Chapter Seventy-One: A Lot of Journalists
In the hospital, it was still the same as usual, and Ming Yichen was still lying quietly, I don't know if he could know my hardships and grievances. If it weren't for him, I don't think I would have lasted so long. I come to him every day about things in the company, whether it's good or bad. Sometimes I also think selfishly, if you love me, then why didn't you jump up and beat them up when I told me so many things about them bullying me?
I would also secretly think that if he could hear me, I would talk more bad things, maybe it would really wake him up. But it seems that he also knows that there are some things that I lied to him, so he has not been willing to wake up.
The separate hospital room was filled with the strong smell of potions. It used to be one of the most unbearable flavors for me, but now I seem to get used to it. Lifting the burden that barely stretches on your shoulders every day is like returning home. I wish Shen Yichen could bully me like before, but he is like a wooden man, not moving or talking.
Wen Wenyu helped me take the water and withdrew. She knew that the first thing I had to do when I saw Ming Yichen was to help him wipe his body, so she also went out to avoid it every time she caught the water. I like smart people like that, especially when I'm almost exhausted, and I really don't have the heart to care about the little things.
When I first started wiping his body, I always thought of when she pounced on herself. But gradually, I became numb, looking at the gradually thin body, in addition to sadness, the rest is still sad.
Every day, when I wipe Ming Yichen's body, no one will disturb me, even if a doctor comes over, if it is not a particularly urgent matter, it will be blocked by Wen Wenyu. I had just taken off my clothes today when there was a knock on the door.
"What's going on?" I was a little displeased, and I didn't open the door when I walked to the door and asked.
"Mr. Qiao, can you come out and say?"
It's a warm voice.
Although I am displeased, I also know in my heart that Wen Wenyu is not the kind of person who is not sensible. turned around and covered Ming Yichen, who had taken off half of his clothes, with a blanket, before walking out.
As soon as I went out, I saw a warm and urgent doorway.
"What's wrong? Fire the ass, or what? Look at you in a hurry. β
In fact, I may not have been able to meet the warmth of the people in the past, but after experiencing so much, not to mention that I have practiced until Mount Tai collapsed in front of me and my face did not change, there is almost nothing that can make me anxious.
"Mr. Qiao, there are a lot of reporters outside the hospital, all asking to see you. I'm afraid they'll break in, what do you think? "Wen Wenyu is actually not unexperienced this kind of thing, but it happened suddenly and these reporters really have their own strange tricks, for the sake of a report, no one knows what shocking things they will do in the next second.
"It's not like you've never encountered this kind of thing, what are you doing with such a fuss!" I glanced at Wen Wenyu, who was a little aggrieved, and added: "You call the dean and ask the hospital security to help people watch the entrances and exits." Don't let the reporters get in and talk about the rest later. β
"Okayββ, what about the reporters outside?"
Wen Wenyu looked at me and wanted to ask for a solution immediately, but I still want to care about these things now.
"Deal with what you want, they let them wait if they are willing to wait. Tell the director that if a journalist gets in, I'll withdraw my sponsorship of the hospital. β
After saying that, I went back, although my heart was angry, I still felt that it was really easy to do things with money. But why are there so many journalists all of a sudden? Could it be that they already know that they are letting go of the company? If that's the case, then who let out the rumors? You must know that every time the company changes people, it will cause some unnecessary trouble, first of all, the nonsense and various conjectures of reporters. Then there was the volatility of the stock market, and the people within the company were unstable. But these things, now that she has let go, she doesn't want to care about them now.
She wanted to see what these people could make this company look like!
After wiping his body for Ming Yichen, he called Wen Wenyu to come in and pour water. I also rested on him for a while, and by the way, I put Ming Yichen's hand on my stomach to let him feel the existence of my son.
"Mr. Qiao, do you want to go home today?"
Wen Wenyu seemed to be a little afraid of the reporters at the door.
"Come back, it's for the reporters who are waiting outside, and we have to go home today. It's just that you can say hello to the hospital's security system for a while, and send a few security personnel to maintain order. β
I touched my stomach and said, now I have to think about my son in my belly if nothing else.
"Okay, Mr. Qiao." Wen Wenyu said that he was about to go out on the phone.
"Waitβ" I suddenly remembered something, stopped her and said, "You're going to accidentally reveal how I left the company in a moment." β
Wen Wenyu was stunned for a moment, then understood what I meant, nodded and left.
It seems that even if I let go of the company, they don't want to let me go. The trouble is only going to get bigger, but I don't mind. Because I know how to give them back the trouble, and if I don't get better, I will make trouble for themselves.
I tidied up my clothes and tidied up myself. To be honest, I don't want to be too ugly in front of a reporter's camera. After all, in today's society, a good-looking woman is pitiful if she is bullied, and an ugly woman deserves to be bullied, and I don't want to be the latter.
There was already a security guard waiting outside the room, and their security captain had arrived.
"Mr. Qiao, please!"
I feel as solemn and confident as I am going to a big conference.
As soon as I appeared at the entrance of the hospital, I heard the constant shouting of reporters. Even though I've been in the ward for more than three hours, they're still haunted. For their willpower, I really have to admire myself. I now know why my family didn't agree to me becoming a journalist in the first place, because it turned out to be more difficult than I thought.
There were already more than twenty security guards at the door to maintain order, and although I was still some distance away from them, maybe still a little away, they didn't skimp on the film, and the flash kept flashing.
I stood on the steps at the entrance of the hospital and stopped, looking condescendingly at the bustling crowd. Although I am very unhappy in my heart, I still have to smile on the surface, and I want to smile beautifully.
I nodded to Wen Wenyu and signaled that we could begin.
Wen Wenyu smiled and took a step forward, and said in a raised voice: "Everyone be quiet, everyone knows that Mr. Qiao is pregnant." It's inconvenient for her to stand outside for too long, so if you have anything you want to ask, just hurry up and ask. β
Every time Wen Wenyu shouted this sentence, it was time for the reporters to raise their voices. After all, there are too many people, and if you ask them one by one, you will probably have to ask next year. That's why it's a voice that I can hear and answer whomever I can. Of course, it is good to stand in front at this time, but everyone wants to stand in front, so they squeeze and quarrel again. Of course, even if you are loud and ask too tricky questions, I will automatically block them and pretend that you don't hear them at all.
Most of what I hear is asking about children, except that children are the company's business. In fact, in my case, that's all the reporter can ask.
I pressed my hands down to signal silence. Sure enough, the entrance of the hospital, which was originally like a vegetable market, suddenly quieted down. I tried my best to smile and said, "I know that everyone cares about me and the baby in my belly." I would like to thank you for your concern, although the father of the child is unconscious inside, I will definitely protect the child well, let him accompany me and wait for his father to wake up. β
I said with tears in my eyes, sometimes I have to admire my acting skills, but it is more sad.
"I'm no longer taking over the company, I just want to be with Ming Yichen and my children. If you want to ask anything about the company, you can ask the new person in charge of the company, Mr. Mingtianqin. β
Wen Wenyu handed over the planting tendon very cooperatively, and I have always been satisfied with this helper.
As soon as I finished speaking, there was an uproar below. Apparently they got the news that I was leaving, but they weren't sure yet. Now listening to my own admit, it can't help but cause quite a stir.
Those reporters immediately pointed to the changes in the company's management, but as I just said, these questions are to be asked by Shen Tianqin, so I just kept silent.
Wen Wenyu lost no time in saying: "Everyone is quiet, our President Qiao has just said, everyone about the company should ask Ming Tianqin, Mr. Ming." After all, it is Shen Yichen, and the company founded by the general manager of the Ming family is now taken back by the people of the Hades family, which is also reasonable. β
I couldn't help but nod my head secretly, this ball is simply a great kick. Sure enough, he and Wen Wenyu are still the best partners, although this ball will have some negative impact on the company. But to be able to let Shentian Qin and his mother drink a pot can be regarded as a breath of relief.
Let them know that they are no longer the little sheep who were easy to bully before, and they can bully when they want to. Even if Ming Yichen is in a coma, return me! Some things are not so easy to grab, even if they are snatched, it is a hot potato, whether they can hold it or not, and whether they can hold it safely depends on their ability.
But I don't mind adding a fire from time to time to make this potato even hotter.
"Mr. Qiao, since the company has been handed over, do you still plan to marry Ming Yichen? What are you going to do with this child? β
I don't know who it is, shouting such a loud voice. All of them can hear clearly, and of course I'm not deaf and can hear clearly.
I was secretly happy in my heart, and sure enough, God helped me! It's just that although this question is easy to answer, the attitude is not easy to grasp. It's too sensational, and it will inevitably be said to be contrived. It's too serious, and it will be said to be emotionless.
I gave the warmth next to me a look, touched my stomach and said to the reporter: "Now this child is the last thing that Ming Yichen left me, no matter what, I will give birth to him and raise him as an adult!" Regardless of whether Ying Yichen can wake up or not, will the Ying family recognize him!
There is another point I want to affirm again, no matter what, I want to marry Ming Yichen. Give me a home for myself and a home for this child. Even if his dad never wakes up, at least he has a dad just like the rest of the kids! β