital gown, the injuries on his neck and shoulders were clearly visible.
Although his condition had healed a long time ago, Mr. Arel found the best trauma department and related doctors to treat these scars on his body, so some skin and wounds on his body were still dressing and dressing changed every day.
Mr. Arel didn't want to return to her with so much scars and scars as the gift he gave to his daughter for the first time.
Even if some scars are indelible after all, they should at least be reduced and then reduced. It is not ugly to have a few injuries on a man, but after all, Zuo Hancheng is a gift he wants to give to his daughter. Copies.
Fortunately, Zuo Hancheng was in a car at the time, and the burns were not very serious, but the parts and gunshot wounds were the most serious. Fortunately, Zuo Hancheng’s face was exposed to something that flew from the explosion beside his chin. In addition to an inconspicuous blood stain left by the hit, this face was pale and bloodless only because of long-term intense treatment, but it did not affect his as always Qingjun.
Zuo Hancheng, who has long been regarded as a great gift by Mr. Arel, did not pay attention to what he said at the bedside. Arel also knew Zuo Hancheng’s attitude towards himself. This young man was in front of him ten years ago. Unlike others, he has never been so humble and fearful. Even this young man will always face everything in the black-hand-party with an extremely equal attitude.
If it wasn't because Zuo Hancheng was really good at life, I'm afraid he would not give him a chance to leave.
But in a blink of an eye this young man became his son-in-law...
Mr. Arel has been standing next to the hospital bed with a somewhat unpredictable attitude. Zuo Hancheng glanced at him again: "As far as I know, Mr. Arel has not been able to set up the Ping An house so far, but you still have the leisure to visit me here. , Should I be grateful for Mr. Arel's attention, or should I laugh at your emotional failure behind the decades-old mastermind?"
Mr. Arel looked at him coldly: "I have just been out of danger for a month, and now I want to die?"
Zuo Hancheng sighed and smiled loosely, somewhat noncommittal.
"No matter how important a home is, it is no more important than my daughter." Mr. Arel's face was serious and serious: "I just want to wait for your kid to recover almost, I wish I would put you in a box, wrap a ribbon, and send it back to my daughter. In front of me, maybe she can still give me a smile instead of looking at a stranger."
Zuo Hancheng's gaze was light, and he glanced at him.
"My daughter is waiting for you." Looking at Zuo Hancheng's indifferent expression, Mr. Arel said coldly: "Vllen, you should know that she is going to give birth in a few months."
"I know." Zuo Hancheng's voice sounded extremely weak, but his eyes were on the computer on the hospital bed.
What the email shows is the last email Anhao sent him a month ago.
It was a photo, and Anhao made a V-shaped gesture to the screen under the light of Liu Jingyuan's home, with a smile on his face and his eyes full of smiles.
At least the smile she wanted him to see when she took the photo.
In the past month, those more than 100 emails are what Zuo Hancheng must read every day when he wakes up. Even if she sent the last photo a month ago, she never emailed him again, even if there were more than 100 emails. He had read it countless times, but every day he turned on the computer and looked at those emails, which was also Zuo Hancheng's daily mental food on this hospital bed.
Until Mr. Arel left, Zuo Hancheng casually clicked on the computer screen and opened an email.
Like every one, the first few words are "Dear Mr. V".
Zuo Hancheng smiled, his eyes soft.

"General Manager An, the attitude of the board of directors today is not directed at you. They have just been dissatisfied with the company's development and this year's performance rise. This is closely related to the work of the subordinate departments. They are not directed at you."
On the top of the Shengling Group, Anhao walked out of the elevator wearing a loose but professional-looking clothes. The secretary followed her and was constantly talking about the small situation in the meeting just now.
Anhao walked out of the elevator and saw Lin Qing. Lin Qing came over. Knowing what had happened in the conference room just now, he winked at the secretary behind Anhao and told her to go back to the office first, and then Lin Qing left. Beside Anhao, he said, "What? I was hit again?"
An Hao chuckles: "I'm used to it. I am a newcomer in business management. I suddenly agreed to come to the company formally a month ago. This is equivalent to going directly from the novice training camp to the international competition venue. There will be too much hope for me. Besides, the board of directors and senior executives are secretly speculating that I have murdered my husband and robbed the company’s property. Therefore, every meeting will attack me with cold words and implicit doubts. I have long been used to it. "
Seeing that Anhao was so dismissive, Lin Qing also knew that Anhao looked very open now. At the same time, they glanced at her belly: "They saw you come to the company with such a big belly. In fact, they all understand that you are still pregnant with Zuo's child. Who dares to speculate? Yue’s performance is really very good. You can ignore the questions of those executives and directors and let Mo Bai settle it."