After the real daughter is reborn, she is beautiful

"Knock knock knock."

There was a knock on the door of Zheng Lingfeng's office, and secretary Yang Mingxiao walked into the office.

"Mr. Zheng, there is a sudden mudslide in the mountain city. How do you think we should deal with several large projects in the mountain city?"

Yang Mingxiao was doing the reporting work unhurriedly. After working under Zheng Lingfeng for so many years, no matter how big things happened to him, he always looked like this.

"Mountain city? Mudslide?"

Zheng Lingfeng stopped what he was doing, and frowned imperceptibly.

"Yes, this mudslide caused heavy casualties. How much does Mrs. Zheng want to donate?"

Yang Mingxiao nodded slightly, waiting for Zheng Lingfeng's answer.

But Zheng Lingfeng didn't answer. When he heard the words "heavy casualties", he could clearly feel the temperature in the office drop.

Even Yang Mingxiao, who was by Zheng Lingfeng's side every day, couldn't help shivering.

I don't know what's going on with Mr. Zheng today. Without the decisiveness of killing in the past, he seems to have something on his mind.

"Donate [-] million, Yang Mingxiao, and let you handle all the matters of the mountain city."

Zheng Lingfeng frowned, absent-minded.

Yang Mingxiao responded and exited the CEO's office.

Leaning on the back of the seat, Zheng Lingfeng always felt that his temples were throbbing, maybe it was because of the hard work recently.

Mountain city, mudslides?

He remembered that the little girl Lin Ya seemed to be participating in the National Cup in the mountain city these few days.

I don't know what happened.

Zheng Lingfeng stretched out his long arms, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and dialed the number that was hidden in the address book but had never been dialed.

He made three phone calls in a row, but no one answered.

Zheng Lingfeng felt irritable for no reason. He pulled his tie slightly to relieve the annoyance in his heart, and took a sip of the cold coffee on the table.

The slightly cold coffee does not have a rich and rich taste, only a sour taste, winding along the tip of the tongue, passing through the esophagus and flowing into the stomach.

……

Wan Zhongmou, the principal of S University, was sitting in the principal's office at this time, studying the endgame of a game of Go.

He rested his chin on one hand and propped his leg on the other, looked left and right, but still had no idea of ​​how to solve it.

Suddenly, the mobile phone placed next to the chessboard vibrated several times, and he picked up the mobile phone impatiently. It was a series of unknown numbers.

He glanced at it, hung up the phone without hesitation, and continued to study the chess game.

Just three seconds after putting down the phone, the phone vibrated again.

He picked up his phone angrily, it was still the same number.

"Who?"

Principal S Dawan picked up the phone, his tone full of impatience.

"Principal Wan, I want to ask you something."

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone. Wan Zhongmou couldn't recognize whose voice it was for a while, but felt a little familiar.

"Who are you?"

Wan Zhongmou raised his eyebrows, he had no rules, he didn't report his family name when he called, and even interrupted himself playing chess.

"I'm Zheng Lingfeng."

As soon as the voice on the other end of the phone fell, Wan Zhongmou felt his jaw drop from shock.

It turned out to be Zheng Lingfeng, the president of the Zheng family, one of the four major families in the imperial capital, the man who donated two buildings to S University.

"Ah, so it's Mr. Zheng. I don't know what Mr. Zheng is calling this time?"

Wan Zhongmou hurriedly got up, if he was given another chance, he would definitely answer the call respectfully.

"Principal Wan, I would like to ask if the contestants of the National Cup have come back from the mountain city," Zheng Lingfeng paused, and then said:

"If you don't come back, can you send me the phone number of the teacher who leads the team?"

"Okay, I'm going to call and ask."

Chief Wan Zhongmou breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately Mr. Zheng didn't argue too much with him.

Zheng Lingfeng hung up the phone and looked at the imperial capital under the clear sky, his thoughts had gone far away.

But after a while, the phone on the table vibrated, it was Wan Zhongmou calling back.

"Principal Wan, what do you say?"

"Mr. Zheng, the National Cup contestants haven't returned yet. I heard that there is a small problem. I will send the number of the team leader to your text message later."

"understood."

Zheng Lingfeng's body temperature plummeted, and there was no trace of emotion in his dark pupils.

An ominous premonition rose from his heart. Looking at the phone number Wan Zhongmou sent, Zheng Lingfeng retreated a little. He was afraid of hearing the news of Lin Ya's death.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and held it in his mouth. The smoke curled up around him, lingering like melancholy.

After dusting off the cigarette, he dialed the number.

The beeping sound kept coming from the other end of the phone, and every sound was like a giant hammer hitting Zheng Lingfeng's heart.

It wasn't until the phone was about to hang up automatically that the other end answered the phone.

"Hey?"

A confused and tired male voice came from the other end of the phone, mixed with the sound of rain and thunder, accompanied by the noisy voices of people.

Zheng Lingfeng's heart hung up, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Hey?"

Seeing that no one answered, the man on the other end gave another hello.

"Excuse me, is this Teacher Zhang, the team leader of the S University Global Cup?" Zheng Lingfeng cleared his throat.

"Yes, who are you?" The noisy voice over there was slightly quieter, as if they had changed to a quieter place.

"I am... Lin Ya's parent, I want to ask if Lin Ya is safe in the mountain city."

Zheng Lingfeng thought for a long time, what kind of identity should he use to ask about Lin Ya's situation, after much deliberation, he can only say this.

The leader of the team, Mr. Zhang, felt as if he had a lump in his throat when he heard Zheng Lingfeng's question. He looked at the rain that hadn't diminished at all and the mud flowing down that was visible to the naked eye, and didn't know how to answer.

Following the leader teacher's silence, Zheng Lingfeng's heart slowly sank to the bottom.

Both ends of the phone did not speak, and fell into a strange silence. The air seemed to be stagnant, and the two people couldn't breathe. Only the sound of rain and people's shouts could be heard on the phone.

Zheng Lingfeng took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Zhang, is Lin Ya okay?"

Faced with Zheng Lingfeng's questioning, the leader of the team, Mr. Zhang, felt a little guilty. He did not manage the children entrusted to him by the parents. As a result, the children are still in the mountains, and their life and death are uncertain.

"Student Lin Ya, she... was trapped in the mountains and is still searching..."

The leader of the team, Mr. Zhang, replied hesitantly. He knew that it was useless to escape, but he was afraid that the parents would not be able to accept this fact, and he was even more afraid that Lin Ya would die in this natural disaster.

It was as if a big stone had been pressed against his chest, and he had difficulty breathing. He was ready to be scolded by the parents on the other end of the phone, but the only response to him was a beeping busy tone.

Zheng Lingfeng hung up the phone and slumped on a chair. If you look closely, his tall body is trembling slightly.

I never thought that the decisive Zheng Lingfeng in the mall would also be afraid sometimes.

He held the phone tightly in his hand, with such strength that he seemed to crush the phone into powder.