"President Chu, are you at home?"

"President Chu?"

Seeing that the door was not closed, the assistant opened it carefully.

The light in the room is dim, and it is unreasonable to bring people down.

The assistant swallowed, and glanced across the living room, seeing the broken china and dried blood on the ground, his face suddenly changed.

How does this resemble the murder scene?

President Chu will not be given to...

"President Chu?"

The assistant called for a long while, and no one responded. He looked at the scene in the living room and beat the drum in his heart.

The blood in the living room was dragged upstairs.

The assistant took a deep breath, found a baseball bat in the living room, and carried it upstairs.

"President Chu... are you there, President Chu?"

"President Chu?"

There was only the assistant's voice in the corridor, and the dark and dark environment made the assistant's heart frizzy.

He followed the blood stains all the way to the door of the study.

The assistant trembling hands, pushed the door.

"Chu... President?"

The assistant didn't see anyone at first glance, but at the second glance Chu Wu fell on the ground.

The baseball bat in his hand fell to the ground, and three seconds later, he ran across.

"President Chu, President Chu, are you okay?"

Chu Wu was taken to the hospital.

The doctor checked it again and said there was nothing serious.

The assistant was so frightened that Chu Wu was covered with blood, and he almost thought that Chu Wu was dead.

"hiss……"

"Chu, you are awake."

The assistant guarding the bed immediately stepped forward.

Chu Wu's eyes were blurred, and it took a while to see clearly.

"What is this place?"

"Hospital." The assistant said: "President Chu, what happened?"

Thinking of what he had experienced, Chu Wu excitedly grasped the assistant's hand: "Call the police, call the police...no, you can't call the police."

"Mr. Chu?" The assistant stunned, did he call the police or not?

"It's okay, I'm okay."

"..."

The assistant was worried.

It didn't look like it was all right.

Chu Wu looked a little dazed, and asked in a shock: "Is the company okay?"

"It's okay." The assistant said: "I just can't reach you, so I'll come to find you. Do you really need to call the police?"

Hearing that the company is okay, Chu Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, you go out first."

"……Ok."

As the assistant left the room, Chu Wu was limp on the hospital bed, with the back of his hand on his forehead, and his gloomy eyes staring at the ceiling.

Although Chu Wu's body is fine, he still needs to be raised.

"Mr. Chu, it's not good, something happened."

The assistant broke in without knocking the door.

Chu Wu's heart jumped: "What happened?"

The assistant said anxiously: "Some people say that our company's infant formula has carcinogens."

Chu Wu's face changed: "How is it possible?"

"I don't know what's going on. On my way here, I received a call from above and wanted to check us."

Chu Wu calmed down very quickly: "Don't panic, there is no problem with our milk powder, we are not afraid of inspection."

"But if this news spreads out, even if there is no problem in the end, it will not be good for us."

Now the baby's stuff will be finished as soon as it is touched.

Chu Wu's anxiety these days seemed to be confirmed at this time.

Chu Wu couldn't stay in the hospital and hurried back to the company with his assistant.

The people above have already arrived and want to check their products.

Where can Chu Wu stop when the upper department speaks.

Let people suppress the online news first and accompany them to check.

Chu Wu thought there should be no problem.

But when the results came out, Chu Wu was dumbfounded.

News on the Internet also broke out instantly.

The condemnation and crusade from netizens flew like snowflakes.

As the old saying goes: Fortune is unparalleled, and misfortune never comes singly.

The milk powder matter has not yet come to fruition, and the subsidiary's medicines are also having problems.

"How come these problems?"

Chu Wu smashed the office with anger.

The people standing in the office shivered.

"President Chu... we don't know either."

"I don't know, you told me I don't know, what did I ask you to do with the money?!"

"President Chu..." They are really innocent, and their products are not problematic.

"Mr. Chu, I think someone is **** us?" someone said.

Of course Chu Wu knew that someone was **** him.

"Who is it, I want to know who this person is!" Chu Wu slapped the table and said angrily: "You tell me here, what's the use? Check it out! Find out who framed the company!"

"What are you still doing? Don't go!"

People in the office, if granted a pardon, leave the office quickly.

Chu Wu was holding the table and panting.

Doesn't he really have to lose everything without the wings of a guardian angel?

Sang Meng...

Where is Sang Meng?

Chu Wu's company was in embarrassment on all sides, and public opinion and pressure from above constantly impacted the company.

The huge industry began to falter.

When the behemoth fell, the parasitic insects around it began to move around, ready to swarm them at any time to swallow it.

-

The sun fell on the balcony, over the glass windows, and poured into it.

The floor yarn moved with the wind and cast shadows on the ground.

On the sofa, the girl with pure white wings lay lazily, her wings pressed against her body, and the sofa was a little small for no reason under the background of the wings.

She held the little snow-white dumpling in her arms, almost blending with her wings.

"Meow~"

The little dumpling screamed softly.

"What's your name?" Chu Zheng said angrily: "You haven't come back from shoveling shit."

"Meow~"

Fu Bao arched Chuzheng with his head.

"Don't call it." Chuzheng attacked it.

"Meow~meow~" Fu Bao called out hungry.

Chu Zheng simply let go of it, holding the tips of his wings, and indifferently watching Fu Bao jump down, sniffing at his rice bowl.

Chu Zheng was annoyed by it and turned his back to it.

Chu Wu opened the door and came in, and the little dumpling ran over, yelling pitifully around his feet.

He quickly went to feed Fubao.

Then he walked to the sofa. He looked for a while and made sure that Chuzheng was not asleep. Then he turned her around: "Why don't you feed it?"

"Why do you want to feed?"

"It's hungry."

"I'm hungry too." Chuzheng was justified.

"..."

Chu Wu suddenly couldn't speak.

He took off his clothes and asked while pulling up his sleeves: "I didn't tell you that there was an operation suddenly today, so I have to come back later so you can order takeaway?"

"Takeaway can't be brought in, I have to go down and get it." Chu Zheng said indifferently: "How do I get out?"

Go out and scare them to death, and then someone will drag me to anatomy?

She didn't know what was going on, her wings could not be retracted, and the guardian angel's power did not return.

Naturally you can't be invisible or something.

She is now a winged...birdman?

So sad.

As soon as the little thing touched her wings, she wanted to put the little thing under her body and spoil it.

Anxious personally.

"...I'm sorry." Chu Wu heard Chu Zheng say that, and guilt suddenly poured out of her heart, and she kissed her on the forehead: "I'll go get you some food."

Chu Wu went into the kitchen to prepare to eat.

Chu Zheng sat up on the sofa, held the tip of her wing, and walked to the kitchen door.

She leaned against the door, looking at the busy man in the kitchen.

Chu Wu turned his head and saw her standing at the door. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a slight arc: "It will be done soon."