"Chief, Mr. Ran committed suicide." Listening to his subordinate's report, Feng Lie's heartbeat seemed to have stopped.
"... Send to the hospital." He felt his voice trembling. What was trembling was not his voice, but his heart.
It took Feng Lie a long time to find the frequency of his heartbeat. He looked at the report on the table, reached for the phone, dialed the number of his subordinate who followed the order, and said in his usual cold voice: "If he dies, I will throw you all into the Pacific to feed the sharks."
I threw the phone down, picked up the car keys, hurried downstairs, and drove all the way to the hospital.
"Mo Ran, I'm sorry, I'm late..." Feng Lie's tone was gentler than ever before.
The windy hand gently caressed Mo Ran's cheek. Mo Ran's face was very pale, but he still couldn't hide his delicacy. Feng Lie thought that Mo Ran must have been more beautiful in the past than he is now, but unfortunately he had never looked at it carefully and missed it. Maybe in the future, we will never see him in such high spirits again...
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