"Knock knock—"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Song Zhiyuan looked up, it was her boss, who was also the senior brother, and the personnel director Du Yanheng.

"Are you alright?" Du Yanheng walked in, looked at Song Zhiyuan, who didn't have a good face, and asked with concern.

"It's fine." Song Zhiyuan closed the search page and smiled slightly, "Sorry, I'm late today." ”

"It's not important to be late, the important thing is that you're okay."

Du Yanheng smiled and handed a copy of the information to Song Zhiyuan, "The new energy vehicle project we cooperate with Xu's will hold a formal press conference next Monday. ”

"Of course." Song Zhiyuan smiled and took the information.

She has always been in charge of this work.

"If you have any questions, feel free to come to me."

"Okay."

In the afternoon, after Song Zhiyuan finished studying the cooperation information between the two sides, he was having a meeting with several subordinates and assigning work, when Zhou Jingyu's phone suddenly called, saying that she should prepare flowers and fruit baskets and nutritional products, and accompany him to the hospital to see Xu Nianhe half an hour later.

Song Zhiyuan has always had a clear distinction between public and private.

After hanging up the phone, she quickly explained a few words to her subordinates, and then went to buy flower and fruit baskets, top bird's nest and cordyceps in person.

"Do you know why Zhou Qichuan suddenly returned to China?" On the way to the hospital, Zhou Jingyu asked Song Zhiyuan with a smile.

There was Zhou Jingyu's driver and bodyguard sitting in front, so Song Zhiyuan could only sit in the back with him.

Song Zhiyuan also smiled, "The president is too exalted to me, and the transfer of the company's senior management, how can I be qualified to ask a small personnel manager." ”

What Zhou Jingyu hates most is that Song Zhiyuan is like this, he will never make mistakes in the company, and he will always have a businesslike attitude towards him.

"Because of Xu Nianhe, she only talked to Zhou Qichuan about cooperation."

"Oh~" Song Zhiyuan nodded meaningfully, "So, the president is ashamed that his charm is far less than that of the vice president?" ”

This time, Zhou Jingyu looked at Song Zhiyuan, laughed instead of being angry, stretched out his hand and hooked her chin ambiguously and asked, "You say, with Xu Nianhe's status, status and wealth, how long will it take for her to take your place as the second young grandmother of the Zhou family?" ”

"Huh!" Song Zhiyuan seemed to have heard some funny joke, and suddenly laughed, "If I were Xu Nianhe, I would directly let Zhou Qichuan join the family, this is the second young grandmother of the Zhou family, what is there to do." ”

Zhou Jingyu, "......"

The hospital is not far from the company, and the car stops in front of the VIP inpatient building of the hospital in about ten minutes.

Song Zhiyuan got out of the car and went to the trunk to get flowers, and handed over the rest to Zhou Jingyu's bodyguard.

The three of them went upstairs together and walked to Xu Nianhe's ward.

"Qichuan, my wound hurts so much~"

When he walked two or three meters away from the door of Xu Nianhe's ward, inside, a delicate voice with a hint of grievance came out.

Song Zhiyuan's footsteps immediately stagnated.

Zhou Jingyu also stopped and looked at her playfully.

"I'll call the doctor and prescribe you some painkillers."

"No!" The woman's voice became softer, "You kiss me, or help me blow on the location of the wound." ”

Song Zhiyuan hooked his lips inexplicably and continued to walk forward.

In the ward, Zhou Qichuan stood in front of the hospital bed, leaning over with his back to the door, a lotus arm hooked around his neck, and one of his hands fell on Xu Nianhe's chest.

Song Zhiyuan stood at the door, extremely calm, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.