star hunter

After Zhong Yuncong knocked on the door, he showed a pretty face, and he smiled politely at the other party: "Miss Zong."

Zong Yuanqi seemed a little surprised, but he quickly welcomed him in: "It's just in time, have you eaten yet? If not, why don't we go together?"

Zhong Yun's face was red from the moment he got there, and he drank a bowl of soup in the morning. When he came here, he accidentally came in time for dinner, so it seemed that he came here on purpose.

"Hey, no, no, I've eaten." Zhong Yuncong wanted to maintain his good image, and quickly waved his hand to decline, "You guys eat slowly, I just went out for a walk to digest food, and I'll come back later."

Zong Yuanqi was about to say something when Zhong Yuncong's stomach grunted twice abruptly, and he personally exposed Zhong Yuncong's lie.

Facing Zong Yuanqi's suppressed smile, Zhong Yuncong lowered his head in shame, only feeling that his face was swollen by his stomach fan.

In fact, he can't be blamed, he has been busy all day in a mess, and he is not in a good mood. He himself forgot to eat. To be honest, what he ate today is only the bowl of soup that he bought in the morning.

His stomach was strong enough to protest until now.

"Is it Yun Cong?" A familiar voice came calmly, "Come in."

Zong Yuanqi smiled narrowly, and made an invitation gesture. Although he was embarrassed, Zhong Yuncong still walked in bravely.

Zong Zheng seemed to be fine. He got out of bed, stood in front of the window and watched the scenery, his body was as straight as ever.

Hearing the movement, he turned his head, and Zhong Yuncong bowed slightly: "Zongju."

Zong Zheng nodded slightly, his face was calm, but he was secretly laughing in his heart - this kid was usually very relaxed in front of him, but now he was uncharacteristically cramped.

He can probably guess why.

"Sit." He pointed to an empty chair for Zhong Yuncong, and then turned to his daughter, "Yuan Qi, you have been here with me for a day, and I have nothing to do here, so go back and rest."

Zong Yuanqi was fiddling with the vases on the low cabinet. She seemed to have a special liking for flowers, caressing those few roses lovingly, and leaned over to smell the fragrance.

The plain white jade hands set off the rich and colorful petals, which is really beautiful.

Zhong Yuncong felt extremely sorry that such a pleasing beauty could not last due to his own faults, but Zong Yuanqi himself did not seem to care about it at all, twirled a half-dried flower, and responded straightforwardly: "Okay, If you need something, ring the bell and call the nurse."

When passing Zhong Yuncong's side, he smiled at him with a blushing face again: "Then I will trouble you to help me with my meal, so don't waste it."

Zhong Yuncong said embarrassingly: "No, it's still you..."

Zong Yuanqi waved his hand and walked briskly out of the ward.

After Zong Zheng watched his daughter leave, he glanced at the person stuck there like a wooden stake, shook his head and laughed: "Sit down, talk while you eat."

Zhong Yun became more and more upset in his heart, not only squeezed his daughter away, but also robbed his dinner, it was heinous.

He was holding the lunch box, unable to put it down.

"Okay," Zong Zheng couldn't bear to see his uneasy appearance, and explained to him helplessly, "That girl didn't eat much at night, she said she was afraid of getting fat, so don't feel guilty about it." .”

The big stone in Zhong Yuncong's heart fell to the ground slowly, he got rid of his psychological burden, and his appetite quickly recovered. Anyway, he was the only one left in the room with Zong Zhengzheng, and he soon ate without any scruples.

The middle-aged Zong Zheng was very moved by the young people's strong appetite, and Zhong Yun's change of attitude from before and after was even more amazing.

He took a chopstick of food into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and did not forget to tease his subordinate: "Isn't it? You can eat as soon as Yuan Qi leaves? People who don't know think she is your leader." .”

Zhong Yuncong was choked and coughed desperately, Zong Zheng couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and handed him a glass of water in distaste: "What's wrong?"

He drank half a glass of water to straighten his esophagus, and then smiled flatteringly: "I think, maybe because she is your daughter and has inherited your majesty, so every time I see her, I feel a little scared ..."

Zong Zheng scolded with a smile: "Come on, when did you respect me?"

Zhong Yuncong giggled twice, and continued to bury his head in his meal.

As for his evaluation of Zong Yuanqi, Zong Zhengze obviously didn't take it seriously, he only thought it was a young man's joke.

Seeing that he was eating in such a hurry, Zong Zheng didn't bother him, and just ate his own food.

Zhong Yuncong was faster than he expected, drank the remaining half glass of water in one gulp, wiped his mouth, then carefully looked at Zong Zhengzheng who was eating slowly, and asked tentatively: "Would you like to eat?" No, wait until you finish eating?"

Zong Zheng saw that he was obviously impatient but had to bear it, so he couldn't help sneering: "What are you pretending? Just say something."

Zhong Yuncong really couldn't afford to delay, the ice girl was still waiting for him outside, and since the chief had spoken, he went along with the flow: "Okay, let me make a long story short, and try not to affect your meal."

With that said, he took a deep breath, sorted out all the information he got around the day, and relayed it to Zong Zhengzheng, including those parts that were uncertain.

Although he was also very nervous, Zong Zheng was not Su Xian after all, and his pressure was much less in front of him.

After he finished everything, he took a long breath, but Zong Zheng didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

The noncommittal attitude of the other party made Zhong Yuncong even more uneasy, he was silent for a while, and it was better to summon up the courage to say: "That's right, I plan to follow the existing clues to continue tracking the whereabouts of Fenghuo Machinery Factory, to be honest , my current identity is very sensitive... If you think it's inappropriate, "

He raised his eyelids, looked straight into Zong Zhengze's deep and unpredictable eyes, and gritted his teeth: "I can leave the Administration Bureau."

Zong Zheng was silent for a while, then suddenly sighed, he put down the lunch box in his hand, stretched out his hand, and patted Zhong Yuncong's head: "Don't say silly things, come in after a long time, just leave as soon as you say?"

Zhong Yuncong murmured for a while, but did not make a sound.

Zong Zheng took his hand back, returned to his usual serious appearance, and said in a flat voice, "I have known about the 'New Star' project, as well as the Zhang family and that person for a long time."

Zhong Yuncong was taken aback: "Then you still..."

"What else?" Zong Zheng smiled slightly, "I still treat you so well?"

Zhong Yuncong scratched his head and muttered softly: "I should say this..."

It can't be seen that the Zongju is really not soft-spoken when it boasts... It's really thick-skinned.

"Don't think too much." Zong Zheng continued to eat his meal, "I treat you well because you are worth it."

What I said... Zhong Yuncong was moved, but also felt a little weird.

Maybe it's...too nasty.

The main reason is that the style of painting is not quite right when these words come out of Zongju's mouth...

Halfway through his slander, he suddenly thought of Xingshi's questioning, frowned, and asked, "Since you already knew, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to take it." Zong Zheng was picking and choosing from the dishes, while answering his words, somewhat absent-minded, "Actually, I planned to find a suitable time to tell you, but I haven't found it yet. I just found out by accident... that's okay, it's easy."

Zhong Yuncong resentfully said, "I can't bear it..."

"Oh?" Zong Zheng raised half of his eyebrows, "Then what's the matter with your half-dead appearance? Could it be that you were beaten by Su Xian?"

Zhong Yuncong gouged him out and didn't know how to respond, so he chose a novel opening and pointed at the picky chopsticks: "Look at you, you only eat eggs and not tomatoes, you are still picky eaters at such an age ? Excuse me."

Zong Zheng's hand holding the chopsticks froze for a moment, his old face blushed, and he cursed back: "...None of your business!"

Zhong Yuncong laughed contentedly, and his face collapsed again with a smile: "...you still haven't told me whether Zhang Jiahe and Zhong Zhiyuan are... the same person."

His superior sighed: "Must you know?"

Zhong Yuncong nodded stubbornly: "It must!"

Zong Zheng ate a piece of tomato with a frown, squeezed his nose and swallowed it, and then said: "If you must have an answer, then I can only say that it is very likely, yes."

It was always expected that Zhong Yuncong's face turned pale in an instant.

Seeing this, Zong Zheng shook his head: "I knew you would be like this... That's why I don't want to tell you."

Zhong Yun never said a word, he just stood up and walked out in a daze.

"I know what you're thinking." Zong Zhengzheng's voice sounded again, "You think your father is guilty, so you are also guilty. Moreover, you have enjoyed a bonus that no one else has."

Zhong Yuncong swayed from his figure, and he supported the wall to stabilize himself.

"That's the truth, but it's not just that."

Zong Zhengzheng's words made Zhong Yuncong couldn't help turning around: "What do you mean?"

"It means," Zong Zheng said with a flat expression, "Your existence is much more valuable than you think, so don't give up on yourself too much."

This sounded like chicken soup for the soul, but Zhong Yuncong always felt that it was not that simple, and Zong Zheng was not the kind of person who could cook chicken soup.

He still wanted to ask, but was waved away by the other party: "Okay, let's go after eating... By the way, if you want to continue looking for the military factory, I suggest you go to its old site, after all, it is the old site , maybe a stronger connection can be found.”

Zhong Yuncong was under double attack from the opponent's mental power and words, and was forced to leave involuntarily. In the corridor, the ice girl was still waiting for him.

She insisted on going her own way, and had no intention of listening to his persuasion, so Zhong Yuncong just gave up. After all, she is also a very powerful person, and it doesn't hurt to have many powerful helpers.

"What should I do next?" Ice Girl asked, Zhong Yuncong told the truth: "I plan to visit the old site of Fenghuo Machinery Factory."

At the end of the speech, he realized that he had forgotten to ask Zong Zhengzheng about the destination, so he had to ask the ice girl, "Do you know where this place is?"

The ice girl glanced at him, maybe she felt that he was not reliable, but she didn't say anything, just nodded: "Yes, I will take you there."

Zhong Yuncong breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then let's find a car... By the way, have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat something first?"

The ice girl coldly refused, and Zhong Yuncong followed her, racking her brains to try to get her to change her mind: "As the saying goes, sharpening a knife is not the same as chopping firewood. The body is the capital of revolution. People are iron and rice are steel... "

He rambled on all the way, and the ice girl finally couldn't take it anymore, and threatened coldly: "If you keep talking, I'll freeze your mouth."

Zhong Yun never said a word.

It's just that when he was about to walk out of the hospital, he ran into Zong Yuanqi again.

He hesitated for a moment, but he took the initiative to greet Zong Yuanqi who had gone and returned: "Miss Zong, why are you..."

"What a coincidence." Zong Yuanqi told him with a smile, "Something was left behind, and I didn't remember it until I walked halfway, so I came back to get it."

"That's it." Seeing that the ice girl had gone far away, Zhong Yuncong had to say goodbye to her hastily, "I still have something to do, let's go first!"

Zong Yuanqi smiled and waved goodbye to him.