Chapter XII
"Rong'er, I haven't seen my family for a long time, how are you doing lately?" Xu Yayue said mildly on the phone.
"Oh, auntie, it's been a long time since I've heard your voice, and I miss you very much, but Yu and I have been very busy lately." Tang Jingrong hurriedly pressed his hand at the staff, and everyone suddenly didn't dare to come out.
"Hehe, yes, Zhuo Yu has been coming back late late, and we rarely see him, by the way, is Xiaoya back? I seemed to see her that day. β
Tang Jingrong's face changed, and he hurriedly said, "Where is it!" β
"At home, it seems that she sent Zhuo Yu back, I saw that she left in a hurry without saying hello, and at first I thought it was you?"
"Recently, Zhuo Yu has had some official matters, and he has some contact with his sister."
"If you are free, you invite her back for a meal, I haven't seen her for many years, that girl is very busy, and she doesn't say hello to us when she comes back, she is startled, and it makes us itch in our hearts."
Xu Yayue thought of Tang Zheya's hurried back that morning, and laughed happily, where was the tone of blaming her for not saying hello to them when she came back.
Tang Jingrong's mood sank into the valley, and after a cold conversation with her future mother-in-law, she hung up the phone.
That night, she couldn't get in touch with him, and apparently, they were together.
Yu, why do you want to do this? Is it for work, or for feelings?
Yu, what are you thinking?!!!
"Rong'er, you don't have to fight so hard, you don't need it now or in the future."
"Yes, I'll raise you."
These words, as well as all the things in the past ten years, will all hover in her mind, and whether it is ten years ago or ten years later, Yan Zhuoyu always makes her conflicted, so that she can't see clearly, who is right and wrong, in the end, who is the favorite in his heart!
She stared blankly at the embarrassed appearance of crying flowers and makeup in the mirror, and suddenly felt that she couldn't even tolerate herself like this, so she got up suddenly, swept off a table of cosmetics, and kept rubbing her hands on the mirror, no! She doesn't allow it!
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Tang Zheya flipped through the thick cooperation cases sent by various companies on the office table, and had a headache, it was too popular, and it was really not a good thing.
Now, she can't leave the office for a moment, like an invisible rope, tightly holding her.
Looking at the pointer on the wall, she called home and asked her father how he was doing today.
It wasn't until she got out that he and his mother were out playing ball that she smiled.
That's the only thing she can do at the moment.
"Yaping?" She looked down and dialed another number.
Li Yaping hurriedly ripped off his mask and walked out of the laboratory.
"Xiaoya? Why did you suddenly think to call me? "It's not unsurprising to him that she should have been busy with the development of a new project recently.
"That's right, I want to ask you about my father." She spoke in a low tone.
Li Yaping's heart sank, and he already knew what he meant.
"I received a call from the First People's Hospital...
He furrowed his eyebrows, sighed, and no longer hidden.
"Yes, the teacher's situation is indeed very serious, I have advised him many times, you know... He shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
"Yes, thank you so much for taking care of my father over the years, I... In the future, please help! Her tone was sincere and sincere, but she couldn't hide her thick self-reproach.
Li Yaping was silent with the phone, raising his eyes to look at the vast mountain scenery around him, Tang Zheya's appearance at this time was as clear as a movie, showing in front of his eyes.
In fact, at their first meeting, the teacher hinted that he hoped to entrust Tang Zheya to her, after all, only he knew the teacher's physical condition.
He was very surprised, because he didn't even have an impression of what Tang Zheya looked like, but since he saw it, he didn't have a sense of alienation and distance at all.
After working together for many years, he admired Tang Jiaxiu very much, and if it weren't for his hand, he would not have been able to have today's results as an ordinary graduate student at that time.
Later, he thought about it carefully, why did he feel this way, Tang Zheya and Tang Jiaxiu were so similar, especially their personalities, that he had a kind of appreciation and pity for this woman, for no reason. He understands better than anyone else the truest needs and understandings of her heart.
"Don't worry, I will definitely cooperate with you." He promised.
"Thank you." She smiled with relief, she could handle the company's affairs, and her father's most precious and cherished research institute could only rely on Li Yaping.
Just as she was about to hang up the phone, a hesitant voice came from the phone, "You... Pay attention to your body. β
After speaking, before she could reply, the line was already eagerly hung up.
She opened her red lips slightly, looked at the microphone, smiled and shook her head and put down the phone.
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"General manager, the planning department has been submitting the cooperation case for several days, do you think?"
Lily knocked on the door with the beautifully made materials, as far as she knew, the interested companies had handed over the cooperation case to Kairan, why, the general manager spent a lot of money, but there was still no action.
Yin Boran was still buried in his work, and he didn't raise his head, and he didn't care much about it, "Let's put it first, when do I do something, I need you to ask?" "The people in the planning department are afraid that they are in a hurry to jump their feet now, and the wolf-like greed and ambition in the mall are needed, but obviously they have not yet mastered the essentials.
"Yes, General Manager." Lily withdrew with a sad face, she was about to collapse.
"Also, contact Mr. Tang's secretary and make an appointment."
Lily nodded hurriedly, fortunately, the general manager didn't really care about anything. She patted her chest with palpitations, and in this way, she was a little confessed.
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This is the easiest day that Tang Jiaxiu has lived in decades, in fact, some things are really put down, that's it, for so many years, he has done everything himself, afraid of missing any point, now, under the management of his daughter, Kairan not only did not regress, but became more and more vibrant, and even, even the laboratory he couldn't let go of the most, was also in order, everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding, unified the caliber, big and small, did not call his mobile phone again.
"Jia Xiu, don't look at your phone, I see that you are working hard, and I finally look forward to my daughter's return, and things in the company are also on track, are you still unsatisfactory?" Mrs. Tang angrily took away her phone and brought the medicine to her husband.
Seeing the colorful pills in his palm, he suddenly thought of something, and after his wife went out, he called Dr. Xu, who was almost forgetting.
"Ah Heng, I've been busy lately, so I didn't come over for a review." He was vaguely uneasy, as if he had guessed something.
Xu Heng's relationship with him over the years has long been no ordinary doctor-patient relationship. At this point, there is nothing to hide.
"Alas, Old Tang, don't blame me, Ling Qianjin already knows your physical condition, your mobile phone was turned off at that time, I couldn't help it;"
Tang Jiaxiu nodded understandingly, he has been sick for so many years, and when things are coming, he is not mentally unprepared, not to mention, when it comes to this situation, what else is he unwilling to do, for a while, he is just in tears, and his heart is extremely reluctant.
"How much time is left?" The twilight voice heralded the death of his life.
"You know, if you can come to the hospital, I believe that there will be no problem for half a year, as long as we give us time, I will definitely find out the root cause of the disease." Xu Heng was silent for a moment, still holding out a glimmer of hope for his old friend's body.
"Ah Heng, how many years have we been, I won't go to the hospital, you can send someone to bring the medicine." He smiled hoarsely and indifferently rejected the proposal.
"I've already given Ling Qianjin medicine, but after all, this is not a long-term planγγγγγ
"How much does she know?" Tang Jiaxiu sat up straight with a condensed face.
"In this case, of course I said it in 1510, Old Tang, I can't take care of you anymore."
The microphone was extremely silent, Xu Heng sighed, "After so many years, I can't understand you, but now I know, Ling Qianjin and you, it is simply carved out of a mold, no wonder you love her so much." β
This father and daughter, there is no second pair in the world.
Tang Jiaxiu obviously remembered his daughter in his heart, but until the last moment, he still did not show her his vulnerable side, and endured it for so many years; Tang Zheya, after learning about his father's illness, listened to his careful explanation, and resolutely decided to let his father recuperate at home, received medicine for him, took it on time, and created a beautiful and smooth scene today.
Tang Jiaxiu hung up the phone tremblingly, facing death and the return of his daughter, he was mostly relieved.
Daughter, not only did not disappoint him, but also sent him touch and understanding, for this daughter, he can't help but pour more love.
It's just that he can't watch his two daughters walk into the auditorium, and it is always a big pity to carefully hold his daughter's hand and hand it to his future son-in-law, especially Tang Zheya, how can he let it go.
This child has a very heavy mind, back then, he ran away for ten years for his feelings, how much he suffered, how tired he suffered. Now that he is back, he doesn't seem to have grown much about his feelings, which makes him feel at ease.
According to her temperament, it is not impossible to live in widowhood for a lifetime, this realization made him startled and made him more determined to complete the things he couldn't let go of in just a few months.
It seems that the original plan was to be brought forward.