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Chapter 90 Stroke

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    Ling Weihua opened his mouth in surprise at first, and then burst out laughing: "I am a bachelor, what else can I buy for my family? I don't want to marry a wife, I need three big things."

    Dong Fang blushed instantly, "I"

    "I know your kindness, I appreciate it. But I really just want to thank you for helping to take care of my mother. There is no other meaning. You don't have to feel the pressure in your heart. Or, do you not regard me as a friend at all?"  Ling Weihua squinted his eyes, and said something serious.

    "Of course we are friends!" Dong Fang shouted a little anxiously.

    When the words fell to the ground, Ling Weihua laughed again.  Dong Fang was a little hesitant, and it took her a long time to wake up, she dared to think that Ling Weihua was making fun of her.

    "Hey, I'm ignoring you, I should go." Dong Fang picked up her handbag and started to leave.

    Ling Weihua hurriedly got up and blocked her way, and said with a smile: "I was just joking, to brighten the atmosphere, don't be serious with me. You are not in a hurry to go back, are you? In two days, I will be with my overseas Chinese friends in Thailand.  For dinner, he used to work in a machinery company in Thailand, but now he has transferred to a feed company. Maybe, are you interested in having a meal together?"

    "Feed company?" Dong Fang paused, and turned her head slightly: "Is it a bit abrupt for you old friends to have dinner together?"

    "No, my friend's ancestral home is also from our Jin County. What he admires most are independent new women. You two will definitely be able to chat." Ling Weihua said with a smile.

    "Then bother." Dong Fang smiled, as a warm spring breeze blew on Ling Weihua's body.

    Dong Fang is a smart girl, she knew what Ling Weihua was thinking from the very beginning.  His demeanor and expression always give people more or less a hint.  But even so, Dong Fang still pretended not to know anything.  Her heart had long been burned to ashes along with the fire in the iron basin.

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    In the early morning, Xiaoxiao took the folder, and just arrived outside the gate of the factory Tieshan, when she heard a group of people gathered inside.

    When she stepped into the factory area, she was surprised to see Zhu Ming collapsed in the arms of her apprentice Yu Shiwei.  He kept waving his hands in the air, and his mouth was opened so unseemly that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't close it.

    There were a few timid female workers who had already covered their eyes and screamed in fright beside them.  Several people joined hands and ran away like a ghost, not daring to stay here any longer.

    Uncle Li, the guard, frowned and leaned forward, fanning Zhu Ming's fan, while rolling his eyelids, "Hey, you've committed a crime, it's fine, why is Mr. Zhu just like this."

    Yu Shiwei was so panicked that his face was sweating profusely. Sometimes he pinched Zhu Ming's tiger's mouth, and sometimes he pinched him among the people, and kept calling his master's name in a low voice.  His heart was very anxious, and a heart almost wanted to jump out of his throat.

    The spectators and the rescuers were crowded together, and it was a mess.

    After a while, the ambulance arrived, and the medical staff carried Zhu Ming onto the stretcher, and Yu Shiwei followed him into the car worriedly.  The driver kicked the accelerator, and the loud beeping sounded throughout the factory area, and the car rushed out in an instant.

    The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and people in twos and threes whispered to each other from time to time.

    "That's good. Why does Mr. Zhu seem to be possessed by a demon, and he can't even move?"

    "Hey, you are inexperienced at first glance. He looks exactly like my father-in-law. That's a stroke, and only people with strokes are so evil. Tsk tsk, this is really a good show. The few in the technical department  Which one is the fuel-efficient lamp?"

    A pair of male workers walked past Xiaoxiao, muttering about what happened just now.  When Xiaoxiao heard their conversation, she couldn't help turning around subconsciously, and looked at the direction the ambulance left just now (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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