Wen Zhuo's sober state didn't last long, but he lay on the bed like mud for a moment, no matter what Rong Zheng and Song Minghao called, they didn't react.

"Rong Zheng, why don't you go home first, Zhou Ling just came out of the police station today and needs your company. I'll do it here. ”

Song Minghao somehow found a pair of yellow latex gloves from the bathroom and put them on, and began to clean up the dirty sheets and floor.

"Okay, if there's anything to call me about. ”

Now, that's all it can do.

Wen Zhuo definitely needs someone to stay and take care of him in this state, but today Xiao Ling just came out of the police station, he really had a concern, so he accepted his arrangement.

"Well, I know, go back and say hello to Zhou Ling for me. ”

Accepting these two major events overnight is still a test of Song Minghao's mental endurance.

Fortunately, he has always had no expression, and even if he is anxious, he rarely reveals it.

"Hmm. ”

Rong Zheng nodded slightly, and helped them close the door when he left.

Back in the car, Wen Zhuo's words kept lingering in his mind.

Could it be that his company is really bankrupt? But Rong Zheng, who has been working in the company, has not received any news.

Not even the slightest precursor.

Shaking his swollen and aching head, Rong Zheng set his eyes on the road ahead and began to concentrate on driving.

Forget it, let's wait until Wen Zhuo wakes up tomorrow and ask what is going on.

It's been an eventful time lately, and he's been overwhelmed by waves of things.

Parking the car in the parking lot, Rong Zheng took the car keys, and just wanted to lock the car, when he suddenly noticed a black figure flashing in the rearview mirror.

His heart tightened, but he locked the car without changing his face. Then he lightened his footsteps and walked to the back of the car.

Rong Zheng put one hand in his pocket, holding the Swiss Army knife on the keychain tightly, his nerves tensed all the time, and his eyes poked into the back of the car.

But there was nothing in the back of the car except for a garbage bag that I don't know who had left it here.

Could it be that he was wrong?

Rong Zheng shook his head, the hand that clenched the saber loosened, and secretly sighed that his nerves had been so tense recently that he had hallucinations.

He went back to the door, made sure nothing had fallen on the car, and then entered the elevator and pressed down the fifth floor.

The moment the elevator door closed, a black figure slowly stepped out from behind the concrete pillar.

He wears a crisp black suit, glasses, and a document in his hand.

He glanced down at the content on the information and whispered: "Rong Zheng, due to the internal reasons of the instrument, the product character is incomplete, and it cannot meet the requirements of the guests, and the product is judged to be ...... failure."

In black and white, a few lines of bold small Song characters recorded all the information about Rong Zheng in detail.

The man read it quickly, pulled a black pen from the pocket of his suit jacket, and crossed the small box on the last line of the document.

When he was done, he folded the paper squarely, put it properly in an earthy brown brown paper bag, and then carefully sealed it.

The corners of the man's mouth outlined a strange smile, which looked cold and terrifying in the dim light.

Back at home, Rong Zheng gently unscrewed the card door, bent down to take off his shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

He first went to the bathroom outside to wash his hands, changed into pajamas, and came to the door of the master bedroom, only to find that the light inside was still on.

Hasn't Xiao Ling slept yet?

Rong Zheng glanced down at his phone, and the screen showed that it was already 2:40 in the morning.

Almost visibly frowning, he put his phone back in his pocket before pushing the door open.

In the simple and solid color quilt, Zhou Ling wrapped himself like a zongzi sleeping on the fragrance.

Her delicate face seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light under the bright yellow light, removing all her usual sharp edges, and replacing it with only endless tenderness and tranquility.

Is this lamp reserved for him?

At this time, Rong Zheng's heart was like a lamp at the head of Zhou Ling's bed, but the insignificant light illuminated the entire room, exuding a little warmth.

Zhou Ling has insomnia and likes to sleep peacefully in a completely dark environment.

Therefore, when the master bedroom was renovated, they specially chose blackout curtains and soundproof walls.

Now, she has a lamp for herself.

The corners of Rong Zheng's mouth couldn't help but rise, and when he saw Zhou Ling's frowning slightly because of the light, he turned off the light lightly, and then lay down beside her.

The air conditioner was silently emitting cold air, Rong Zheng covered Zhou Linglu's cold feet outside with a quilt, and then hugged her waist and fell asleep sweetly.

A good night's sleep......

In the early morning of the next day, when Rong Zheng woke up, Zhou Ling was brushing his teeth in the bathroom.

He walked to the bathroom door in his pajamas and smiled, "Why don't you sleep more?"

Zhou Ling rolled his eyes and said inarticulately: "I slept for more than ten hours yesterday, and even pigs can't sleep like this." ”

"Then what are your plans for today?" he walked over to Zhou Ling, and also squeezed on the toothpaste to brush his teeth.

Zhou Ling paused as he brushed his teeth, and a trace of loss flashed across his face.

Although the company's decision on her has not yet come down, Zhou Ling knows in her heart that she may not be able to stay any longer.

Even though she was not actually imprisoned, she spent several days in the detention center.

No one would want someone who has squatted in the detention center to become their colleague or subordinate, not to mention that she has offended Zhao Xiaoxiao to death.

Although Du Fenglei used means to force Zhao Xiaoxiao's family to let him go, his hand couldn't reach the radio, and even if he could, Zhou Ling didn't feel that he was qualified to let him reach out to help.

It's this time that it's Rong Zheng's face that is watched.

Therefore, Rong Zheng's question really stopped Zhou Ling.

She habitually wakes up early, but she doesn't know how to spend the next full time, and where she should go.

Should she be more sensible and write a resignation report and leave the company, or should she stay at home and wait for the company's decision?

But Zhou Ling knew that she could only choose the second option.

Even if it was very unlikely, she didn't want to give up.

In the current situation, a job like this is too important for her.

Zhou Ling wrung out the towel and hung the towel that was still emitting heat on the shelf, before he spoke: "I'm going to be at home today, and I'm not going anywhere!"

Her tone was relaxed and natural, but Rong Zheng heard tiredness and helplessness from it.

Knowing that Zhou Ling didn't like to show his helpless side too much in front of others, Rong Zheng didn't ask any more questions.

After brushing his teeth after taking Zhou Ling's place, Rong Zheng said again: "I'm going to the company today to deal with things, and I may come back later." ”