Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter [-]

"I am... Su Jingcheng."

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When he heard that voice coming from the phone, Shen Zhuo suddenly felt a kind of confusion from the heart.

He even needs a few seconds to confirm with himself.

Is this Su Jingcheng?

The two haven't seen each other for a long time.

The man in his impression was so conceited that even his tone of voice seemed to be grown from his bones. There was always a kind of condescension in his eyes when he looked at others, as if even his words were charity.

However, not long ago, his voice sank, from high-spirited orders to frowning inquiries, it slowly declined step by step, and finally became today's fearful and cautious voice.

Amidst the sound of the empty phone call, Shen Zhuo found that he felt an indescribable depression.

That kind of depression came from all the time when water dripped through stone. Both he and Su Jingcheng were tortured and changed to the point of bruising.

After experiencing despair, hatred, and love and dislike having disappeared, the two of them were able to sit at the two ends of the phone line again and talk quietly again.

In other words, after Shen Zhuo was out of breath, Su Jingcheng finally took one step at a time, slowly and with difficulty.

caught up.

With blood dripping all over his body, with his already fragmented body and almost obstinate determination, he persevered in chasing after him again.

Shen Zhuo raised his head in a daze and glanced out of the window, it was just when the setting sun was setting.

"Yiyu" didn't have as many glass curtain walls as "Dingcheng". Without the refraction, the blood color of the setting sun shone brightly in his sight.

It's really like the love between him and Su Jingcheng.

He let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to let out all the depression in his chest, he closed his eyes after a long time, and calmly said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Su Jingcheng... what else do you need? "

There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, and a few very vague voices came indistinctly, like a doctor's order, and I couldn't hear clearly.

After a long time, Su Jingcheng approached the microphone again, and asked very cautiously: "I heard that Xu Yi and your new company have terminated the contract, is that true?"

Shen Zhuo is not a romantic person in his personality, and his few thoughts about feelings are basically dedicated to Su Jingcheng. Unfortunately, even so, relationship problems will still not have any impact on his work.

When Su Jingcheng mentioned the first sentence about Xu Yi and "Yiyu", Shen Zhuo forced himself into the working state almost immediately.

He withdrew his gaze, leaned on the back of the chair and stared at the ceiling of the office, waited patiently for Su Jingcheng to finish speaking, stretched out his hand to pinch the space between his brows, and said bluntly: "Su Jingcheng, you are here Are you kidding me?"

Su Jingcheng was lying in the Su family's old house drinking liquid. Mr. Su was so angry that he took the doctor and slammed the door away. Lin who had been by Su Jingcheng's side chased him out. Now there are only two left in the room who are always watching his nurse.

After being invisible, other senses will become very sharp. Su Jingcheng can even vaguely feel that the two little nurses were secretly listening to his phone call just after changing the bottle for him. They probably winked at each other while listening. .

After being choked back by Shen Zhuo's words, Su Jingcheng stalked, and almost in the next second, she felt the eyes of the two nurses peeking even hotter.

"Shen Zhuo... I didn't mean to laugh at you..."

The great powerlessness made Su Jingcheng a little uncomfortable. He tried his best to support the bed with his right hand and tried to sit up. It seemed that he wanted to use this meaningless movement to let Shen Zhuo feel his sincerity. The two little nurses exclaimed.

"Mr. Su! You can't sit up!"

"Ah! - Mr. Su, lie down quickly! Your body can't be like this!"

Before Su Jingcheng could react, the first thing that came to his mind was that Shen Zhuo hated this kind of screaming quarrel the most.

Immediately, he was afraid that Shen Zhuo would be the first to be unhappy and hang up the phone, so he quickly apologized to the phone: "It's a bit noisy here, I'm sorry, didn't I bother you, did I?"

Shen Zhuo was left speechless by Su Jingcheng's words. He had finished his work today, so he simply reached out and turned off the computer: "Su Jingcheng, I have grown up for a long time, and I can bear a few screams over the phone."

"Oh..." Su Jingcheng moved her lips in a murmur, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

He wanted to say a lot to Shen Zhuo, but he didn't dare to say it.

He couldn't see anything but didn't dare to move around, he sat obediently on the hospital bed and tried hard to think what to say to Shen Zhuo first, distressed like a child.

——I should have written a draft just now, just write a draft.

—but he couldn't see, couldn't write a draft.

——It is also good to make a draft in your heart...

Patients with cerebrovascular problems are extremely fragile, and they cannot bear to use the brain for a long time, which includes thinking and dialogue, so before Su Jingcheng thought for a while before deciding what to say to Shen Zhuo, the two professionals The nurse had already spoken first.

"Mr. Su, it's time to call today. We should hang up now."

"Do not……"

Of course Su Jingcheng was unwilling. He couldn't see where the nurse was, so he could only subconsciously hold the phone in his hands and put it on his chest, as if he was holding his only remaining treasure.

In the eyes of the nurses, every patient is extremely fragile, let alone Su Jingcheng who paid them a generous commission, they naturally have to take care of them more thoughtfully, so of course the phone call should not affect Su Jingcheng's physical recovery.

They bent down and coaxed: "Mr. Su, you can't exceed the daily phone time, so that the illness will be cured."

Su Jingcheng retracted the phone even more vigilantly, glanced around with empty eyes, and then put it back silently, as if vowing not to hand over the phone to the death.

The two nurses were at a loss. Su Jingcheng was different from many patients with cerebrovascular diseases. His consciousness was very clear. The congestion only affected his vision, and most seriously affected his important parts as a group leader. .

They can't forcefully snatch things from Su Jingcheng's hands, it's against the rules both emotionally and rationally.

Grandpa Su gave a death order to take good care of his grandson. In desperation, the two nurses noticed the phone in Su Jingcheng's hand before he hung up.

Su Jingcheng mentioned Shen Zhuo's name on the phone just now, and the two nurses who have always had a good relationship looked at each other, approached the microphone and shouted loudly: "Mr. Shen—Mr. Su's call time today is over! You Can you persuade him to hang up the phone?"

In fact, Shen Zhuo didn't know what kind of mentality he had, so he didn't choose to hang up the phone, but listened to the two little nurses dealing with Su Jingcheng on the other end of the phone, and finally was shocked by the soprano voice on the other end of the phone innocently. After a few clicks, I felt my eardrums tremble.

Su Jingcheng realized that he had suffered a disadvantage, so he quickly put the phone to his ear again, and was about to say something to Shen Zhuo, but Shen Zhuo said first: "Give the phone to the nurse, since it's not ready yet, you can Less phone calls, more or less radiation."

"I'm fine..." He couldn't determine the location of the two nurses, so he could only point to the door, "Go out first."

"But Mr. Su..." The two young nurses looked at each other, a little hesitant.

Su Jingcheng's personality was much more patient than before, he waved his hand, and calmly said to the two: "Close the door and go out, come back in 10 minutes."

Su Jingcheng couldn't be persuaded after all, the two nurses gave a few more instructions, and then the door of the room was gently closed.

After all, he just got off the operating table, and he returned to the country after a short rest. Although he had tried his best to make arrangements along the way, his sick body was not as good as before. Su Jingcheng took a quick breath, "Shen Zhuo, I didn't want to Laughing at you."

Shen Zhuo didn't speak, but the phone didn't hang up either.

"'Yiyu' has just started, I'm afraid you won't be able to support Xu Yi after leaving."

Su Jingcheng's voice carried a sickness that could not fade away, hoarse and slow, he slowed down, and then continued, "You dug 'Ding Cheng' into space, and you won't be able to get up for a while...you Just withdraw all the remaining shares in 'Ding Cheng', and I will ask Lin to buy it from you tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

Shen Zhuo frowned. At that time, he wanted to short "Dingcheng", but he really couldn't take some of the remaining employees with him, so he finally left some funds there.

"I will bear the deficit of 'Ding Cheng' for you."

Su Jingcheng's pale and astringent lips opened and closed with difficulty, he smiled lightly, a little blood slowly oozes from his dry lips, looking pitiful and desolate, "Shen Zhuo... I'll give you another gift."

"Su Jingcheng, why are you on a nerve?"

Shen Zhuo had a strange intuition that he couldn't afford this gift, let alone accept it.

He stood up from the office chair and walked out, with a sense of haste in the impatience in his voice, "I have nothing else to do, I'll hang up, you take care of it, listen to your broken voice."

"Shen Zhuo, I'll give you the Su family." Su Jingcheng said this quickly before Shen Zhuo hung up the phone.

The doctor specifically told him to speak slowly. Patients with cerebral hemorrhage are most afraid of fast pace, but Su Jingcheng couldn't wait any longer.

He knows Shen Zhuo too well, that person is cunning and reserved, as long as there is a little space left for him, he will shrink into nothing.

Sure enough, the phone was quiet.

Shen Zhuo didn't hang up the phone.

After a long time, a very short sneer came from the silent phone line.

Shen Zhuo stood in front of the office door, facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, showing a very shallow smile: "Su Jingcheng, I remember that in your will, your Su family has long been mine."

"But you didn't want it then, and now I'm taking it back."

Su Jingcheng's eyes flashed with pain, but his voice didn't seem to be hurt by Shen Zhuo's words at all. He paused, and said in a very good-tempered manner, "I know your expectations for 'Yiyu'...you used to, with I mentioned it."

Shen Zhuo was slightly taken aback, he never told Su Jingcheng about this matter in this life.

When the two were together in the previous life, sometimes once they quarreled, he would get angry and say that he would go out and start a company by himself.

It's really difficult for him to remember things that are too long ago.

Hearing no reply from Shen Zhuo, Su Jingcheng paused for a moment, and said again: "It's the entire Su family, not just the domestic assets... You know the situation of the Su family, I can't let them share a share with me."

"The money-making part is all in the UK? Is it? Overseas to domestic financing?"

Shen Zhuo leaned against the door handle very tiredly, and slowly lit a cigarette.

He hadn't smoked for a long time, so he coughed for a while when he smelled the smoke, and he waited until the cough subsided before he said, "You use the excuse of going to England to see Scotland every year to take care of your property there." , This is the case in this life, and it is also the case in the last life... I am right."

Su Jingcheng didn't explain, the two of them were silent for a long time before he said: "I'm sorry..."

When Shen Zhuo's accident happened, he went to England to thoroughly clear up his assets, get rid of all the petty affairs, and bring that person abroad to marry when he came back.

Yes, get married.

It's a pity that I didn't say it when I should say it, and I never had the chance to say it later.

He carried his own faults and the life that the two of them had missed, died of illness in the last life he had hated, and started a new period of redemption.

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Shen Zhuo smoked skillfully and gracefully, and the curling smoke drifted along the glass window, thin and ethereal.

He exhaled a smoke ring, and said very flatly, "Su Jingcheng, there is nothing to be sorry for, I, Shen Zhuo, can't play with you in two lifetimes, I admit it."

"Don't be like this...Shen Zhuo..."

"Okay, we've talked about it, there's no need to be pretentious."

Shen Zhuo quickly finished smoking one cigarette. He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, but he didn't light the second one. "Tell me, what do you want? Needless to say, give it to me, we are all businessmen, aren't we?" Playing around with the kids."

A wry smile appeared on Su Jingcheng's face, against which his sickly face appeared even more panicked.

He glanced around the room with empty eyes in a daze, and then retracted them in a daze.

He tried his best to speak with a smile, and he didn't look so embarrassed, but his voice was hoarse than before: "I won't do business with you... Shen Zhuo, the worst thing I, Su Jingcheng, has done in my life The thing is the business that I did with you when you graduated from university and joined the 'Ding Cheng'..."

That deal made him get Shen Zhuo, and also made him lose that person completely.

"Oh?" There was no expression on Shen Zhuo's face, and it was unclear between the light and shadow of the setting sun.

"Shen Zhuo, I want to make a promise with you."

There was a slight tremor in Su Jingcheng's voice, the room was empty after the two nurses temporarily retreated, otherwise you would definitely find that his hand holding the phone was also trembling.

Shen Zhuo didn't say yes or no, he was silent on the phone, as if he was looking for a way to deal with it.

Su Jingcheng smiled wryly: "I will give you all the Su's domestic and foreign shares, existing capital flow, products, and formulas for free. Can you promise me...give me another chance after two years?"

As if he was afraid that Shen Zhuo would reject him immediately, or there seemed to be other reasons, Su Jingcheng immediately added a sentence: "Or you have any other requirements, you can tell me, let me wait a few more years. .”

There was still no answer on the phone.

"Shen Zhuo..." Su Jingcheng gradually began to beg, and changed from begging to begging.

"Why two years?"

Shen Zhuo suddenly asked a very inexplicable question. He seemed to smile, and then said to himself, "Is it because you were injured and need two years of treatment? If it can't be cured, you will decide to let me go with low self-esteem? is that so?"

Su Jingcheng opened his mouth, but didn't know how to say it: "Shen Zhuo..."

"It's been so many years..." Shen Zhuo seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

That smile was extremely complicated, with certainty and courage, but also a little bit of despair and fragility.

He opened his mouth softly: "Okay, I promise you Su Jingcheng, after two years, I will give you another chance."

Su Jingcheng instantly jumped up from the dying cutting board as if he had been injected with a newborn fish: "Really? Shen Zhuo, you promised this yourself, you can't regret it!"

"Of course it's true." Shen Zhuoyou affirmed this sentence quietly, "Yes, Su Jingcheng, I promise you."

If only I were alive then.

The author has something to say: I guess there must be Gu Liang secretly scolding me and writing glass slag in this chapter_(:з」∠)_