Zhou Yinghuai arranged Jiang Tan's hair and tied it up with a hair rope. His movements were extremely affectionate. He said, "Tan Tan, I have learned a few new dishes recently. I will cook them for you in a few days, okay?"
Jiang Tan said yes in a relaxed tone.
After experiencing great sorrow and great joy, life and death are indifferent, some words have been spoken, and there is no longer so much nagging.
Jiang Tan has put his bottom line in front of Zhou Yinghuai.
Xiao Wu had been waiting all morning, and when he saw Jiang Tan, he ran over excitedly.
"Mr. Jiang is awesome! He actually hired the entire team over there!"
Xiao Wu's eyes were bright and he looked at Jiang Tan with admiration and said, "Everyone in the company has heard about it and is praising you!"
Jiang Tan looked at Xiao Wu funny and said, "Is it such an exaggeration? Just tell me! Do you want a salary increase?"
"Hehe!" Xiao Wu smiled slyly, but immediately shook his head seriously: "That's really not true! Our salaries have been increased several times this year. It's really not for salary increases!"
Jiang Tan was also joking with Xiao Wu. She smiled and said: "I know, I know you are really happy for me! Don't worry, if the company's performance is good this year, by the end of the year, I will give everyone a big red envelope!" "
Xiao Wu's eyes brightened even more, and he looked at Jiang Tan excitedly, "Mr. Jiang keeps his word!"
Jiang Tan has the final word.
The next moment, the phone rang.
It's Song Zhaozhao.
Jiang Tan frowned, remembering that Zhou Yinghuai told him about Song Zhaozhao and Zheng Heng on the plane.
She quickly answered the call, "Zhaozhao, I just got off the plane, what's wrong?"
"Jiang Tan, it's me." Zheng Heng's voice was hoarse.
Jiang Tan's heart tightened, and he suddenly had a very bad premonition.
"Why is Zhaozhao's cell phone here with you?"
"She is in the hospital. If it is convenient for you, come over and see her and help her pay her medical bills."
Zheng Heng's voice became very weak, and you could tell that he really had the guts to make this call to himself, "My bank card has been frozen, Jiang Tan, please excuse me."
Jiang Tan frowned and his voice became colder and colder: "Mr. Zheng, how could such a good person suddenly end up in the hospital!"
Zheng Heng didn't speak and fell into silence.
Jiang Tan guessed that this matter was closely related to Zheng Heng.
She looked coldly and asked Zheng Heng for his address.
After finishing the report, Jiang Tan sneered and said, "Why didn't you contact Zhou Yinghuai? Zheng Heng, what on earth did you do!"
"Ying Huai knows about this. He is already on his way here. He said that Zhao Zhao is your friend. I want you to know this. Let me. Let me tell you myself."
Jiang Tan was stunned, not expecting that this was Zhou Yinghuai's instruction.
He has changed a lot and has learned to respect her in many things.
But the fact that Song Zhaozhao was injured and admitted to the hospital was too serious, and Jiang Tan's touch was soon replaced by anger.
She spoke with an even colder voice, "Zheng Heng, Zhao Zhao better be fine! Otherwise, I won't let you go!"
In the ward, the smell of disinfectant filled the air.
Zhou Yinghuai knew it before Jiang Tan, so he came earlier.
As soon as he came in, he saw Zheng Heng sitting on the ground with an unshaven beard, his head lowered, and his hands pulling his hair randomly.
"If Tantan sees this crazy look of yours, he will be even more angry." Zhou Yinghuai's voice was light.
When Zheng Heng heard the voice, he raised his head with a haggard face and smiled at Zhou Yinghuai: "You're here."
"How is Song Zhaozhao?"
"She" Zheng Heng's eyes suddenly turned red, obviously distressed, and her voice was hoarse: "She swallowed broken glass and had her stomach lavaged. Her life is not in danger, but her throat..."
Zheng Heng trembled: "The doctor said she can no longer sing."
Song Zhaozhao started his career as a singer. Although he has not rapped any popular songs for so many years, he is still emerging among the new generation of singers and has a promising future.
Zhou Yinghuai looked at Song Zhaozhao on the hospital bed with a solemn expression, "Is there no chance at all?"
"The broken glass cut the throat, and I almost lost my life."
Zheng Heng raised his head and maintained a stiff posture. His eyes were already blood red. He said in a hoarse voice: "I didn't know it would be so serious. I didn't expect that my father would go so far."
"You are his son, he can't do anything to you, but Song Zhaozhao is full of flaws in front of the Zheng family. It's easy for them to treat Song Zhaozhao how they want."
Zheng Heng had to admit that what Zhou Yinghuai said was right.
It was because he was too self-righteous at the beginning that made things deteriorate into the current situation.
Zheng Heng looked ashamed. He frowned, and the pain on his face was self-evident. "I really don't know how I will face Zhaozhao when she wakes up."
In the final analysis, this matter is the Zheng family's fault.
Zheng Heng is the trigger of everything.
As Zhou Yinghuai said before, he was too rash.
"If you can't protect your weakness, don't expose it to others easily."
Zhou Yinghuai's voice was indifferent. He looked at the pain on Zheng Heng's face and said with extreme rationality, "What you should do now is to go back to Zheng's house, apologize to your father, and try your best to suppress this storm."
"You want me to go back now?" Zheng Heng looked at Zhou Yinghuai in astonishment, "Zhaozhao is already like this, and you still want me to go back?"
"Can you change anything if you stay here?" Facing the emotional Zheng Heng, Zhou Yinghuai remained calm:
"As long as you go back, the Zheng family will at least not do anything to Song Zhaozhao again. Zheng Heng, you have no ability to leave the Zheng family, and you cannot control the absolute right to speak in the Zheng family. Under such circumstances, what are you talking about? It’s too selfish to love each other.”
It would be an understatement to say it was a wake-up call.
Zheng Heng thought that he was indeed careless. He just wanted to let Song Zhaozhao stay with him and let Song Zhaozhao and himself have a new future. However, he did not have the actual power to talk about these things. self-awareness
"I know what you mean." Zheng Heng lowered his head in pain, and his voice became unusually soft: "You let me think about it alone, and you let me think about it again."
When Jiang Tan arrived, no one spoke in the ward.
Zhou Yinghuai heard the footsteps, turned to look at Jiang Tan, and said slowly: "Song Zhaozhao's current situation is not stable yet."
"How is her throat?" Jiang Tan's question immediately got to the point.
Zheng Heng on the side did not raise his head or say a word.
Perhaps it was because all this was related to his impulsiveness and recklessness. At this moment, he did not dare to face Jiang Tan.
Zhou Yinghuai could only say: "The doctor said that I can no longer sing."
Jiang Tan's eyes widened with disbelief. She looked at Zhou Yinghuai, and when she came into contact with the latter's determined gaze, the pain in her eyes turned into anger, and she strode towards Zheng Heng.
Happy New Year~
