Zhou Ling laughed angrily at his sudden words, "Don't you tell me that you want to go home early because you're thinking about this kind of thing?"

Rong Zheng hurriedly shook his head, but the roots of his ears turned red inexplicably, "I think I have nothing to do." ”

Zhou Ling rolled his eyes, "You're not a doctor." ”

Zhou Ling insisted, and Rong Zheng had no choice, although he knew that he really had nothing to do.

"Well, then you go home and sleep, you can't sleep well here. ”

The hospital beds are very small, and you can't stretch out when you sleep here. Although there are no other patients in his ward, there are always others in the hospital, and it is not as quiet as at home.

Rong Zheng noticed that Zhou Ling had a lot of documents in her bag, and thought that she was here to deal with work matters.

The hospital was too noisy to affect her.

"It's okay, I slept well, you don't have to worry about me. ”

Zhou Ling didn't care, although this small bed was small and hard, it was better than running at both ends.

Rong Zheng wanted to say something more, but when he saw Zhou Ling's tired face, he could only shut up.

He was very distressed, and he hated that he couldn't do anything now.

"Miss Zhou, can you come out with us?"

A man in a police uniform pushed open the door and shouted at Zhou Ling inside.

This person, she remembers, is the police officer who took notes for her yesterday.

The perpetrator was not caught, and Zhou Ling always felt unstable in his heart.

There were basically no cars on that road at night, and she didn't have an accident every time she went home, so the car accident happened too strangely.

"Officer, is there any news about the perpetrator?"

The policeman looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, Miss Zhou, we haven't caught that person yet." We checked according to the characteristics of the vehicle you mentioned, and we have not found any suspicious vehicles yet. ”

"How come? Is there really no other camera there?" Zhou Ling's heart sank, how did this car hit someone as if it was sunk into the sea.

"There was a camera in that place, but the place where it happened was the blind spot of the camera. So we didn't find any useful news either. I came to Miss Zhou today mainly to find out, and Miss Zhou still remembers other clues. For example, do the people in the car have any distinguishing features? ”

Zhou Ling shook his head, "I don't remember, it happened too suddenly." I didn't have time to react, I just knew that my boyfriend was already in a pool of blood when it happened, and the car had fled. ”

The policeman who questioned him was also sad, he had seen a lot of car accident and escape cases, and he had never seen such a tricky one this time, and there were no useful clues at all.

"Well, if Miss Zhou has any clues, you must contact us in time. ”

"Well, okay. ”

Seeing off the police, Zhou Ling fell silent.

She always felt that this car accident was too unusual, how could it be so coincidental that it was actually a blind spot of the camera's field of vision?

It's really hard to think about.

As long as the perpetrator is not caught, she always feels that there is a timed/hourly/explosive/bomb that has not been dismantled.

Because there was not enough evidence, the perpetrator was never caught.

Time passed bit by bit, and finally the day when Rong Zheng was discharged from the hospital.

At that time, Zhou Ling's work was also completed, and Taili finally gave her annual leave a week before the Chinese New Year.

As early as when Rong Zheng was hospitalized, Zhou Ling had already helped Rong Zheng pack all his things in the rental house to his home.

Rong Zheng didn't have many things, and Zhou Ling cleaned up and realized that Rong Zheng didn't even have a few clothes, and the most were those paintings.

She secretly thought in her heart that after the year-end bonus was issued, she must buy a few more clothes for Rong Zheng!

Originally, she thought that she would finally have time to be alone with Rong Zheng for a while, how can I say that the two of them are now in love.

Unexpectedly, Rong Zheng became even busier after being discharged from the hospital. His company was going to hold an art exhibition, and this matter was arranged for Rong Zheng.

Zhou Ling was very unhappy when he knew the news, and complained to his boss a few words.

"You just got out of the hospital, and your boss is thinking about squeezing you, how do you feel more unscrupulous than my boss. ”

Rong Zheng smiled and wrapped Zhou Ling in his arms, and said seriously: "This matter is a good opportunity for me to exercise. Moreover, this exhibition company invited a more famous painter, and I can learn a lot from receiving him. ”

The most important thing is that after this exhibition is successful, he will have a considerable income, and his future prospects will be better and better.

Recently he had his eye on a nice house and needed a down payment of a million. And the money he is saving now is a drop in the bucket for this million.

Of course, he didn't tell Zhou Ling about this, and he didn't want Zhou Lingkong to be happy before the house was in hand.

Zhou Ling pinched his fingers boredly, "Okay, okay, but I have to go home before eight o'clock in the evening!"

"Got it!

Zhou Ling snorted and laughed, "I found that you have been getting more and more flamboyant lately." ”

I don't know where he learned it, but she thinks this man's mouth has been getting sweeter and sweeter since they were together.

The two got tired of it for a while, and Rong Zheng hurriedly went out. Zhou Ling was bored and was about to lie down to sleep, but the mobile phone screen suddenly lit up.

She clicked on it and saw that it was an unread message from Rong Zheng, with only four simple words on it: Wait for me to come back.

Her heart was suddenly as sweet as being poured with honey, and looking at the four words on the screen, for some reason Rong Zheng's expression was automatically described in her mind.

Thinking about it, I actually fell asleep with my phone in my hand.

Because the exhibition will be held before the Chinese New Year, the time is definitely very tight for Rong Zheng.

The painter Wen Zhuo invited today had just returned from abroad, and his task today was to pick him up at the airport.

Speaking of this person, his name is Feng Aishan, and he is a well-known Chinese painting painter in the industry. It is said that one of his paintings sold for up to 30 million.

Rong Zheng has worked in Wen Zhuo's training institution for so long, and he knows more about painting.

On the flight at four o'clock, Rong Zheng arrived at the airport an hour early, for fear of neglecting the master.

Finally, at four o'clock, the airport indicated that the flight had arrived. It didn't take long for him to see a group of people coming out of the VIP passage.

He had seen a photo of Feng Aishan, at this time he was wearing a Tang suit, and there was an assistant next to him.

"Hello Mr. Feng, my name is Rong Zheng, and I am in charge of your itinerary for the past few days. ”

Rong Zheng stretched out his hand, bowed slightly, and smiled.

Feng Aishan couldn't help but look at him, he looked quite handsome, and even the etiquette was perfect.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you for the next few days. Feng Aishan smiled politely and didn't say much.

Rong Zheng understands that a famous painter like him is naturally a little arrogant.