On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

Jiang Shu didn't answer his words, but just glanced at this drunk man who couldn't hide his flair, and asked calmly, "Where are you going?"

Zhou Liangqi half-closed his eyes, "I'm only in a few places in Haicheng, don't you know all of them?"

These words were too intimate, and it brought back Jiang Shu's memories of suffering with him. She asked, "Castles in the air?"

"Go to the hospital." He leaned over and set up the navigation.

Jiang Shu's heart fluctuated, pretending to be calm, "Is it appropriate to be so late?"

Zhou Liangqi joked, "What do you mean?"

"process."

"The staff have taken care of it."

Jiang Shu then stopped talking and stepped on the gas pedal.

The hospital was brightly lit, Zhou Liangqi walked in front, his back was a little careless, Jiang Shu stared at him, recalling all kinds of past events, if he didn't choose this path, the two might become close friends.

There were policemen standing guard in front of Zhou Libo's ward. It stands to reason that visits were not allowed at this time, but Zhou Liangqi was unimpeded.

"You wait first." He walked in without hesitation.

The door of the ward was opened a crack, and Jiang Shu stood at the door, and he could see Zhou Libo lying on the hospital bed, one hand was handcuffed, and the other hand was being administered an IV. He looked five or sixty years old, but he was not old. His hair was already grey.

It can be seen that he was a stable and ambitious man in his early years.

Zhou Liangqi sat beside him and talked to him for a few words. During this period, Zhou Libo glanced outside the door, and Jiang Shu subconsciously dodged to avoid his sight.

After a while Zhou Liangqi opened the door and said to her, "Come in."

Jiang Shu frowned, and followed him in. Zhou Libo had already sat up, examining her meticulously.

Jiang Shu shouted: "Uncle."

Zhou Libo didn't say a word, the sharp vigilance in his eyes didn't look like a prisoner who had been in prison for several years.

"Dad." Zhou Liangqi called out in a low voice, "She passed by to see you."

Zhou Libo took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Shu: "I know you, your name is Jiang Shu."

She was calm, "It seems that Liang Qi told you about me."

"More than once." Zhou Libo's answer was obviously dissatisfied.

"Liangqi and I have shared weal and woe. We can be called close friends. It was not easy for him to make it this far today." Jiang Shu narrated calmly.

"Old Master Fu has passed away. He failed to win the opportunity to let me go to the incense stick, which is the greatest disfilial piety."

This is for her. If he really went, Fu Shiyan would kill him on the spot.

Jiang Shu bent his lips, "It's good that you have this heart, the rest is up to God, and Grandpa Fu will know."

Zhou Libo snorted coldly, looking at her with strange eyes.

"Since I left, I will assist Liang Qi wholeheartedly. If you have the heart, your status doesn't matter."

Jiang Shu glanced at Zhou Liangqi, wondering what he said to Zhou Libo, his attitude was so ambiguous.

The latter did not speak, and poured a glass of water to hangover.

"Aid him to smuggle/smuggle?" Jiang Shu's voice was cold.

Zhou Libo was not surprised at all, "The most important thing to achieve great things is to have courage. If you don't dare to do such a thing, don't be a man."

After hearing these words, Jiang Shu finally understood who Zhou Liangqi learned his inner indulgence from.

"Uncle, at least have a bottom line." She chuckled.

Zhou Libo was silent for a few seconds before he came to a conclusion, "You are not in the same league as him."

He glanced at Zhou Liangqi who was drinking water, as if he didn't understand, "Wen Yuan is not good."

The corner of Zhou Liangqi's mouth twitched, "You haven't seen the gesture of her drawing a gun, we are the same way."