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Chapter 6 Count My Borrowing

Chapter 6: I borrowed it

Zhu Xiaoya screamed in shock, trying to balance her body, but because she fell too suddenly, she could not grasp the things with her hands, so she could only watch herself fall down under the excavator.

At this moment, she felt that her body was caught, and the person who caught her hit her hard and knocked her away from the excavator, saving her from the range of the excavator.

Zhu Xiaoya has lived for more than 20 years and has never experienced strong storms. She has been scared to death at this time.

"Miss, hurry up, hurry up, move the excavator away, let's go and pull the lady up."

Several middle-aged men wearing white hats were panicked and hurried down to the pit.

Yes, the person who saved Zhu Xiaoya just now was Yang Dong.

Because he caught Zhu Xiaoya just now, his arms were almost dislocated.

"Do not to escape." The middle-aged man wearing a white hat pushed Yang Dong away, and then helped Zhu Xiaoya up from the ground.

Her two female assistants quickly helped her take off the dirt on her body.

It took two minutes before Zhu Xiaoya recovered. She quickly pushed the middle-aged man away and stood in front of Yang Dong.

"Thank you for saving me." Zhu Xiaoya stretched out her hand to Yang Dong.

Yang Dong tried hard to reach out, but his arms could not use any force, so he could only hang softly on his shoulders.

"It's okay, I'm the closest to you. In that case, any man will take action." Yang Dong smiled, still unable to reach out.

He said this with a good level. If he didn't add the words "I'm closest to you", he might offend other workers in the pit at the same time.

Because when Zhu Xiaoya fell down, no one else could react. Even if there were people who reacted, they would not consider picking up a living person empty-handed.

Zhu Xiaoya looked at Yang Dong with even more admiration, and she stretched her hand forward again.

"Anyway, thank you. I am Zhu Xiaoya. Can you tell me your name?" Zhu Xiaoya asked.

"My name is Yang Dong, but I may not be able to shake hands with you because I feel that both arms cannot move." Yang Dong said truthfully.

Zhu Xiaoya's face turned red and she quickly shouted to the people behind her: "Call 120 and take this Mr. Yang Dong to the hospital."

"No, no, this is just a temporary injury and will recover in half an hour. Look, the palm can move now." Yang Dong finished speaking, and tried his best to move his wrist.

Zhu Xiaoya stared at Yang Dong for a while, and finally nodded.

"Okay! Take care of yourself. If you need my help, make this call." Zhu Xiaoya said, and stuffed one of her business cards into Yang Dong's pocket.

The two female assistants next to her had already opened their mouths wide.

In the past, I wonder how many people wanted to ask for a business card for Zhu Xiaoya, including many young masters from wealthy families and even children of officials.

But Zhu Xiaoya gave all the company phone numbers, but just now, she gave Yang Dong's private number.

Several male administrators next to him really wanted to slap themselves, why didn’t they save Zhu Xiaoya just now?

After explaining a few words, Zhu Xiaoya left under the crowd of people.

Yang Dong was still a little disappointed, but he didn't care.

"Young man, if you have an arm injury, go to the top to rest, and then we are the old guys who are taking the lead."

The colleague next to him said kindly.

Yang Dong looked at his arms and could only nod and agree.

He has an arm injury now, and even if he recovers temporarily, it will affect his subsequent work.

Because of his kind words before, his colleagues asked him to rest for a while, but they could not always give in to him. Yang Dong felt unprecedented difficulty.

He really regretted the behavior of saving Zhu Xiaoya just now, so why should he meddle in other people's business?

But that was his instinct, kind instinct, and he couldn't bear to watch a girl die.

What should we do next? He could not imagine that he might at most work today and get his salary first, but what about tomorrow?

His arms will definitely not be able to support this job tomorrow.

"Forget it! The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge. Do you want to knock me down with this little difficulty? God, you underestimate me Yang Dong too much."

Yang Dong looked straight at the sky with a firm gaze.

After resting for an hour, Yang Dong felt that his arms were returned to him.

He was holding a shovel and was about to get down the pit when he suddenly saw a beautiful woman walking towards him, the assistant who was holding Zhu Xiaoya just now.

"Mr. Yang, this is our Mr. Zhu's wish. I hope you must accept it." The female assistant handed the money to Yang Dong.

When she handed over the money, her eyes did not flash.

Because she wanted to confirm whether Mr. Zhu's guess was correct and whether Yang Dong would not accept his own money.

What she never expected was that Yang Dong really took over the money.

"It just so happens that I need money, but I borrowed it. I have your Mr. Zhu's call anyway. I will return the money to her at that time." Yang Dong said frankly, without any impurities in his eyes.
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