Best Ex-wife: President, Don’t Count on Me

As if there was an electrocardiogram, Emperor Jue suddenly looked up and looked out of the glass window.

Wenmin just walked along the long corridor, with a graceful figure and a straight back.

She came back to work so soon?

The golden pen in Emperor Hao's hand was clenched tightly, and his black eyes glanced over the distressed.

He is a man who wants to use his hard work to drive away the pain in his heart, so why don't he understand the warmth of his heart? However, the strength of warmth is not as fragile as an ordinary girl, at least she will not be so bad!

Emperor Juehao looked at the warm back infatuatedly, and the deep emotions under his eyes were incomprehensible.

Soon, Warm walked to the design room opposite, and sat down in front of her own design stand. The transparent window glass reflected her beautiful face.

At first, just to satisfy his "voyeur", Emperor Hao deliberately ordered people to make a glass partition between the opposite design. Now, he can still see everything opposite, and the woman he loves is sitting there With.

It's a pity, looking close, the two are already separated by the mountain and the sea!

The emperor's gold pen drew on the paper, scratched heavily, and suddenly patted it. He glanced at the warmth, retracted his gaze, and returned to his copywriting.

Since the mistake had been made, he did not dare to ask for warm forgiveness, and could only make up for it as much as possible, but he did not need to be soft-hearted about the founder of this matter, Rong Family!

Since entering the company, Emperor Hao has only done one thing-

A plan for malicious competition!

An all-round plan for the Rong family!

Emperor Juehao catches the pen and fools himself, without any manpower!

On the opposite side, Warm kept burying herself in front of the design table, seemingly busy. In fact, she didn't do anything. She just used a paintbrush to write and write on the manuscript.

With a chaotic mood and no inspiration at all, how can I draw a design draft?

After a piece of paper was covered with lines, she opened her eyes with warm eyes and slammed her head. She turned around randomly, but she drew it. In the end, she was full of three "Emperor". word!

It was written clearly and forcefully.

Like her mood now, she can't love or wish.

Otherwise, forgive him?

Warm heart just compromised a little, sour feelings flooded up and down, and my heart was uncomfortable.

She has always been a reluctant person. Even if she loves again, she should have a bottom line. At first she was able to walk so neatly. Why is she now vulnerable?

Warmly shaking his head, forcing himself not to think about the problem.

She couldn't draw the design draft. She simply started cutting the fabric directly. How could you know that when she was holding a pair of scissors to trim a short waistline, the sharp knife edge suddenly cut her fingertips!

"hiss--"

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the sharp pain spread from the fingertips to the bottom of the heart immediately.

Warm frowned, staring at the bright red blood droplets from Bai Nen's fingertips, but his mind flickered when Emperor Hao saw himself stabbed with scissors, and did not hesitate to put his fingertips in his mouth. .

When I was ten years old, I started to learn how to design and cut clothes. It was common for my fingers to be cut by scissors when I was young, but even my adoptive parents hadn't done that.

The man with cleanliness, arrogance, and arrogance really changed a lot for her!

Staring warmly at the blood bead, a thick mist gradually evaporated from the bottom of the eyes.

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The blood beads got bigger and bigger, and finally rolled off.

On the white cloth, bright red blood flowers bloomed.

The warmth seemed to be imperceptible, and continued to look through the blurred vision, staring at the blood beads of his fingertips once more, rolling off.

One, two, three

The white cloth was stained with red, but the blood on his hands seemed endless, still condensing and dripping.

It was like the wound in her heart, which kept expanding, pain, and couldn't stop it.

"Boom!"

There seemed to be a slight muffle behind him.

This top floor is very large and empty, so the sound is clear even if it is far apart.

Warmly and subconsciously, he turned to look at Emperor Hao, and saw that Emperor Hao's tall body fell straight on the desk, and the entire upper body of the whole person was lying motionless on the table.

With a slight whistle, Warm heard the sound of a broken string in her heart, almost at the moment when she saw the emperor fell down, she turned back to the president's office and ran away.

"Pedaled!"

High heels hit the marble floor, making a crisp and rapid sound, just like warming the current mood, anxious to jump out of the chest.

Suddenly, she stepped under her feet and planted herself aside, warmly and quickly reaching out to support the design stand on the side to stabilize her figure.

Drilling pain came from the ankle!

Frown warmly frowned, hissing softly, raising her eyes to see the emperor lord lying on the table motionless across the table, she quickly took out her cell phone, dialed Xu Tezhu's phone, "Hey Xu Tezhu, you quickly Come here, he seems to have fainted! "

Hanging up the phone, warming her ankle slightly, and proceeding to the opposite office, although she was in a hurry, but the speed was obviously slowed down a lot.

Finally moved to the door, and warmly shouted, "Emperor!"

At this moment, she could not care about who was right and who was wrong. She just wanted to know, how was Emperor Hao?

Emperor Hao maintained his head down, motionless, as if passed out.

If he goes on like this, even if he doesn't have a big deal, he may suffocate!

In the impression, Emperor Hao has never been ill, let alone fainted. He has never had a cold or a runny nose. What happened to him?

Warm and anxious, he moved to the emperor in a few steps, reached out and gently pushed him, "Emgrand, wake up! Emperor!"

Emperor Jue was pushed warmly, his head tilted to one side, and Jun Lang's side face was exposed, with an abnormal redness on it.

Shocked by the warmth, he quickly reached out and touched the emperor's forehead. As far as he could touch, it was as hot as boiling water!

Burned so much!

Warm hands back, watching Emperor Hao's tightly frowned sword eyebrows, his chapped thin lips, his heart anxious and distressed.

It was only one night apart. How did this man take care of himself?

"Emperor, wake up, I will send you to the hospital!"

Warm could no longer think of anything else, stretched his arm over Emperor Juehao's arm to his shoulder, and dragged his body over.

The emperor's body was originally tall, and the petite warmth was very strenuous to lift him up, not to mention he stomped his feet, tried several times without success, and warmed up and worked hard to make it. The executive chair was pulled up, but because of too much force and the center of gravity was unstable, the two fell on the desk together.