Super resource tycoon

Wu Xiaobo and Zengzheng were almost the front and rear feet.

"Zhou Director, we are always in your jurisdiction, you have died by two gangsters, even the most basic personal safety will not guarantee, let us pay the taxpayer how to operate the company!"

"Our group pays more than 100 billion to the district, and these money are all!"

"This matter doesn't give us a satisfactory answer, we will retain the right to appeal ..."

Wu Xiaobo is very fit, and it will not give a medullary face at all, it is a few cars.

It is exactly the party as a loss of life.

Although the time of Junheng Group was not long, it is a well-deserved first taxle in the jurisdiction.

Wu Xiaobo has such a discovery.

A small company that has changed power, I really didn't dare to call the deputy director of him like this.

I heard Wu Xiaobo's headache after complaining, I felt that he worked hard, and it was strong than Wu Jun.

"Wu Law, this situation attaches great importance to the establishment of a task force overnight, and after the case, we will definitely respond to your company a complete reply." Zengzheng's stupidity is accompanying a smile.

Wu Xiaobo said with a cold saying: "If the director has any words, I will tell me, this matter I am responsible, our Wu has been frightened, you need to rest, you can't disturb our Wu."

Weekly sentenced Wu Jun, next to the look, okay, you said that it was frightened ...

Hou Ting still didn't come out in the operating room. Her mouth is willing to get it for a while, and the injury is not a great thing.

Everything has to wait for Ting to wake up to continue.

After the week of punishment and several policemen asked several Hou Ting's situation, I stayed in the door of the operating room, leaving a contact information and Wu Xiaobo left.

It is about a little bit in the morning.

The door of the operating room finally opened.

Several doctors wearing ink green surgical efforts came out from the inside.

Wu Jun hurried forward, and his face was concerned: "How about doctic, how about surgery?"

"Are you the family of the injured?" The doctor of the main knife saw Wu Jun and others.

I did a surgery, how can people outside outside?

What about the big man before?

Wu Jun nodded and said: "Yes, we are a family, before the good people, already gone."

"Oh, the surgery is very successful, is doing the end, I will come out later, I have been waiting for anesthesia, she will wake up, it is estimated that they are about to every morning." The doctor is tired, and it is too lazy, good people. Also, the family members of the patient are also related to him.

"Thank you, thank you, I have worked hard." I heard the surgery was very successful, Wu Jun Xinli lonely.

When Hou Ting sent so many blood, the injured part was the head, he is really worried that Hou Ting has a good time, and he can't explain her family.

"When she woke up, drink some water, don't eat in eight hours ..." The doctor explained Wu Jun several sentences, and a group of people left.

After the doctor left, it took about ten minutes. Several medical staff pushed Hou Ting.

When I saw Hou Ting's head wrapped with gauze, I had disappeared, Wu Jun's heart was tight, and I was self-blaming in my heart.

Hair is the second face of a woman, and women have always pair of hair, and a bright hair is best to convey their own beauty and charm.

For a woman who loves beauty, it is equivalent to the disfigured hair.

Hou Ting's wound is in the head, cutting away the hair is normal, Wu Jun only worried about her safety, but I ignored this.

"Are you a family? Is there a homitor? That ward?" The question of a medical staff interrupted Wu Jun's thoughts.

"Hey ..." Wu Jun looked at it, the doctor in the emergency room did not swear by him, but he forgot.

"You shouldn't be ..." The medical staff saw Wu Jun's expression after a surprise.

Angel is in front: "Our ward is 801 on the 8th floor."

"801 ..."

After listening to Angel reported the ward number, his face also exposed a surprised expression.

801 is the most expensive VIP special ward of this hospital, and the cost of one day is better.

"Thank you An Qier." Wu Jun, Angel, grateful.

An Qiner shook his head and said: "I owe her a big thing, I don't have enough things for her."

After Wu Jun heard Angel's words, he stunned, slightly lost god.

To say that the loss is, it is also owed by Hou Ting ... I owe her a life.

The medical staff helped Hou Ting to push Hou Ting at half past morning.

Wu Jun summoned two farmers to make a dart guard at the door.

An Qier and the farmer's grandchildren are relieved.

After the arrival of the world, there were only Wu Jun and Hou Ting in the bed.

Wu Jun moved his stool to sit in front of the bed, and he looked at the bed of the bed is very complicated.

Gentle in gentleness and distressed.

At this moment, although Hou Ting was slightly smashed because he lost his blood, his face was pale, and his hair was shaved.

But in Wu Jun, she is beautiful than ever.

Three o'clock in the middle of the night, Wu Jun did not sleep, directly climbed on the edge and fell asleep.

The next morning.

Hou Ting in the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes, and it was a handsome face with a sunshine smile.

Wu Jun? How will he here?

Do you have to dream?

Hou Ting recognized Wu Jun at a glance, but it didn't feel very real, like dreaming.

Then, the fragment before coma is beginning to build in her mind last night.

Hou Ting's appearance looks like sleeping, and the look is awake, and the eyes began to become incomparable.

Last night, the birthday dinner, Wu Jun sent her bouquet and big cake, and the two gangsters were difficult.

Everything experienced last night, was flashing in Hou Ting, like a slide.

Hou Ting was like a nightmare, and his body was shaking. Two tears came out of his eyes.

"Ting sister, you wake up! How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable."

"Ting sister?"

"It's me, Wu Jun."

Wu Jun saw Hou Ting's response and scared a jump, and he was nervously swayed in front of her, and she continued to shout her name.

It was called by Wu Jun, Hou Ting is like being woke up from sleep, and the confidence is awake.

"I am not doing a dream? Is it really you? Wu Jun? We are not dead?" Hou Ting's mouth is open, sending a hoarse voice.

Wu Jun saw that Hou Ting recovered some normal, he was reluctant to say: "It is my Ting, not dreaming, we are dead, I will not let anyone hurt you later."