Knock! Knock! Knock!

There was a quick knock on the door outside the CEO's office. Malcolm frowned and shouted, "come in!"

Sean opened the door in a hurry. Malcolm held a pen and lowered his head, not knowing what he was writing. He cut to the chase, "Mr. Malcolm, Miss. Poppi had a car accident!"

"What? !" With a reflex action, Malcolm sprang to his feet, his pen sliding down to the side. His emotionless face became ferocious in an instant. He hurriedly went out of the office without putting on his coat. While walking, he asked, "where is she?"

"The junction of the South Second road and the JingLan Avenue,"

"How is it going?"

"I don't know yet..."

Malcolm came to the elevator with his lips tightly closed. He pushed the down button for several times with his fingers trembling. The elevator door slowly opened. Before it was fully opened, he pushed in and walked down directly in the elevator. His heart was beating so fast that his palm was sweating. 'Poppi is really annoying! She always boasted of her good driving skill, but she even had a car accident! If she dared to die, he would pull her back from the hell!

Although it was raining now, the hit place had been strictly guarded, and it still attracted a lot of onlookers. At the scene of the accident, they only saw that the head of the car that collided with Poppi was a luxury car. The headstock had been slightly deformed. Fortunately, the person in the car had been carried out. As for Poppi's pink car, the left door of the car was crashed into several centimeters and her leg was stuck. Although she was not squeezed, the wound of her leg was cut and the blood was running out of her leg…

When Malcolm arrived, firefighters and doctors were already there. The firefighters were removing the left car door. Malcolm rushed out of the car without any hesitation. Before he could open the umbrella, Sean had no time to hold it for him.

"What… Please don't take my car door away! My car just bought! It cost a lot of money! Oh, my God… My car... "

Hearing this, Malcolm stopped immediately and let out a long breath. Standing not far away, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help getting angry. Her vitality was so vigorous that it seemed that she was doomed to survive! He worried all the way for nothing!

"Young master!" A man in black went up and called him respectfully.

Then Malcolm waved his hand to let him go and walked past the cordon alone. Luckily, he had arranged bodyguards to protect her. He was just afraid that she was not used to drive a new car. She did drive a new car dangerously.

"Young Lady, I have no choice but to open the door for you. It's out of shape. We have to save you first!" The man in the firefighter uniform kept talking to Poppi.

"Mr. Malcolm!"

Shouted a voice from the crowd. Hearing this, Poppi immediately stopped talking and looked back with embarrassment. She saw that Malcolm was standing in the rain with his hair wet but his eyes full of anger. It seemed that she hadn't seen him for a long time! It's so cold today. Why does he only wear a shirt? The man in black who she met just now was really not Malcolm!

"M... Mr. Malc

ng down from the eaves and everything was getting blurred. Malcolm threw out a smoke ring.

He endured for a week but didn't come to find Poppi. He thought he would get used to the past life.

But he would unconsciously walk to the Imperial Tang Yard while driving. There was once a strange place for him and it had become a habit to him somehow. He would talk with the doll on the table when he got bored from work. While closing his eyes for rest, he could not help but recall every detail that had happened over the past three years, and every conversation between him and Poppi was clearly remembered, and every look in her eyes was so clear…

He thought he was suffering from a disease that he didn't want to admit. He thought about it for a week, but found that he could do nothing but hide. He didn't expect that he couldn't help coming here today…

Malcolm smoked two cigarettes and stood outside for a while. He didn't go back until his body's smell was washed away by the rain. After waiting outside the operation room for a long time, Poppi was pushed out slowly.

Poppi had fallen asleep on the operating table with infusion and gauze on her legs.

"How is it going?" Stepping forward, Malcolm lowered his voice unconsciously.

"The bones and muscles are not hurt, but there is only a small cut in the leg. We also got a few stitches in the serious part. The stitches will be taken out in about a week."

After hearing the doctor's answer, Malcolm nodded his head. Then he asked in disgust, "isn't she always worried about whether there will be a scar left? Will there be a scar?"

"No, she won't." The doctor answered firmly. "Don't worry, Mr. Malcolm."

"Yes." He nodded and watched the others push Poppi into the ward and then leave.

When the door of the ward was closed, Malcolm took a deep look at Poppi, bent down and gently smoothed the wet hair from her forehead. After all this was done, Malcolm stood still. At that moment, he seemed possessed. He didn't get up when he was moving, but bent down more deeply, and moved closer to Poppi little by little, and got close to her face …