"you……"

"Aunt Zhang, you are an irrelevant person, so you are the one who should leave the conference room now, not me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the security personnel who had just been called by the secretary also rushed over.

Two teams of people in uniforms entered the conference room in a grand manner, but they just stood quietly before Mo Wenchu ​​gave orders.

"Aunt Zhang, please leave the conference room." Mo Wenchu ​​looked at the furious person with a smile and said.

The anger in Zhang Lan's heart increased sharply, but due to the presence of many senior executives, she could only suppress the anger in her heart and said, "Okay, I'm leaving."

Before leaving, Zhang Lan deliberately stopped, turned around and said to the people behind him: "You are the mainstay of the company, and you will work hard with our Lao Mo. The group can achieve its current scale thanks to your help. Now it is the most important part of the group."

During this difficult time, I hope everyone can keep their eyes open and not let their judgment be affected by a person whose private life is in chaos."

After Zhang Lan said these words, she left the conference room on high heels.

While she was speaking, Mo Wenchu ​​did not interrupt. Instead, she lowered her eyes and stared at the ground under her feet, and even raised the corner of her mouth with a slight arc.

"Everyone, let's continue."

When the door of the meeting was closed, Mo Wenchu ​​returned to her seat and spoke to everyone with a smile.

Everyone looked at Mo Wenchu's reaction and looked at each other, seemingly a little surprised.

"As Aunt Zhang just said, we are all my father's right-hand men. We have followed my father for so many years. I believe we agree with his judgment. Before my father's accident, we were ready to hand over the company to me. The reason why he made this decision

This decision was not just because I was his daughter, but also because he felt that I had this ability. Otherwise, with my father’s character, he would have handed over the company to professional managers instead of me.”

After Mo Wenchu ​​said these words, she quietly leaned on the chair, folded her hands on her knees, and looked at everyone with a smile.

"I propose to hold a shareholders' meeting next Tuesday to decide whether Miss Mo Wenchu ​​Mo will serve as the president of the company."

Mr. Zheng, who just spoke fiercely, seemed to have been persuaded by Mo Wenchu ​​and took the initiative to make a suggestion.

This proposal caused a small commotion in the conference room, but after that, two more people came forward to agree with Mr. Zheng's proposal, so the matter was finally finalized.

The moment she walked out of the conference room, Mo Wenchu ​​breathed a long sigh of relief.

But she knew that what she did today was just the first step, and the more difficult things were to come.

After leaving the company, Mo Wenchu ​​rushed back to the hospital without stopping.

In the ward, Shen Yiran was sitting in front of the hospital bed, flipping through documents. After hearing her voice, he raised his head and asked with concern, "How are things going?"

"It went pretty well."

Mo Wenchu ​​leaned over and glanced at her father, who was still in a coma. She was about to sit down when she accidentally pulled her injured ankle. She couldn't help but hiss and fell heavily on the chair.

Hearing Mo Wenchu's voice, Shen Yiran immediately threw the document aside and stepped forward to check it for her.

Gently rolling up the trousers, the first thing that caught the eye was Mo Wenchu's already swollen ankle, which was still covered with bruises. "Why didn't you say a word when your ankle was like this?"

Shen Yiran said resentfully.

Mo Wenchu ​​gently pinched a corner of her clothes and said, "I didn't expect it to be so serious. I was busy dealing with the company's affairs just now, but I didn't feel anything at all."

Before lifting up her trousers, Mo Wenchu ​​didn't expect that her fall yesterday was so serious.

"Sit down first. I'll have someone send you some medicine to help you deal with it first. If it doesn't get better, you need to get a plaster cast, which will help you recover faster."

"Um."

Mo Wenchu ​​nodded obediently.

Shortly after Shen Yiran made the call, a nurse delivered some medicine.

Carefully treated the wound on Mo Wenchu's ankle. When Shen Yiran was about to put away the medicine, he accidentally saw the scratch on Mo Wenchu's hand.

There was still reddish-brown blood on the wound, and Shen Yiran frowned, "Why are there wounds on your hands too?"

Hearing Shen Yiran's words, Mo Wenchu ​​opened her hands and looked at them, and then explained with a smile: "When I fell, my hands also hit the ground, but they were not serious scratches. They are okay."

"I'll take care of it for you."

Shen Yiran opened the medicine bag again and selected medicine for treating bruises.

"It's just a minor injury, so you don't need to deal with it alone, right?"

"Although the possibility of death from bacterial infection is very slim, I cannot guarantee that no fatal bacteria will enter your body when you fall. The current approach may be a bit of a waste of time," Shen Yiran directly took Mo Wenchu's hand. , “But it’s still better than doing nothing.”

She wiped the wound with a cotton swab soaked in water, and then Shen Yiran applied iodine on her, finally feeling relieved.

When Gu Jue appeared at the door of the ward, he happened to see this scene. Shen Yiran lowered his head and gently took Mo Wenchu's hand, and Mo Wenchu ​​seemed to be looking at him affectionately. This scene looked full of time. Be quiet.

But Gu Jue's heart suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling.

Before being discovered by Shen Yiran, Gu Jue turned around neatly and went downstairs. After staying in the car for a while, he finally took out his cell phone and called Mo Wenchu.

"The man has confessed, what are you going to do?"

Listening to Gu Jue's voice, Mo Wenchu ​​frowned slightly. For some reason, she felt that his tone today seemed particularly cold.

"I'm going to sue Zhang Lan."

"Okay, I'll lock that person up for you first. As for other things..."

"I can do it myself, thank you."

"good."

Facing Mo Wenchu's unfamiliar and polite tone, the inexplicable feeling increased a lot. After a simple reply, Gu Jue hung up the phone directly.

When Mo Wenchu ​​put down her phone, her eyebrows were still furrowed.

Shen Yiran looked at her somewhat sad eyes and couldn't help but ask: "What happened?"

"The call just now was from Gu Jue," Mo Wenchu ​​paused and continued, "But I seemed to hear the sound of an ambulance coming from the other side."

The siren on the phone was very weak, but Mo Wenchu ​​heard it vaguely, but she couldn't figure it out. If Gu Jue was really in the hospital, why didn't he just go upstairs to see her for a face-to-face interview? Or was the siren just a sound? Just a coincidence?

"I said harsh words to him yesterday. He probably won't come to the hospital in a short time."
Chapter completed!