Big boss, little sullen!

Chapter 47

Tang Tang took a deep breath, and despite being awkward and embarrassed, he walked up to Helian Zhanzhi and bowed ninety degrees, "Thank you for the cousin."

Helian Zhanzhi lowered his eyes and squinted at the woman in front of him, narrowed his long eyes slightly, and looked at Tang Qingyi in the ward, his eyes gradually became darker.

In a trance, those fragments buried deep in the memory swept over like a tsunami——

【lady!That's ma'am!Quick, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and ask someone to bring the young lady up! 】

[Where is the master?Where is the master?Quickly call and inform the master! 】

[Call the doctor immediately!Hit 120!call the ambulance! 】

[Don't be too busy, Madam fell into the water for several days...I can't save her...]

【lady!Ma'am, how can you go this way, the young master is only eight years old...you are gone, what will the young master do? 】

【lady!lady! 】

[I can't even look at a person!What use are you trash? 】

[According to the police investigation, there was nothing suspicious at the scene, and the possibility of homicide was ruled out. Ms. Jiang Lingbo committed suicide after the onset of depression. 】

……

Screams, cries, mourning, ambulances, and police sirens mixed together, rampaging in my head.

Helian Zhanzhi was dizzy, as if he had returned to the day when he was eight years old, standing outside the crowd, watching the servants pick up his mother's body from the icy lake, and saw that the soaked sheet was completely deformed and had no original appearance. Face.

As if being hit hard on the head by a sharp weapon, Helian Zhanzhi's face turned pale, and his tall body trembled uncontrollably, shaking twice, leaning towards...

"Master Helian?" Tang Tang raised his head, and saw Helian Zhanzhi's slender body tilted upright, and quickly reached out to support him.

[-]'s height was as heavy as a mountain. Tang Tang staggered back a few steps before finally stabilizing, but it was still very difficult to support the body of a big man. It was sweating profusely that he could barely hold onto him to prevent him from falling down.

"What's the matter with you, are you alright?" Tang Tang asked panting, wanting to see what was going on with him, but looked into a pair of blank and out-of-focus black pupils, startled, "Master Helian?"

His face was as pale as snow, his body was icy cold, and he looked like a stove in the bathroom... Damn, he couldn't be suffering from a serious old disease, right?

Tang Tang was frightened to death, and looked around anxiously to see if anyone could call the doctor for help.

"It's okay..." Helian Zhanzhi shook his head, got rid of the black hole-like memory, slowly stood up straight, and rubbed the aching brow with his slender fingers. He didn't expect that he would suddenly lose control.

"It's really all right?" Tang Tang tiptoed worriedly, and touched his forehead, "Your face is very pale, and your body is like ice, let the doctor take a look."

"No need." Helian Zhanzhi refused, and had completely regained consciousness from the memory fragments. He rested his head against the wall for a while, and stood up straight, "Go downstairs to smoke a cigarette, call me if you need something."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away with long legs.

Fearing that something might happen to him, Tang Tang wanted to catch up with him, and stopped after a few steps: Tang Zhiming and his wife were taken away, Bing Yan went to go through hospital procedures, and the nurse went to get medicine. If she left again, there would be no one in the intensive care unit.

Although Helian Zhanzhi's face was very pale, it was already much better than before, and he was walking quite steadily. It should be... nothing wrong.

Tang Tang comforted himself a bit, then returned to the public seat and sat down.

However, he couldn't rest for a moment, as if he had been sprinkled with itch powder, and his heart was scratched violently.

(End of this chapter)