Xiao Li's eyebrows tightened, "Shut up for me!" ”

The more they talked about it, the more irritable he became.

The operation lasted four hours, during which a small nurse kept bringing blood bags in, and the white gloves were stained with bright red blood.

Xiao Li pulled his shirt, and the whole person nested on the bench, looking decadent.

The phone rang, and he pressed it directly to turn it off.

When Fu Luo was pushed out, Xiao Li breathed a sigh of relief.

It was early in the morning, and the sky was starting to turn white.

Xiao left the small hotel next to him to take a shower, and sat next to him all the time looking at Fu Luo, who was unconscious.

When he slept, he was quiet and his face was cold.

Xiao Li didn't know what he was thinking at all, he just stared at the oxygen mask anyway.

His eyes were a little sour, so he closed his eyes and slept softly for a while.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was asleep lying on his side of the bed with his arms on his pillow.

Raising his eyes, Fu Luo hadn't woken up yet.

The doctor said that he would observe for a week to see if he could wake up this week.

The wound was only two centimeters from the heart, and when the doctor missed, he was done with the operation.

Fortunately, under pressure, the bullet casing was finally taken out.

Xiao Li said "um".

When he turned on his phone, he realized that his assistant had made more than fifty calls to him.

He got out of the hospital room and then went back.

The assistant said anxiously: "Xiao Shao, our pp was out of B last night, and the station was attacked, and a lot of red who were broadcasting live were blackened, and I received a lot of complaints today." ”

Xiao Li bit his lip: "Has B been repaired?" ”

"The technician only fixed it this morning when he was at work."

"Are all the technical departments I raise rice buckets? No one on duty at night? How long did a b fix take? Xiao Li's temper was so bad that he kicked on the bench in the hallway.

The assistant held his breath and did not dare to speak.

Xiao Li hung up the phone and went to deal with those things.

Complaints about the garong attack can be settled with nothing more than money.

He spent a lot of money to calm down the matter, and personally apologized in a blog, but fortunately, Yi Zhantong in Kyoto also forwarded it.

As soon as she forwarded it, her wife and slave Qi Xingyan also forwarded it, and then the military official Weibo also liked it, and many political and business bigwigs liked it, and the long nn hit article prepared by the keyboard warrior did not come in handy in the end, and the matter was over.

It's just that one thing is not flat, and the other is rising.

A popular reality show was originally sponsored by Xiao Li's PP, but when the contract expired, it was robbed of sponsorship by a newly launched PP.

Xiao Li knew that this reality show had a strong ability to bring goods, and he was robbed of the project alive, so he angrily held a meeting directly and scolded his subordinates.

Someone whispered: "Xiao Shao, the amount of Yuan's sponsorship is twice as much as ours, and under the interests, it is understandable not to renew the contract with us." ”

Xiao Li frowned: "Yuan's? ”

Is it the ghost of Yuan Zheng again?

"Yes, this is a new PP, there are very few users, and they need variety shows to bring volume."

Xiao Liqi slapped directly: "No matter how much it costs, you must squeeze their ghost thing out of the market!" If Lao Tzu can't kill her, she won't be surnamed Xiao! ”

The lungs are going to be blown up by that disgusting woman!

"The person who made the budget, send me the budget immediately tomorrow!"

Xiao Li finished speaking angrily and shook the door away.

He has been heartbroken for the company's affairs in the past two days.

In the end, I simply drove to the hospital.

Fu Luo woke up, he woke up yesterday.

He hadn't had time to look at it, not so much because he didn't have time, but because he ran away from his feelings.

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