After Zhao Zifeng went to the study, he opened the curtains, opened the window, and a cool wind blew in from outside, making him refreshed and sleepy.

He was sulking alone, and he couldn't get rid of it, so he crossed his hands and walked back and forth in the study twice before calling his male assistant.

The male assistant was sleeping in a daze, reached out and grabbed the phone, and without even looking at his name, he asked impatiently: "Hey, which one?" ”

"Check the information of Kang Haohyun for me, and put it on my desk tomorrow morning."

Zhao Zifeng's unique low and mellow voice, the assistant on the other end of the phone heard it at once, and the drowsiness suddenly disappeared.

He quickly changed his attitude and said respectfully: "Okay, Mr. Zhao, don't worry." ”

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Zifeng held the mobile phone and checked it, feeling as if his brain was not listening, so he had to walk to the computer desk and turn on the computer to deal with business.

Attempts to distract ourselves from business will not be known until tomorrow at the earliest.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that I vaguely felt sleepy, and I went back to the bedroom, didn't turn on the light, and felt the bed in the dark.

And the figure on the other side of the bed is still in that position.

It may be that she fell asleep too late last night, and Sun Mengjiao got up late in the morning.

The sun had risen so high that it was shining straight through the windows and setting in every corner of the room.

She was a little uncomfortable for a while, blocked her eyes with her hand, closed her eyes, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the other side of the bed, which was empty.

He came back to sleep last night, and Sun Mengjiao also knew, but when he left in the morning, he didn't know.

She lowered her eyes and fell on the side where he had slept, her mind fluctuated slightly, she lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and after a simple wash, she went directly to the hospital with her bag.

Where does she still have the heart to take care of the company now?

Sun Zhenxing is her only relative, she can't ignore family affection for the sake of work, and a person's life is only once.

When she arrived at the hospital, there was a gap in the door of the ward, and several doctors and nurses surrounded Sun Zhenxing.

She was shocked, and the nervous and scared feeling of yesterday rose from the bottom of her heart again.

She walked nervously to the ward, her steps very slow, out of the fear in her heart.

I'm afraid that Sun Zhenxing will suddenly ......

"Mengjiao, you're here."

Sun Zhenxing saw Sun Mengjiao walk in with a pale face, and tried to hold up a smile, trying to make her not worry.

But I didn't expect the tone of the words to be extremely weak, and the voice was hoarse.

Sun Mengjiao wanted to respond with a smile, but she couldn't, because she saw that Sun Zhenxing's face was as pale as a piece of paper, with a fistula inserted in his shriveled arm, and the dialysis machine was running all the time.

The dark red blood is drawn from the body through the catheter, then washed through the dialysis machine and returned to the body.

It turned out that she was doing dialysis, Sun Mengjiao turned her face sideways to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, walked to the bedside, and chatted with Sun Zhenxing to disperse the pain of dialysis.

For so many years, Sun Zhenxing has always relied on dialysis to take medicine, and he survived, and his life is a hospital except for a hospital.

Sun Mengjiao was very heartbroken, but she was powerless and felt deeply remorseful.

At this time, Zhao Zifeng had already arrived at the company, and when he walked into the office, there was a "bang", and the door was closed very loudly, as if to show someone's unhappy mood.

Zhao Zifeng's eyebrows swept indifferently across the desktop, and a document with a photo jumped into view.

He unbuttoned the collar of his handmade suit, sat down on a leather chair, and flipped through Kang Haohyun's information.

In his brain bank, Kang Haohyun is a partner of the entertainment company he works with, and he can recognize it, but he hasn't checked the bottom of this person.

He lit a cigarette, took a heavy puff, and slowly exhaled it, smoke curling.

He held his cigarette fingers, pinched the information, and flipped through the past page by page, without missing a word.

It turns out that there is more than one identity, and the heart is not good, this person is not simple.

Zhao Zifeng closed the information, threw it into the drawer casually, raised his eyebrows, extinguished half of the cigarette in the ashtray, picked up the internal phone and said, "Let Sun Mengjiao come to my office." ”

After the assistant heard the order, he immediately went to the project department to find Sun Mengjiao.

Who knew that after running over panting, she couldn't find it in the office of the project department, and pulled the person from her department to ask: "Where is Director Sun?" ”

The people in the project department blinked their eyes and said in confusion: "Director Sun, I haven't been to the company today." ”

The assistant hurried back to report again.

"Mr. Zhao, Director Sun, I didn't come to work today."

Standing in the office, he felt that the air pressure in the room was very low, even if he stood three meters away from Mr. Zhao, he could still feel it clearly.

From yesterday to now, he can feel that Mr. Zhao's mood is very unhappy, and he can't help but be a little apprehensive, and from time to time he raises his eyes to glance at Mr. Zhao's expression, waiting for an opportunity to go out.

Mr. Zhao's temperament has been followed for so long, if he starts a fire, no one will be able to resist it.

"Get out!"

A loud roar, with anger.

The assistant quickly lowered his head and walked out backwards, not daring to look up at him, until he closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Zifeng was thinking about it, it was very wrong to see her since yesterday, Kang Haoxun sent her back, her face was so bad, she didn't have anything to say to him, and she was not in the company today......

All kinds of signs show that Sun Mengjiao must have something to hide from him.

Instead of guessing, it's better to give a phone call and ask.

He played with his mobile phone, turned his head left and right, his knuckled hands were very flexible, and finally straightened it and called Sun Mengjiao.

Didi beeped twice, and before it could be connected, it was hung up directly.

Zhao Zifeng was immediately furious, and his palm slapped heavily on the table with a "snap".

Dare to hang up his phone, his guts are really getting fatter and fatter!

In annoyance, he slammed his phone on the table, and it hit the computer base, making a crashing sound.

The assistant outside, although he couldn't hear it so clearly, could still hear one or two, and he was very glad that he had come out in anticipation.

Otherwise, the only person who is suffering in it now and facing the stormy anger of Mr. Zhao is himself.

……

Two and a half hours later, the dialysis was completed, Sun Zhenxing was already weak, he couldn't speak, only half-open his eyes, trying to provoke his eyes, and wanted to smile, but it was more ugly than crying, and the wrinkles on his face were piled up.

Sun Mengjiao couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and persuaded with red eyes: "Dad, you are tired and sleep for a while, I am here with you." ”

Sun Zhenxing's hand also lost its strength, resting on the bed sheet, and he could only move his fingers.

He actually didn't want Sun Mengjiao to see him like this, for fear that she would be worried and sad.

But it backfired......

Sun Zhenxing's dialysis once meant that he spent a lot of mental and physical strength, and he was inevitably weak and weak, and gradually fell asleep.

The doctor said it was normal.

But Sun Mengjiao knew that Sun Zhenxing's body was deteriorating step by step, and the time interval between dialysis was very long before, and after dialysis, Sun Zhenxing still had the spirit to talk and laugh with her.

But not anymore.

She silently stayed by the bedside, didn't say a word, and just looked at Sun Zhenxing quietly.

If you can watch it for a while, you can spend a while with it, and in the future, I'm afraid you won't have this opportunity.

Staying in the hospital all year round, he can't get the sun, he can't get normal nutrition, he is skinny, his skin is unusually white, and even the wrinkles have covered his entire face, and he can't squeeze out a little bit of meat.

Her father, who had suffered too much.

"Dad, I love you!"

Her voice came from deep in her chest, low, but heartfelt and sincere.

But she hasn't fulfilled her filial piety yet, and she is going to face life and death.

If she could, how she wished that she could turn back time and let her go back to her childhood, without illness, without so many grievances and grievances, they simply lived.

Those good things are really luxuries when I think about it now.

……

"Mr. Kang, according to the results of the examination, it seems that your condition is stable and there is no problem."

The doctor in a white coat came out of the cardiac ultrasound room side by side with Kang Haoxun and analyzed the results.

Kang Haohyun chuckled and nodded, "Well, you don't need to pay attention to anything, right?" ”

The doctor thought about it and advised, "I told Mr. Kang before, you can't be happy and sad, and you can't be too emotional, these have a great impact on the heart. ”

The corners of Kang Haohyun's lips curled, stuffed the inspection report to the bodyguard, and walked towards Sun Zhenxing's ward with his hands in his pockets.

Sun Mengjiao will definitely come again today.

Sure enough, when he reached the door of the ward, he peeked in through the window.

Sun Mengjiao was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, crying alone, with a distressed and worried face, while Sun Zhenxing on the hospital bed closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

He sighed, the family affection in the world is also difficult to give up, gently pushed the door open, and walked in.

I don't know if his footsteps were too soft, or if Sun Mengjiao's mind was all on Sun Zhenxing's body, she didn't notice Kang Haoxun coming in.

"Mengjiao, your dad just finished dialysis, right?"

He swept the fistula on Sun Zhenxing's arm, and deliberately lowered his voice and asked, not wanting to disturb Sun Zhenxing's rest.

Sun Mengjiao wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, wiped away her tears, and then nodded.

"Your dad will definitely not wake up for a while, I will take you to dinner, and when you are full, you will have the energy to take care of him."

Kang Haohyun couldn't help but reach out and wanted to wipe the tears from her fair cheeks for her, but she stretched out halfway and retracted it, grabbing her wrist directly.

Sun Mengjiao was helpless, put his hand away and said, "Okay." ”

Kang Haohyun was a little disappointed about her rejection of herself, but for the sake of her low mood, she didn't plan to care too much.

The two men got out of the inpatient unit and walked down a tree-lined path outside the hospital.

Kang Haohyun swept the heavy dark blue under her eyes, frowning slightly, "Didn't you sleep well last night?" ”

Sun Mengjiao hummed absentmindedly.

"Mengjiao, listen to me, the only person your father can't rest assured about now must be you, you must take care of yourself, otherwise think about it, how much does your uncle worry about you?"

Kang Haohyun walked in front of her, holding her shoulder armor with both hands, and said with a solemn face.

He couldn't bear to see Sun Mengjiao so sad, for Sun Zhenxing's sake, he couldn't eat or sleep well, and the whole person was thin and out of shape.

Sun Mengjiao looked at Kang Haoyun in a daze, a little moved in her heart, pursed her lips, and nodded.

……

Liang Yishu stepped on high heels, carried a bag in his hand, walked elegantly and calmly, and came to Zhao Zifeng's office with a capable momentum.

The assistant wanted to report, but was stopped by Liang Yishu.

"When do you see me coming, and I need to knock?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly, as if to explain her peculiarity in Zhao Zifeng's heart.

The assistant couldn't hold on any longer, so he was busy on his own.

Liang Yishu pushed the door directly, and as soon as he shouted, he was startled by Zhao Zifeng's sharp and angry eyes that suddenly turned around.

"Sub-peak ......"

Her words stuck in her throat and she swallowed them all back, and although his eyes withdrew in time when he saw him, they were deeply imprinted in her mind.

Zhao Zifeng, whom she knows, will not show such emotions for the sake of trivial things, and even whatever she encounters at work, she has always been calm.

"Something?"

Zhao Zifeng held the mobile phone and stared at it all the time, his face was ugly, except for raising his eyes when he first entered the door, his attention was now on the mobile phone.