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"We called 120 and sent him to the hospital, only to find out that Mr. Zhou had stomach trouble again."

"I really admire Mr. Zhou! He has such a stomachache and can still attend the meeting without changing his expression."

Although Xiao Tang was addicted to Zhan Haiyang and Zhou Jingyun.

But there is no evidence that she was beaten to death!

Although Mr. Zhou always has a serious look on his face, he doesn't like to ask for help.

But he treats every artist and colleague in the company well. He will give everyone year-end bonuses whenever he is in a good mood!

Xiao Tang hesitated and asked tentatively.

"By the way, do you know that Mr. Zhou was hospitalized today?"

When she asked, she specifically looked at the rearview mirror to observe Zhan Haiyang's reaction.

Sure enough, as soon as she spoke, Zhan Haiyang suddenly became nervous.

"You know it too?"

When Xiao Tang heard him ask this, he thought he was questioning his source of information.

He felt guilty and wanted to fool him, "Well, I just happened to be talking about this with my sisters."

Zhan Haiyang didn't care at all who Xiao Tang heard it from.

He was even more confused and couldn't help but ask, "Is it serious?"

Xiao Tang thought for a while, "It should be fine."

After all, Mr. Zhou is still young and has strong recovery ability.

"The sisters in the secretary's office sent a representative to the hospital to visit the patient this afternoon. I heard that President Zhou asked them to bring documents."

Zhan Haiyang bit his back molars with complicated eyes.

First, he breathed a sigh of relief. The man's condition was not too serious after all.

But he soon became angry again.

You have to read documents while lying on the hospital bed in the hospital. This is so disrespectful of your body.

Xiao Tang couldn't understand Zhan Haiyang's expression and asked tentatively: "How about we go to the hospital to visit Mr. Zhou now?"

The back seat was quiet for a few seconds, and then he hummed softly, "Hmm."

With an aunt's smile on his face and a brisk voice, Xiao Tang volunteered, "Then let me ask Mr. Zhou for his bed number."

It happened that her little sister went to the hospital in the afternoon to deliver documents to Mr. Zhou.

Xiao Tang parked his car on the side of the road, pulled out his friend's account, and asked her for Mr. Zhou's hospital bed number.

Because the two had a good relationship, the other party couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

"Why are you still going so late?"

Xiao Tang vaguely said that it was his own artist who wanted to visit the doctor.

The little sister was used to eating melon with Xiao Tang, so she asked mischievously, "Didn't you say that the relationship between your artist and Mr. Zhou is not very good?"

Xiao Tang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and secretly glanced at Zhan Haiyang again.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be listening to her, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you believe what's posted on the Internet?"

The little sister joked with her for a few more times before giving her the ward number.

"But I heard that Mr. Zhou was unwilling to be hospitalized and had already gone home in the evening."

This time Xiao Tang was a little dumbfounded.

It's one thing to go to the hospital to visit a patient, but it's another thing to go to Mr. Zhou's home.

She asked Zhan Haiyang hesitantly, "Then shall we go to Mr. Zhou's house?"

Zhan Haiyang had a dark face and hesitated for a while, "Then I won't go. You can take me back to the dormitory and I'll pack my luggage for tomorrow."

Xiao Tang bit his lip. Are you not going?

This CP is not sweet.

But in the end, he had to adjust the route and send Zhan Haiyang back to the downstairs of the community.

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Zhan Haiyang entered the apartment building with little Tang Baba's eyes on him.

Holding back the anger boiling in my heart, I opened my suitcase and packed my luggage.

Fortunately, I have accumulated a lot of experience recently. After checking the temperature of the other city, I packed it up in less than ten minutes.

During this period, I took out my cell phone several times, but held back and did not make any calls.

He was going to suddenly appear at the door of that bitch man's house, let's see how he could hide it!

Zhan Haiyang put on his mask again and went out full of anger.

We were originally in the same neighborhood.

After going back and forth so many times, Zhan Haiyang has long found a path that is less crowded and easy to walk on.

Entering the foyer by a familiar route, using the elevator to go upstairs.

Some time ago, Zhou Jingyun helped him enter his fingerprints on the electronic door lock.

Zhan Haiyang reached out to unlock the door and pushed in.

The interior is brightly lit.

Zhan Haiyang breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhou Jingyun was indeed at home.

He opened the shoe cabinet and found his slippers. From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure slowly walking out of the bedroom.

Zhan Haiyang frowned, why did he get out of bed and walk around when he was sick instead of lying down and taking a good rest?

He lowered his eyes and raised his chin slightly, deliberately not looking at the visitor.

When the emotion of cursing was brewing, he looked up vigorously.

Don't you have anything to explain?

Zhan Haiyang's domineering question was about to come out, but when he saw the person clearly in the next second, everything was stuck in his throat.

Ms. He, who was gorgeously dressed, was looking at him in surprise!

He Liqiu heard the movement at the door and thought it was the driver who was going to get porridge for her son, so she came out to check.

Unexpectedly, what I saw was the young artist I met when I went to visit Zhishan last time!

They say mother and son are connected, she thinks it must be true!

Years later, she visited several major cities in China, and finally felt that City B had the deepest urban cultural heritage.

In addition, I helped Pei Yanyan before, so I am familiar with the literary and art circles of City B.

Therefore, I decided to come to City B to open a gallery.

She just arrived in City B today, and she was thinking of asking Zhou Jingyun to meet and have dinner together.

Unexpectedly, I learned about his hospitalization from the phone.

So, she left the friends she had made appointments with and came to City A to see him.

Jingyun has never liked going to the hospital since he was a child. After waking up at noon today, he kept asking to go home.

No, she tried to persuade her for a long time to no avail, not long after she took him home.

Unexpectedly, I bumped into this little artist and entered the house by a familiar route.

And skillfully took out slippers from the shoe cabinet and changed them? !

It looks as if you are at home!

What's his name?

She remembered that when Zhishan introduced him, she seemed to say that he was an artist in Zhou Jingyun's company.

Now it seems that this is no ordinary artist.

Although we met once and had dinner together.

But in He Liqiu's opinion, he was just an ordinary little artist, not worthy of her taking the trouble to remember his name.

It seems that Zhou Jingyun suddenly told her that he has someone he likes, and this is the one in front of him?

It's actually a man?

Her son has never told her about his sexual orientation.

How long have these two been hiding from Chen Cang?

Jingyun actually even told him his home password!

He Liqiu felt mixed emotions.

I want to ask, but I don’t know where to start at the moment.

Just when the two of them looked at each other and didn't know where to start, Zhou Jingyun's voice suddenly sounded.

"Didn't I call and ask you to come over early to pick up the script? Why are you here so late?"

Zhou Jingyun was wearing dark pajamas and standing in the corridor connecting the living room and the room.

He looked even sicker and his skin was pale.

Zhou Jingyun's voice seemed to restart Zhan Haiyang's brain, and it suddenly ran very fast.

"President Zhou, I'm sorry." He picked up Zhou Jingyun's words naturally and replied, "My colleagues from the drama group made an appointment to have dinner together. They haven't finished eating yet, so I rushed over first."

Zhou Jingyun nodded and ordered in the direction of the study:

"Go to the study and wait for me. I have a contract to show you."