Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter [-]

Shen Zhuo originally thought that he would sleep very badly on the first night after returning to China, but he didn't expect to sleep much better than in England.

He woke up according to the time of his biological clock, and just after washing up, the mobile phone on the table rang.

It was a call from a stranger in the same place, Shen Zhuo wiped his hair with a towel, and reached out to answer the phone.

The other end of the phone spoke quite simply, with a hint of an exclusive secretary, sounding very young: "Mr. Shen?"

Shen Zhuo leaned against the door frame and yawned: "Hello."

"I'm Mr. Hua's special assistant. He wants to see you." The assistant's voice didn't seem to be annoyed by the news at all. Instead, he smiled politely, "You can decide the location. I don't know when it's convenient for you ?”

"Hua Lin, Mr. Hua?"

"Yes."

Shen Zhuo also smiled: "I'm not as busy as your boss, I can do it during off-duty time."

"But..." He paused for a moment, and added the next sentence, "It would be too disrespectful to ask an assistant to call me to make an appointment. Let Hua Lin call me himself."

Shen Zhuo threw the phone back on the sofa, and dried the damp towel after wiping his hair. Before he finished, the phone rang again.

The voice that came again was obviously much older, maybe it was aroused twice by Shen Zhuo, and the words were not very polite at this time.

"Mr. Shen, you have a lot of face."

Shen Zhuo curled his lips and smiled: "It's nothing compared to your daily schedule, so I'll let you pick a time."

Hua Lin let out a cold "hum", and there was more or less arrogance in his voice: "Shen Zhuo, as far as I know, the Hua family and you have no grudges in the past, and no grudges in recent days. If it is because If the 'Ding Cheng' under the Su family offends you, then my old man will just compensate you for the loss, why make everyone look bad."

Shen Zhuo really laughed this time, even his voice was filled with a strong smile, he laughed several times before he stopped, coughed twice to clear his throat, and seemed very helpless to say to the phone : "Mr. Hua, I thought you should be smart enough to avoid these useless temptations after you have been in the field for so long."

"It seems that I think too much..."

Before Shen Zhuo finished his sentence, the other end of the phone had already hung up the phone first, obviously Hua Lin was very angry at him.

When the busy tone "beep beep" came from the phone, Shen Zhuo slowly put the phone back on the table, went back to the room, changed his clothes, and prepared to go to "Yiyu" to work overtime for free.

Before leaving the house, a new text message was received on the mobile phone in his hand, which was sent from the mobile phone number of the assistant just now.

[At 07:30 in the evening, Jixiang Pavilion, what do you think of Mr. Shen? 】

Obviously it was Hua Lin's intention, and the poor assistant who took advantage of it forwarded it on his behalf.

Shen Zhuo narrowed his eyes, and simply replied a good word. When the message was being released, WeChat also popped up, revealing an unread message.

The hard-working work maniac always gets up early in the morning, and it's the weekend at this point, and normal people in the country will basically not send him messages at this time.

Shen Zhuo stood there in a daze for a moment, only to realize that he had subconsciously clicked on WeChat.

Sure enough, it was a message from Lin.

[Mr. Chen asked auspiciously, Su Dong woke up.Return home soon. 】

Shen Zhuo looked at the chat box close at hand, thought for a long time and didn't know what to reply, but felt that no matter what to reply, it was superfluous.

He finally forked out the dialog box, locked the screen and put the phone back in his pocket. Instead of taking the elevator, he walked slowly down the stairs.

Today's temperature seems to have dropped a bit, and the chilly wind seeps in through the gap of the security door downstairs, making it shivering and shivering.

He pushed open the door of the apartment building, and what came with the cold wind was a large expanse of white color.

The six-petalled snowflakes, engulfed by the whimpering north wind, re-dyed the land of the capital, and even the treetops fell heavily due to the snow.

By coincidence, Shen Zhuo took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the snow scene in front of him, and posted the first Moments of the year.

Add three words to the photo - it's snowing, a very straightforward match.

He didn't bring an umbrella, so he ran a few quick steps and went directly to the garage to find the car. It was cold inside the car that he hadn't driven for a long time. Shen Zhuo shivered and turned on the air conditioner.

Almost at the same time, it was day and night in England.

The professional nurses retreated respectfully from Su Jingcheng's ward. After Lin answered the domestic calls, Lin sighed, pushed open the door of the ward and walked in.

Su Jingcheng's hospital bed was slightly raised, and he was sitting on the bed half-lying and half-reclining.

He used the best ward in the hospital, but unfortunately after the nurses quit, he also looked lonely and pitiful.

Lin closed the door softly, and stood beside Su Jingcheng: "Boss, the doctor said that all the data of your body have recovered well, so don't worry too much."

Su Jingcheng's face was unexpectedly calm, and if you look carefully, he was even a little gentle. He was neither annoyed by being hospitalized, nor did he have the previous conceit and arrogance that seemed to be in his bones.

Sitting there, he seemed to be a little dazed, his eyes wandered erratically for a moment, and then he said softly: "What about him?"

Lin was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Mr. Shen returned to China while you were in a coma."

"Is that so..." Su Jingcheng seemed to ponder over this sentence carefully before raising his head again, "Then, has he visited me?"

Lin could clearly feel Leng Cencen's sweat coming out of his hands. He subconsciously glanced at Su Jingcheng, and after seeing Su Jingcheng's almost lifeless gaze, he hesitated for a while before saying:

"Boss, Mr. Shen may be too busy... You also know that his new company has just started, and he must rush back to host..."

"Okay." Su Jingcheng raised his hand and interrupted Lin, "Is there anything else?"

If people who used to play in Su Jingcheng's circle saw him now, they would definitely feel that they were dazzled.

He seemed to have gone from youth to middle age overnight. Although his facial features had not changed and his hair remained the same, his temperament had undergone a huge change.

His face is no longer full of complacent arrogance and suaveness, but has become restrained and calm.

He sat there, like an ancient well without waves, deep and silent.

Lin felt a tightness in his throat, but he didn't know what he was nervous about.

In a foreign country, now Su Jingcheng is obviously the only one beside him.

And he couldn't say anything.

Or, he didn't dare to say it at all.

"Just now," Lin coughed twice, "Mr. Su called me just now, and he said that he will come by private plane right away, and he will arrive tomorrow."

Su Jingcheng didn't speak, but just turned his eyes aimlessly, and then retracted his eyes almost vaguely.

"He makes you don't have to worry...he will contact the most famous brain and ophthalmology experts at home and abroad for consultation..."

Obviously, Su Jingcheng didn't have any unnecessary expression on his face, not even a trace of unnecessary sadness, but Lin felt extremely uncomfortable.

He watched Su Jingcheng fall step by step from the lofty altar of Su's president, and then fall again.

From the romantic and suave Brother Diamond to the extremely pale appearance lying on the hospital bed.

——Just for Shen Zhuo.

He choked his throat, and added the half of the sentence that he didn't finish: "Mr. Su said that no matter what the cost, your eyes will be cured. Don't be sad..."

"what……"

As soon as these words came out, the poor Su Jingcheng, who was seldom talking on the hospital bed, actually responded. He gave a low laugh, and then glanced around with blank eyes, as if he wanted to see where Lin was so he could make up for it. if.

But in the end he didn't see it either, and could only aim at a piece of air blankly.

"Lin, I owe him this."

Su Jingcheng's dry lips parted. Since he just woke up, he couldn't even speak quickly, but his voice was very firm, "Only if I pay him off, will he be willing to continue entangled with me."

Su Jingcheng's fractured left arm and left hand were immobilized with needle holes for infusion, and several infusion tubes that could not be removed were also fixed on the left side.

He slowly took out his thin right hand, where even the traces of bones were exposed, from the quilt, moved it a bit, and fell back on the bed exhausted.

"I still have one hand to hold him, kiss him, and my brain can still think about him..."

Su Jingcheng seemed to be speaking to Lin, but also seemed to be speaking to himself, his voice was intermittent but never stopped, "Lin, I love him."

"It took me a long time to figure it out—I love him."

Su Jingcheng's thin lips opened and closed with sickness, he stared blankly at the air in front of him, and smiled helplessly and sadly, "Even if he doesn't love me anymore, I won't, can't... … let him go."

Lin took a step back, unable to speak for a long time.

It wasn't until several seconds later that he choked his throat, but he didn't know what to say: "Boss..."

"If grandpa comes over tomorrow, let him immediately arrange for me to be transferred back to China."

Su Jingcheng closed his eyes, and leaned back on the bed a little tiredly, "My current situation is bound to be chaotic for the Su family. If Grandpa can't handle it tomorrow, just take out the plan I made before."

"You mean..."

"Yes." Su Jingcheng looked as if he was about to fall asleep, but he still spoke without hesitation, "Didn't the investigation results of Shen Zhuo's car accident come out? Push Su Ge out first."

"Okay. I see." Lin was a very professional assistant after all, and quickly wrote down Su Jingcheng's words.

He glanced hesitantly at the person on the hospital bed, struggled for a moment, and finally opened his mouth: "Boss, Mr. Shen updated a circle of friends just now."

Su Jingcheng's sluggish spirit, which was already about to fall asleep, seemed to have been stabbed back by a shot in the arm. He subconsciously opened his eyes and wanted to sit up, but found that the front of him was dark: "What did he say?"

Lin had already opened Shen Zhuo's circle of friends on the phone in a professional reaction, and just when he was about to pass it to Su Jingcheng, he realized that he couldn't see it.

"Don't worry! Boss...Mr. Shen didn't do anything serious!"

He paused for a moment, reached out to help Su Jingcheng tuck the corner of the quilt, and said softly, "Mr. Shen updated a picture of the snow scene in front of his apartment, saying that it is snowing in the capital."

"Boss, the weather forecast just said that there will be light snow in England tonight."

The author has something to say: it will be finished in ten chapters, sorry for the delay, this month's work is too busy.

Goodnight everybody.