……

A drench.

The next day, Jiang Misheng directly caught a severe cold and was sent to the hospital by Zhou Yinghuai.

In Xu Tingran's words: "He just suffered on his own, and now that you have a cold, you can't go to Hangnan, it's him who is in a hurry." ”

But Zhou Yinghuai is obviously not impatient.

Jiang Misheng hung a drip in the ward, and he held a video conference as usual in the lounge next door.

Occasionally, she could still hear voices.

The ward is connected to the lounge and is separated by a door.

Cheng Zhendong called her and said inside, "Is Miss Jiang free today?" I'm going to talk to you about the lawsuit. ”

Jiang Misheng raised his eyes and looked next door, but the door did not move.

She raised her hand and put the phone to her ear, and lowered her voice: "If you are free, I am now in the third-person doctor, you can just come over." ”

Zhou Yinghuai has been in a meeting for an hour in a row, and it is estimated that he will not be able to finish it for a while and a half.

Cheng Zhendong came quickly.

The two agreed to meet outside the hospital, and there were many people on the lawn.

Jiang Misheng's spirit was not good, and he tried to break it down with him: "This lawsuit, considering the issue of Old Man Cheng's will, we have to ...... it first."

Cheng Zhendong listened for a while and had a general understanding.

"I don't understand professional issues, and I have to deal with you, a barrister, and I am only responsible for obeying the evidence."

From the perspective of a professional lawyer, Jiang Misheng felt that he did not care much about the lawsuit.

"Mr. Cheng, I see that you don't seem to care much about this matter, what's the ......?"

The lip flap opened, and Cheng Zhendong said lightly: "I am more sad about my father's death than taking money to share the inheritance." ”

Hearing the sound, he was silent for a few seconds, and Jiang Mi said: "The festival mourns and changes." ”

"My father has been suffering from illness for many years, and it is a relief for him to be gone, but people's hearts are too complicated, and as soon as he leaves, people inside and outside the family are calculating how to take his money."

Such things are not uncommon at all.

As a lawyer, Jiang Misheng is used to seeing it.

But he was still affectionately confided by Cheng Zhendong, and he secretly hurt himself.

Cheng Zhendong laughed bitterly: "He found several rooms when he was young, but he did his best to take care of our children. ”

Jiang Misheng thought of Jiang Ting.

From childhood to adulthood, her father was also like a giant, standing on the mouth of the wind and waves, shielding them from the waves.

The mood in my heart was a little sour.

She smiled: "Mr. Cheng, if you have such a mentality, it may be difficult to save the lawsuit." ”

Jiang Misheng told the truth, compared to the affectionate and righteous lawsuit.

She prefers to fight the kind of person with a strong purpose.

Cheng Zhendong thought for a few seconds and lowered his voice: "Lawyer Jiang, then please leave it to you." ”

He respectfully called her Lawyer Jiang, so he naturally adjusted his mentality well enough.

"It's a pleasure to work with."

Jiang Misheng got up and shook him with his left hand, which had not been hung on a drip.

Considering that he joined "Capital" a few days later, the Cheng family's lawsuit contract had to be signed after joining the company.

After Zhou Yinghuai finished the meeting, the person who turned back was gone.

The hospital bed was empty, and the quilt was deliberately lifted into a mess.

Sitting on the couch and waiting, he clicked on the phone screen with his fingertips from time to time, watching the time pass minute by minute.

Approaching half an hour, Jiang Misheng came back.

The face is full of spring and the spirit is flying, as if it is not the complexion that a patient should have.

One person outside the door, one person inside the door, the eyes collided, he raised his eyes, and she lowered her eyes.

There is a faint illusion of flames colliding and burning.

Jiang Misheng was looked at by his burning questioning gaze, and took a deep breath.

"Since you can move around freely, it seems that there is nothing uncomfortable, I will go back to Hangnan directly at night, and I will let Canaan prepare everything."

Zhou Yinghuai got up and straightened out the folds of the suit on his chest.

The words were cold.

On the dining table next to the hospital bed, there are two neat and uniform packages, which are hers.

Jiang Misheng walked over to pick it up and went out first.

When Zhou Yinghuai sent her here, he drove a dark gray Lexus, with excellent lines and sharp headlights on the front of the car.

She stood and waited for him to come and pick the lock.

The April sun was slightly warm, and a beam of light above her head shone on her face, and the fluff trembled.

After the illness, his face was fair, and his eyes were slightly red, which was particularly abrupt.

"I have a headache, I wronged you, close the window first."

Zhou Yinghuai was silent, and pressed the window close button with low eyes.

She was wearing the pajamas she had come: "Let's go home first, I'll take a shower and change my clothes." ”

Clearly felt that when the car was moving, Jiang Misheng leaned back on the saddle, and his brain was empty.

She won't be naïve and stupid, he is grateful for a seemingly docile gesture, Zhou Yinghuai is him after all, cold-blooded and ruthless.

His blood was thin and cold, and it was not hot.

"This time the bidding for the Nancheng project, Shengding is also there."

Jiang Misheng's steady state of mind instantly aroused a sense of tension.

Zhou Yinghuai didn't have a good heart, he did it on purpose: "I helped you pass the preliminary trial, how do you plan to compete with Shengding for resources and connections?" Or are you waiting for Guan Shaozhang to give you the opportunity? ”

It's a mess in my head.

She remembered Guan Shaozhang last night, who she saw at the door of Cheng's house, full of spirit and dazzling.

They stand in the same place, but they seem to be so far away from the whole world.

Along the way, they don't talk to each other.

Back on the waterfront of the south of the Yangtze River, Jiang Misheng took a quick shower and changed into clean and refreshing clothes.

Zhou Yinghuai gave her some time, so she put on light makeup by the way.

I also cut my bangs.

She has a good complexion, but there are dark blue circles under her eyes, and she looks haggard.

Zhou Yinghuai was very shy about meeting her family.

After two years of marriage, Jiang Misheng has never seen a relative of the Zhou family and the Ning family, and even Ning Yue was brought to see her only by pressuring him.

Xu Tingran always said that she was in Zhou Yinghuai, living a humble and miserable life.

went to Hangnan to see the old man, not to mention her, he also had a look like he was facing a great enemy.

His face was tense and emotionless.

Jiang Misheng glanced at him, pulled the door and got into the car.

"When they ask about getting married and having children, I will try my best to cooperate with you perfunctorily, but...... I hope to go through the formalities on the return trip as soon as possible. ”

He proposed the divorce, but now she is more urgent.

Jiang Mi has a good voice and bones, and her face is soft and outstanding.

The lip flap is not thin or thick, the eyebrows are peach blossoms, the tail of the eyes is raised, the tip of the nose is a little upturned, and the lip peak is round like a pearl.

But her beautiful facial features are delicate and not stingy, gentle and tough.

Under the dress of light makeup, it is more prominent.

The skirt on the body, outlining the waist, three points of desire, seven points of dignified and pure.

After a few seconds, Zhou Yinghuai retracted his gaze: "Your face is indeed very capable of hooking a man's soul, no wonder Guan Shaozhang loved you so much at the beginning." ”

Hearing the sound, Jiang Misheng's forehead moved slightly.

She gritted her teeth: "He is dead and alive, that is pretending to be affectionate." ”

The car drove out very steadily.

Zhou Yinghuai's voice echoed in his ears: "Jiang Misheng, don't you know what Guan Shaozhang did on the night of the wedding?" ”

On the night of the wedding, Jiang Misheng was full of just wanting to trap him, and he didn't care about anyone.

What's more, Guan Shaozhang, the deceitful and addicted predecessor.

"What I do has nothing to do with me."

"So cold? Or pretend not to know? ”