A black taxi slowly pulled up in front of the restaurant.

The uniformed driver got out of the car and trotted, went around half of the body, and opened the back door for Zhang Yiman with his white hand.

Zhang Yiman got into the car, the door was carefully closed, and she lowered the window.

Zhang Yaohui leaned on the window and said, "Then Dad will leave first, you and Lin Qin have a good time." ”

"Got it!" Zhang Yiman waved his hand.

"Pay attention to safety, don't panic when you are recognized on the road, if you can't leave, call ......" Zhang Yaohui told him halfway, pondered for a while, and said, "Forget it, I'll let Xiao Chen stay and follow you." ”

"No need, Dad!" Zhang Yiman waved vigorously.

"If you have a problem, remember to find the police, take a beautiful photo when you play, remember to send it to your father, and ......"

"Okay, Dad, let's go! The plane is too late!" Zhang Yiman pushed her father's head and was about to rush out.

Zhang Yaohui stepped back a little and asked the driver to send his daughter to his destination in cherry blossom language, driving carefully on the road.

The driver immediately turned sideways and bowed, almost slamming his head to the co-pilot's cushion, saying that he would definitely deliver Ling Qianjin to her destination safely.

Zhang Yaohui stood up straight and waved at his daughter with a smile.

The car started slowly.

Zhang Yiman said goodbye to his father with a bright smile, and even turned around and watched his father's figure get smaller and smaller through the back window of the car, until he was completely out of sight.

"I have a really good relationship with my father~" The driver smiled and sighed in the non-standard but fluent Chinese.

Zhang Yiman showed a simple and simple smile, then took out a small note from his pocket and handed it to the driver: "Go here." ”

Driver: "......"

The driver pulled over, took the note, and started the car again in silence. He didn't speak again.

Zhang Yiman picked up the phone and said in a pleasant tone: "Uncle, I just finished lunch with my father, and now I'm here~!"

"Enter from the intersection, under the street sign in front, right?"

"Is the phone running out of battery?Then let's wait a minute, should we find a place to charge it first?Oops,It's not that charging!~ It's to charge your phone...... Ah, yes, I have a power bank in my bag! ”

"Okay, wait for me!" Zhang Yiman hung up the phone, snapped his fingers, looked at the winter scene outside the window, and hummed the cheerful "Summer" in his heart.

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[Aidu] has been one of the world's top five records for a long time, and the pattern of the record industry has basically been fixed, and it is difficult to make major changes. The previous CEO wanted to extend his tentacles to the idol field and do fan economy, but with little success, he had connections, resources, and money, but even an idol was not popular, and the companies [Blue Whale] and [Xingyan], which were pushed one by one, were beaten to the ground, and they withdrew their tentacles.

After Zhang Yaohui became the helm of the company, what he wanted to do was not only to consolidate the position of [Aidu] in the record industry. He also wants to lead the company to gain more market value and leave his own personal mark on the company.

Entering the film and television industry is Zhang Yaohui's goal.

"The people from Huaya Pictures have booked a restaurant at the Huade Hotel. ”

"Hmm. ”

"The chairman of Tokai Pictures invites you to a drinking party in the evening. ”

"Say I'm not available. ”

The secretary held the tablet and reported the afternoon's itinerary.

Zhang Yaohui went to the capital this time to collect the net in response to the investigation in the previous months. The acquisition has been determined to be acquired, and the shares that should be bought for layout will be bought, and several other executives of other film companies have also negotiated, and they can be dug up at any time, all kinds of things, so that Zhang Yaohui wants to stay with his daughter for a birthday, but he can only go to work.

After he was promoted, although he became more idle than before, as Zhang Yiman said, he couldn't push it off when he was busy. In the position of CEO, even if some businesses are easy and simple, they must be dispatched by Zhang Yaohui, because now Zhang Yaohui represents the company and there is no one to replace.

Zhang Yaohui's ambition is not strong, and the reason why he wants to strive for the top can be said to be because of his daughter.

If Zhang Yiman is just a little singer who debuts according to his interests, then he will be almost in the position of director. With money, time, raising a dog at home, accompanying my daughter, and occasionally helping my daughter promote collaborations with other artists, life is very happy.

However, her daughter is extremely talented in music, God appreciates food, and she is born to sing, so she is obviously heading towards the road of the queen of heaven. Zhang Yaohui knew that his daughter enjoyed singing, and he couldn't say "Girl, don't sing so well, otherwise it should be the day after tomorrow", so in order to continue to shelter his daughter from the wind and rain, intercept the filth and filth in the circle, and let his daughter sing with peace of mind, he can only walk up with his daughter and climb up with him.

The secretary's debriefing was over, and there was a moment of silence in the car.

Zhang Yaohui suddenly said to the secretary: "Now that I talk to Xiaoman about work, she won't be bored." During the dinner just now, they talked to me about economics. ”

When Zhang Yaohui said this, his tone couldn't help showing off.

The secretary listened with a smile and sighed: "Xiaoman has grown up." ”

The secretary has been working with Zhang Yaohui for ten years, and knows what this means.

"Yes, Xiao Man has grown up. Zhang Yaohui said.

Zhang Yaohui knows what the reason for the change of his daughter.

To a certain extent, it is the influence that Han Jue has brought to his daughter, which makes her better.

Zhang Yaohui could also feel that Han Jue was also precious to Xiao Man, and he was careful not to let her be hurt by the outside world.

It's just a pity.

It's a pity for Han Jue. It's a pity for them.

If Han Jue didn't have the concerns that he didn't dare to entrust, Han Jue would simply be a good son-in-law.

Listening to his daughter, he has been calling his daughter less and less recently, and the contact between the two has become less and less, Zhang Yaohui breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but also a little disappointed that he didn't want to admit.

Is this a retreat?

Do you only like it to this extent?

Zhang Yaohui asked the secretary, "Where is Han Jue now?"

"Han Jue's studio has posted a photo of him, and the latest news was posted an hour ago, and he watched the exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum. In the previous one, Han Jue was picking up a book in a bookstore, holding a collection of John Donne's poems. ”

Zhang Yaohui thought for a moment and remembered: "Oh, that poet who has to secretly marry every time he gets married." ”

The secretary admired Zhang Yaohui's erudition.

Zhang Yaohui said: "When he was about 30 years old, he married a 17-year-old girl, and his career was completely ruined. So, if ......"

"Be careful!"

"Bang!"

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"The front is there. The driver of the taxi glanced at the back seat from the rearview mirror.

Zhang Yiman said thank you to the driver in Huaxia and Sakura respectively, in exchange for the driver's uncle's shy smile.

Zhang Yiman took out the mirror and checked his mask and clothing for the last time, especially after confirming that his red hair was all hidden in a knitted hat, he jumped out of the car with a canvas satchel and a happy look. Although she knew that Han Jue and the others were not outside, she just couldn't help but look for Han Jue.

As soon as he thought that he would be able to see Han Jue soon, his fingers played a tune on the satchel.

"What are you going to do next?" At noon, I deliberately left my stomach and didn't eat enough, so I planned to go to eat something with my uncle later. Oops, I didn't bring a guitar, otherwise I could have sung to my uncle when I went to the park to play. It's a pity that it's not spring, otherwise when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, it will look good......]

It's in place.

The "guest ......" driver stopped at the roadside parking and turned his head.

Zhang Yiman's clenched mobile phone rang slightly.

"Buzz Buzz Buzz Bum ~"

Zhang Yiman wanted to get out of the car and answer the phone again, but when he saw that the driver had intercepted the words behind him, he smiled and signaled that he could wait for Zhang Yiman to finish the call before talking, Zhang Yiman bowed slightly and quickly picked up the phone.

"Hey?" Zhang Yiman was wearing a mask, and his voice was muffled, like a layer of door.

The person on the other side of the phone was a woman, speaking in a calm and soft tone.

The other party spoke Sakura Chinese, and Zhang Yiman couldn't understand, "Ah, I'm sorry, I don't understand." ”

Just as she wanted to ask Mr. Driver to help her translate, the opposite side stumbled for a while, and after a few seconds, a young man came over to speak, and he repeated what he had just said in Huaxia: "Hello, this is Shuntendo Hospital affiliated to Shuntendo University! Are you the daughter of Mr. Zhang Yaohui?"

"Ah, yes, yes, I'm his daughter, what's wrong with him?......"

"Ling Zun is now in a car accident and is in first aid. The emergency contact number on his phone shows your number, so he took the liberty of calling you, please ask if you are in ...... now"

Zhang Yiman held up his mobile phone, opened his mouth slightly, and fell into childhood in an instant.

White walls, white sheets, blue curtains. The sun is shining in abundantly, but it is always covered with dust. The air was mixed with the smell of disinfectant and urine, and the sounds of coughing, talking, and the hurried footsteps of nurses were always intertwined.

Regarding the earliest memories in his life, Zhang Yiman can remember when he was four years old.

In the few memory fragments that can't tell the time before and after, my mother appeared.

If you don't watch the video at that time, you can't remember my mother's face. All she remembered was that her mother's head was bare, she was very thin, she looked small, and if her mother's students came to visit her, she would wear a hat.

In Zhang Yiman's memory, she once went to see her mother and told her about what happened in kindergarten, who wanted to marry her as a wife, and who wanted to be her boyfriend.

Mom just listened happily and didn't speak, and always listened to it and tears flowed out.

She didn't understand anything at the time, thinking that her mother was in pain, so she came to her mother's dry hand and gently blew on the eye of the needle that was being infused, saying that it didn't hurt or hurt.

Mom laughed.

Then she smiled reassuringly and wiped away her mother's tears.

"Boyfriends and husbands have to be looked for well. ”

"I'm looking for the same one as my father!"

Mom sneered, "Your dad wasn't very good when he was younger. ”

"Then I'm looking for a better one than Dad!"

Mom's tears were wiped more and more.

She hurriedly went to blow the needle for her mother. After blowing for a while, she asked her mother:

"Mom, when are you okay?"

"It's going to be right away. ”

"When is that going to be?"

"It's going to be ...... right away"

What her mother said at that time, Zhang Yiman can't remember clearly. Connecting this memory is that she was changed into a black dress, sat in front of her mother's photo, and kept vigil. She watched in a hurry as her mother's students and friends came over and touched her head, and then cried over her mother's picture.

At that time, she didn't understand what was happening, but the palpitating panic and uneasiness, Zhang Yiman always remembered.

Now that feeling is coming again.

Zhang Yiman covered her heart, took a deep breath, and told the other party in a trembling voice that she was in Tokyo and would go over immediately.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Driver, can you take me to the hospital?" Zhang Yiman hung up the phone, wiped a handful of tears, and asked the driver with a crying voice, "Excuse me! Please hurry up! ......Hurry up."