Cheng Weiwei's beautiful eyes were covered with a little bloodshot, and her eyes were staring at the door of the ICU ward for a moment. I haven't slept well for a few days, Cheng Weiwei's palm-sized fair little face is full of haggardness, and the hands in the sleeves of the woolen coat are clenched into fists because of nervousness.

My father was hospitalized with a cerebral infarction by a creditor, and he has not woken up for five days, and the doctor said that his condition is very bad.

With the high cost of hospitalization and 30 million company debts, how can she raise it?

Outside the hospital, fireworks burst into the air from time to time, and it was almost the New Year.

"Vivi, there is someone, have you forgotten?" Stepmother Han Meizhen walked up to her and sat down and said softly.

Cheng Weiwei turned her head, her long, curly eyelashes blinking slightly, "What?" ”

"Luo Qihui, your fiancé, the young owner of the Brilliant Group, has a net worth of billions. If you look for him, he won't die without help. 30 million is just a drop in the bucket for him. ”

Cheng Weiwei didn't think of Luo Qihui, that person......

It was when she was sixteen years old, her mother set her a family affair, thinking of what happened to Luo Qihui five days ago, she frowned, pursed her lips, and did not speak.

"The phone is ringing, answer the phone quickly, the phone is ringing......" The mobile phone rang at an inopportune time, Cheng Weiwei took it out of her coat pocket and looked at it, sighed and turned it off.

Again, the creditor.

When her father entered the ward, the creditors urged her to come here, and more than 20 creditors stared at her, and they were in a position where they could not collect their debts a long time ago.

Han Meizhen glanced at her mobile phone and stomped her foot, "Weiwei, this is Chen Bangguo's phone, right?" Ah, Jiaqi and Jiawei have to ask him to enter Stanford University, if he doesn't repay his debts, ...... won't be much, so he owes him more than 5 million, so I want to pay it back......"

"Aunt Zhen is guarding Dad, I'll come when I go." Cheng Weiwei glanced at the door of the ICU ward, pursed her lips, stood up and turned around and left, her steps hurried.

……

Cheng Weiwei asked the coachman Lao Lu to take a shortcut and drove home, she took off her high-necked woolen sweater and changed into a black tight ultra-short skirt with low-cut thin shoulder straps.

This dress was given to her by Han Meizhen on her 20th birthday last year, and she didn't wear it because she thought it was too revealing and too short.

She wanted to see Luo Qihui and had to take it out and put it on.

Blowing waist-length straight hair, sprinkling perfume behind her ears, and smearing this year's popular lipstick, Cheng Weiwei only put on a coat, stepped on stiletto heels, and ordered Lao Lu to drive out again and hurried to the Imperial Tower.

The Imperial Mansion is the property of the Locke family and is a famous five-star hotel in Cloud City.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and at noon, Luo Qihui's secretary Anna sent her a message saying that Luo Qihui would have a party on the top floor of the Imperial Mansion and invited her to attend.

Her father's fate in the ICU ward was uncertain, and she refused.

Can ...... now

The car stopped in front of the Imperial Tower, and Lao Lu unlocked the door, "Miss, it's here." ”

Cheng Weiwei got out of the car, and a cold wind blew wantonly, making her shiver with cold, "Uncle Lu go back first, Qihui will send me back." ”

She tightened her coat and ran briskly into the resplendent Imperial Tower.

Luo Qihui often holds private parties on the top 39th floor, and the waiter standing at the door sees her coming and immediately opens the door.

The sound of cheerful and lively music sounded in the room, more than a dozen men and women were dango, and Luo Qihui's female secretary, Anna, was the most shining one in the group.

Anna, with long maroon wavy hair, has a hot figure, slender legs, and wears a slim dance dress with nude glitter, thin shoulder straps, and a very short lower skirt, barely covering her hips.

Luo Qihui, who was wearing a delicate ink-colored shirt, was lying on the leather sand, holding a wine glass in one hand and the back of his head in the other, half-squinting, staring at Anna comfortably.