Zhou Ling originally prepared breakfast for the two of them in the kitchen, but when he heard Rong Zheng's words, he couldn't help but wonder, "Isn't it Saturday and Sunday today, why do you still have to go to the company?"

In the past, on Saturdays and Sundays, Rong Zheng would rest at home, unless he wanted to hold an art exhibition or something like that.

But recently, she hasn't heard that Rong Zheng's company is going to open any art exhibitions.

Rong Zheng quickly washed his face, changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, explaining: "There is some work at hand that has not been dealt with in the past few days, so I just took the time to deal with it today." ”

"Oh, then you have some breakfast before you go. ”

Zhou Ling took two bowls of porridge and put them on the table, and one bowl was placed in front of Rong Zheng.

Probably because Rong Zheng was so busy with his own affairs in the past two days that he didn't even take care of his work.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ling felt a little guilty.

The porridge was cooked by Zhou Ling at six o'clock, and it had been cooking for a whole hour now.

The white and tender porridge is fine, smooth, soft and delicious, and exudes a faint fragrance of millet.

Rong Zheng took a bite with a spoon and put it in his mouth, very satisfied.

He had actually been remembering what Wen Zhuo said yesterday, and now it was almost time for Wen Zhuo to sober up, so he hurried over to ask about the situation.

However, he didn't plan to tell Zhou Ling about this, first, he didn't want her to worry, and second, he felt that there was no need for her to know about the company's bad things.

After breakfast, Zhou Ling got up and put away the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Rong Zheng looked at her busy figure, and his heart moved. walked a few steps in front of her, hugged her, and took her into his arms.

The thin lips imprinted a kiss on her forehead, and he hooked the corners of his lips, and a pleasant voice like a piano sounded, "I'll be back soon." ”

Zhou Ling's cheeks jumped two scarlets, pushed him away shyly, and scolded with a low laugh, "Hurry up and go away, don't affect me to wash the dishes." ”

Rong Zheng's picturesque eyebrows bent, and he walked out of the kitchen with a smile.

When people are hungover, they seem to be drowning in the ocean, and the whole person is wandering, and the perception and consciousness have weakened to almost zero.

Therefore, the ancients said that getting drunk relieves a thousand sorrows, that is, they want to immerse themselves in this unconscious state, so that they don't have to think about the trivial things in life and the troubles that can affect their emotions.

But this is only a temporary paralysis, and after a hangover, both physical and mental pain is doubled.

Wen Zhuo was like this now, his shirt was wide open, and his whole body felt as if the bones had been removed and brought back again, and it was extremely sore.

Especially the groggy and sore head, he couldn't help but want to hit his head against the wall.

He could only lean against the head of the bed, his brow furrowed high, and he massaged his temples with his fingers in circular motions.

"Why didn't you think about the consequences when you drank yesterday?"

Song Minghao said coldly, taking out a thermometer from Wen Zhuo's mouth to check it.

After Rong Zheng left yesterday, Song Minghao had been cleaning Wen Zhuo's messy room.

After finally cleaning up, he wanted to lean back on the sofa and sleep for a while, but when it was almost four o'clock, he actually started to burn again.

Song Minghao couldn't give him antipyretics, because alcohol in the human body would increase the adverse reactions of antipyretics and increase toxicity to organs such as the liver.

What's more, he couldn't confirm what caused Wen Zhuo's fever, so he couldn't choose the right antipyretic medicine.

So he used physical cooling to cool Wen Zhuo all night, and originally wanted to take him to the hospital after dawn if his temperature hadn't cooled down.

Fortunately, now the fever has subsided.

But this night can be said to have tortured Song Minghao physically and mentally, and having to endure the disgusting smell of vomit in the house, and not being able to open the window for ventilation is simply the greatest torture for him.

So it's strange that he can still maintain a good temper now.

The corners of Wen Zhuo's mouth turned bitter, and he laughed at himself: "It seems that alcohol paralysis is really an unreliable method. ”

"Haven't you heard of wine when you are sad and even more sorrowful? And what's going on with you? The one you said yesterday is gone, what's going on?"

Song Minghao threw the thermometer back to its original scale mark and put it back in place, poured another glass of warm water and put it on his bedside table.

Wen Zhuo lowered his head and drank the warm water silently, but he didn't want to speak.

What's the situation?

It means that everything he has now will be in vain, and he will be in debt!

The house, the car, and all the assets in his name will be frozen and recovered. Used to pay off debts.

Even so, it's still a drop in the bucket.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Minghao didn't ask uninterestingly, but changed the topic and said, "I ordered a breakfast, and it should be there later." I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up later, and I may have to do a gastroscopy, so I can't eat. ”

I don't know what the cause of my fever yesterday is, so I always have to go to the hospital to confirm it.

"Hmm. Wen Zhuo nodded expressionlessly.

The bell rang outside the door suddenly, Song Minghao hurriedly put down his mobile phone, and said as he walked: "It should be breakfast." ”

It's just that after opening the door, I found that it was not the person who delivered the food, but Rong Zheng.

"Why did you come here so early?" Song Minghao looked surprised, "Aren't you good to accompany Zhou Ling today and Saturday?"

"No, how is Wen Zhuo?"

"The wine has woken up, but I had a fever in the early hours of yesterday morning. I'm going to take him to the hospital after breakfast later. ”

"Well, did he say what's going on with bankruptcy?"

Song Minghao shook his head, "No, he doesn't seem to want to talk about this topic." ”

Wen Zhuo's reaction made Rong Zheng believe that something must have happened to the company, and his heart sank instantly.

After breakfast, Rong Zheng drove the two to the hospital for examination.

There are a lot of people who see a doctor on Saturdays and Sundays, and Song Minghao takes Wen Zhuo's ID card and queues up at the window to register.

In the lounge area of the lobby, there is a TV hanging above it, in which the morning news is playing.

Here's an update on Raven's director fleeing with money. According to this station, since the escape of Wen Heguo, the director of Ruiwen, many companies have been affected because of their participation in investment. According to incomplete statistics, three companies have already suffered serious economic losses due to Raven's fraud, and some are about to go bankrupt. There are also many migrant workers blocking in front of Raven Company to ask for wages, the following is the on-site report brought by our reporter......"

As soon as the picture turned, a group of plainly dressed workers gathered in front of Raven's company, and they pulled a long banner that read, "Black-hearted boss Wen Heguo, pay me back my hard-earned money!"

Those people shouted indignantly, and there were many filming teams around, and even the police came, to maintain order at the scene.

Wen Zhuo's face froze, his eyes stared at the TV for a moment, and his body trembled slightly.