The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 388

He was willing to believe.

Mo Yan looked at him, and her mouth twitched slightly, "Her current situation is not very good, although there is no threat to her life, it’s also not... very good. You’d better be mentally prepared."

That was a yes, Ye Tian felt a surge of joy in his heart; he could see his wife again. Of course, he was happy, and the reason he came here was to treat her illness. Now he could once again see the woman who had promised atop a mountain to watch the splendid fireworks with him. His heart was very happy, and he was overjoyed. However, at this moment, Ye Tian exhibited that kind of carelessness often seen in men, the carelessness towards the psychological state and gaze of a strange woman.

This kind of carelessness is quite common in men, but for a certain woman, it can be extremely fatal. It’s not only a kind of neglect towards her, but also the greatest blow from another woman, and such blows are often fatal.

"Then you go back first, I just got off the plane and need to rest for a bit. Come over tomorrow, and we’ll go together. At that time, I’ll have everything arranged on their end. I can only tell you, you might only be able to see her through images captured by the camera, her mental state is very fragile right now, she can’t receive any shock or stimulation..."

Mo Yan stood at the door and said a lot, but towards the end, there were some things she herself forgot what she was talking about, even repeating many sentences several times. Even Mo Yu could tell her speech was abnormal, but she herself was totally unaware.

"That’s probably all. Just take care of yourself."

Ye Tian didn’t notice how weak her tone was when she said that. All he knew was that he was about to see Tang Su, and what’s more crucial was that Tang Su was still alive. Although her condition might not be very good, being alive was good. Where there is life, there is hope, and where there is life, anything is possible.

Seeing Ye Tian’s delighted departure, Mo Yan felt a twinge of sorrow in her heart. She didn’t understand if his return this time was for himself or for someone else. If it really was for someone else, then who could that someone else be? Surely it wouldn’t be her colleagues.

He had come here for Tang Su to begin with. Being a woman herself, it felt terribly shameless to harbor inappropriate thoughts towards a man whose woman is in a coma. Moreover, this man ignored her almost straightforward expressions completely, even disdaining them.

Isn’t that just ironic?

"Yu, is everything at the company taken care of? Don’t let Guohua High-tech exploit any loopholes. There’s a big market for electronic technology in Africa right now, especially in new energy and electronic control sectors. There’s bound to be a melee among the state-owned companies this time. You need to be extra vigilant, and also remember to expand and strengthen the company’s international promotion."

Leaving the King Mansion and arriving at the first inn he stayed in, Ye Tian’s mood was significantly better. Tang Su was his second greatest wish for the second half of his life, and his brothers were still his first priority. Now it seems, the two did not conflict. When Tang Su was not injured, she supported his plans. It seems now, as long as she can remain safe, his plans can still proceed.

The situation appeared to be getting better bit by bit.

Lying in bed, Ye Tian began planning what he needed to do before leaving Huaxia.

The top priority naturally was to see Tang Su safely standing in front of him. If she was indeed mentally stimulated as Mo Yan had said, then he could only stand far away and watch her. The second thing was that He Biandan’s case must be resolved; once he left, He Ku would lose his support. A child attending school in a foreign country, he definitely wouldn’t manage on his own. The third matter was the issue with Old Man Mo; he was here to offer his life, and if Mo still had tasks to assign, then he could only wait.

Thinking thus, Ye Tian couldn’t help but become curious about the intent behind Mo Yan sending him away. Angola? What could there be? Oil? Natural gas? It didn’t seem to be that rich. If it was oil, he would have to go to the Middle East, Arab regions. Or was it some mysterious mission or treasure hunt? Ye Tian slapped himself. His head was getting too excited, even thinking of treasures.

Excited, the heart lying on the bed kept beating, always beating with intense hope.

...

Where Ye Tian was filled with hope, Zheng Sanpao’s heart couldn’t settle down. Zheng Dazhi had not come home for three days, which was not a good sign. According to past behavior, if it was more than two days, he would have called home. But now, when Zheng Sanpao called him, it would show as unanswered, and later it just went straight to voicemail.

Zheng Sanpao’s heart thumped wildly. The situation was too sudden, as if a living person had evaporated from the human world.

He decided to go to the police station.

"Old man, look, is there someone always looking towards our house over there?"

Zheng Dazhi’s mother tugged at Zheng Sanpao’s sleeve and squinted at the doorway outside the window. Zheng Sanpao glanced over and only saw a few scattered people occasionally passing by the door. Where was someone suspicious?

"This is a main street; in the course of a day, if not a thousand, then eight hundred people pass by. Who are you to be spied on?"

"Hey, what kind of way is that to speak? This isn’t just your house!"

"Ah, alright, alright. I’m going out for a while, I’ll be back soon. If the food is ready, you eat first. If I come back late, just reheat it for me." free𝑤ebnovel.com

"Where are you going?" asked Zheng Dazhi’s mother, while brushing the dust off him with a broom.

"Just out for a stroll. Okay, stop sweeping."

Zheng Sanpao left the woman behind him, put on a silly hat, and headed out, blowing on his hands and mumbling, "So damn cold!"

Rubbing his hands together and lowering his head as he walked, Zheng Sanpao arrived at the police outpost on Erwanzi Street.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with this place; in fact, he was well-acquainted with it. His son was the boss here, although without an official title, he was still a local elder.

Peering through the window, he only saw two officers on duty. Zheng Sanpao stepped forward and knocked on the window.

"Sir, whom are you looking for?"

Zheng Sanpao thought for a moment and asked, "Where’s my son?"

Hearing this, the young officer chuckled, "Sir, who is your son? I don’t know where he is."

Zheng Sanpao’s face turned a shade of red, but luckily he was thick-skinned. He moved his lips and said, "My son is Zheng Dazhi."

"Oh, isn’t this Uncle Zheng? What’s up, looking for Dazhi?"