People in the city seem to like to chase a sick lifestyle, they sway, sing, and refuse to stop in the night......

Fang Zhihe was wearing a British-style plaid sweater and a pair of gray slacks, sitting quietly in the private room of the Green Island Bar, holding a cigarette printed in a foreign language between the index finger and middle finger of his left hand, and the smoke emitted around the cigarette, he looked at the crazy crowd on the stage through the soundproof glass of the private room, and then said leisurely: "She finally entered Han Liang's hospital." ”

"So, do you think she has something to do with Han Ying?" Yan Haochen glanced at the cigarette between Fang Zhihe's fingers and said.

Fang Zhihe raised his arm and put the cigarette in his mouth and took a sullen puff, then extinguished it in the ashtray, "Hmm!"

"Han Ying has been dead for four years, absolutely impossible!"

Fang Zhihe looked at Yan Haochen opposite, reached out and picked up the goblet on the table, poured all the liquid in it into his mouth, and instantly filled his mouth with the aroma of red wine, he put down the wine glass and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed the dial button, "Yan Jin, check how many shares Han Liang of the City Burn Hospital has." ”

"I have already checked, there are 70%, some time ago I said that I would transfer the shares to the United States Han Yu, and then it seems to have been delayed because of the formalities, oh yes, Han Liang was just promoted to vice president last Friday. As an assistant, Yan Jin knew very well the crux of Fang Zhihe's problem, so he kept secretly staring at Han Liang.

"Well, then you can help me check the person who entered the hospital at 11 o'clock last night, his right hand was injured and smashed, and he called me as soon as he found it. ”

"Yes!" Yan Jin replied and hung up the phone.

Yan Haochen didn't expect Fang Zhihe to call Yan Jin, and his heart contracted unconsciously, "My sister...... How is she doing these two days?"

"What do you mean by 'good'?" Fang Zhihe didn't know how to answer Yan Haochen's question, so he asked rhetorically, and when he saw that the other party didn't respond, he spoke again: "Take the shuttle bus to work every morning, sometimes eat work meals at noon, sometimes order takeout, and take the shuttle back to the apartment in the afternoon." ”

"Hmm!" Yan Haochen smiled bitterly, then nodded.

"What are you going to do?

"Me?" Yan Haochen raised his eyes and looked at Fang Zhihe, reached out and took a bottle of Lafite, and said while pouring wine into the wine glasses of the two: "It's possible, maybe it's okay." ”

Fang Zhihe tugged at the corners of his mouth and didn't speak, he knew that Yan Haochen was very conflicted in his heart, he was unwilling to give up and couldn't see hope, so he kept dragging it out like this and didn't make a decision.

"What about you, what are you going to do?" Yan Haochen asked after taking a sip of red wine.

"Didn't think about it!"

"No, just wait a few years to marry Lele!"

Fang Zhihe frowned, and said angrily: "You go, Lele is only 16 years old, and he is still a child." ”

"Then your Fang family is going to be doomed!"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean!" Yan Haochen smiled and continued: "Except for Lele, you don't even look at other women, don't you stop?"

Fang Zhihe sneered, didn't pay attention to Yan Haochen anymore, reached out and picked up the wine glass and put it between his nose and sniffed, then poured the liquid in the cup into his mouth, "The wine is good, let's go!"

Yan Haochen looked at the wine glass in his hand and replied lazily: "Don't send it!"

"Hmm!"