"Yes." Zhou Yinghuai said calmly: "It's getting late, why don't you go back?"
Zheng Heng smiled and looked at Zhou Yinghuai. His eyes were calm but his tone was cold.
"Now that your troubles are solved, can you tell me the whole story about Song Zhaozhao?"
Tang Xianpin felt uncomfortable and sighed for a moment: "Everyone is busy, but I have nothing to do. I'm just an escort?"
As he spoke, he stood up with a sigh and said, "I won't accompany you anymore. I just got a few paintings at home. I'll go back and take a look first, and you two can chat slowly!"
Only Zheng Heng and Zhou Yinghuai were left in the hall.
The former pretended to be calm, but his eyes were clearly full of urgency. He gritted his teeth, looked at Zhou Yinghuai, and said, "Tell me, what exactly is going on."
"Do you really want to hear it?" Zhou Yinghuai raised his eyes casually, with a calm expression: "Song Zhaozhao sent you to the police station last time. I thought you wouldn't want to know about her now."
This is somewhat ironic.
Zheng Heng is a proud and arrogant person. He has always set his sights high and has almost never suffered a loss.
He also felt that he should slowly let go. Everything about Song Zhaozhao was nothing more than a whim of obsession.
When Song Zhaozhao went abroad and had no news from him, Zheng Heng always comforted himself in this way.
But one cannot live a life deceiving oneself and others.
Zheng Heng's Adam's apple rolled rapidly, his eyes were indescribably dark, and he looked at Zhou Yinghuai, his eyes full of depression, and he said: "I don't want this either, Zhou Yinghuai, I'm just a fucking bitch, I want to know her What happened?"
Zhou Yinghuai looked at Zheng Heng's expression of suppressed pain, as if he was the truest side of himself under the calm mask of countless days and nights.
It's just that he is better at hiding it than Zheng Heng.
Zhou Yinghuai briefly explained the cause and effect of the matter to Zheng Heng.
Zheng Heng's face became more and more ugly. His expression was uneasy and unusually forbearing: "So, is Song Zhaozhao okay now?"
"Jiang Tan and Su Yue accompanied her to find Zhao Yan's parents tonight, but" Zhou Yinghuai said lightly: "You and I both understand that it will be difficult to get results."
Zheng Heng naturally understood.
He was speechless for a moment, and after a long silence, he slowly stood up.
His voice was low and hoarse, and he said softly: "It's getting late, you should rest first."
Zhou Yinghuai knew that Zheng Heng came here only for Song Zhaozhao's matter. Now that he heard the cause and effect, he naturally had no reason to stay.
He nodded and said calmly, "I'll ask the butler to send you off."
Zheng Heng said yes, feeling confused.
He walked a few steps and suddenly stopped and looked at Zhou Yinghuai.
His eyes were struggling, and the emotions on his overly colorful face seemed to be covered with a haze. The proud young master pursed his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you Jiang Tan for this. I will remember all the things she did."
This is to say thank you.
There is a deep discord between Zheng Heng and Jiang Tan. No matter what the reason is, it is very rare for Zheng Heng to say these words now.
Zhou Yinghuai looked at Zheng Heng's struggling expression and said calmly: "I understand."
"Also." Zheng Heng's eyelashes lowered, his expression was unclear, but his tone was cautious.
He said: "What happened at the beginning was that I couldn't bear to Jiang Tan. I felt sorry for her. It was my fault."
Zhou Yinghuai's brows moved slightly, and he spoke without revealing his emotion: "Zheng Heng, there is nothing I can do to forgive you for Jiang Tan."
Zheng Heng opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing and turned to leave.
This night is destined to be inevitable.
Zheng Heng left Zhou Yinghuai's residence and, by some strange combination of circumstances, went downstairs to Song Zhaozhao's apartment.
The little girl had blocked him eight hundred years ago. Zheng Heng was a man with a high ambition, so he couldn't beg for nothing, just asking her to turn back.
So after that unhappy breakup, the two completely cut off contact.
At this moment, Zheng Heng stood downstairs in the apartment. After a long period of inner struggle, he finally heard the sound of compromise deep in his heart.
He walked to a nearby convenience store and dialed Song Zhaozhao's number using the public phone inside.
It only rang a few times before the number was connected.
Zheng Heng heard Song Zhaozhao's voice coming from the receiver. It was hoarse and hoarse, and he felt depressed when he heard it.
She said: "Hello, who is this?"
Zheng Heng's heart sank, feeling an indescribable depression. He held the receiver tightly, and then spoke in a low voice, breathing heavily: "Song Zhaozhao, I miss you very much."
Song Zhaozhao thought, this day is really strange and unique.
Zhao Yan's biological parents ignored their daughter's death. Young Master Zheng, a proud man, suddenly learned to bow his head.
Song Zhaozhao didn't know what to say for a moment.
Zheng Heng twitched the corners of his lips with a bitter smile and said, "Song Zhaozhao, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Can we start over?"
Song Zhaozhao thought that Jiang Tan was indeed very courageous.
After Zhou Yinghuai was so humble to please and take care of him, he still remained unmoved.
And what about her?
Zheng Heng just said "I'm sorry" and her tears fell.
Song Zhaozhao spoke with a strong nasal voice. She gritted her teeth and her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth: "Zheng Heng, don't pretend to be pitiful for me!"
"I'm not pretending." Zheng Heng raised his eyebrows mockingly and glanced at the deserted convenience store.
"I am standing in this convenience store, and there is no one beside me. Zhao Zhao, if I hadn't heard your voice, I would have even felt that I was abandoned by the whole world. I am indeed very pitiful now."
"You are really going to set yourself up." Song Zhaozhao sneered, but her voice could not be as cold as before. She said: "Zheng Heng, I can no longer be your lover."
"Don't Zhou Yinghuai want to fall in love with Jiang Tan? Seriously."
Zheng Heng clenched the receiver in his hand again, and said in a low voice and seriously: "Song Zhaozhao, I also want to fall in love with you, in a serious way."
Song Zhaozhao didn't know what to say for a moment.
And Zheng Heng continued: "I was not good to you before, and I will change it in the future. Zhao Zhao, give me some time, and I can do a good job."
Song Zhaozhao thought that it must be because of Zhao Yan's incident that she became fragile and sensitive.
At this moment, she actually burst into tears at Zheng Heng's words with obvious promise.
In this life, people are always gaining and losing, losing and gaining again. She suddenly wanted to take a gamble, betting that this person named Zheng Heng would really look back and want to love her properly.
