Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 110

The physical examination center that Aimee made an appointment for Shen Zhuo was a private hospital, and she called Shen Zhuo a confirmation call at around [-]:[-] the night before, informing and inquiring about the content of the physical examination and the conditions of the examiners tomorrow.

At that time, Shen Zhuo hadn't walked away from the "Yiyu" office, he had just hung up on Su Jingcheng's phone, and by the way, he threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the trash can, leaned on the sofa and looked outside lazily in silence The setting sun.

"Is that Mr. Shen? Hello, you made an appointment for the physical examination tomorrow morning, right?"

"Ah."

"Okay, then I'll confirm with you again." The nurse's voice was clear and pleasant, with lively vitality, "You can come here at 08:30 tomorrow morning, remember not to drink water or eat, try to drink as much as possible from tonight Don't do too much strenuous exercise and keep a calm mind."

"Well, I see."

"Okay, you have an appointment for a full project inspection, which will take about a full day to complete."

There were a few sounds of paper pages turning over the nurse's phone, and she continued, "I checked your age, and you are still very young. Some examinations can be done in a few months, and you don't have to do it all at once, so you don't have to worry too much about it." Hard work. Are you sure you will do everything tomorrow?"

Shen Zhuo sat down on the sofa in the office, and said in silence for a moment: "My schedule is tight, so let's finish everything tomorrow."

The medical examination institution needs to first respect the wishes of the examiner. Now that Shen Zhuo said so, the nurse did not continue to persuade, she politely said with a smile on the other end of the phone: "Okay, see you tomorrow, Mr. Shen, I wish you healthy."

Shen Zhuo also nodded, and said very gently: "Thank you, goodbye."

He sat by himself for a while, then stood up slowly, walked to the office door and opened it, perhaps due to the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor, he coughed again.

The cough seemed to be choked out from the lungs, rolled over the intestines and stomach, and finally spread on the lips.

He often coughs like this recently, and once he coughs, it takes a long time to recover, coupled with his fatigue that started a long time ago and the exhaustion of being out of breath after walking a few steps, it always gives Shen Zhuo a bad feeling.

Probably because he couldn't help smoking again just now, this time he coughed very badly, and it didn't last for several minutes, but it seemed to be getting worse.

It's already time to get off work, Aimee rarely got off work on time today, and the other two newly recruited assistants also got off work, Shen Zhuo was the only one left standing in the corridor on the top floor.

In the long, empty, heavily carpeted corridor.The beige carpet gently absorbed some of the severe coughing sounds, and the other part that was not accepted slowly reverberated in the entire silent space, and gradually felt a heart-piercing sound.

It's a pity that modern buildings are well insulated, and no one hears it, let alone sees it.

Shen Zhuo could only stop, and squatted down against the door frame. He stretched out one hand to hold the door frame to maintain his balance in the severe cough, and subconsciously covered his mouth with the other hand. , as if trying to cover up his coughing.

I don't know how long it took, the cough finally calmed down slowly, and the corridor was quiet again.

Probably because of squatting for too long, Shen Zhuo was a little weak when he stood up. He grabbed the door frame and stood up little by little, sighing slowly.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and tasted the fishy and astringent rusty smell in his mouth very clearly. He often tasted this feeling after coughing recently, probably because his throat was dry.

When he stood firmly, Shen Zhuo put his hand down from the door frame, and took away the hand that was covering his mouth just now, turned around and turned off the office light, closed the door and went downstairs.

The lights on other floors were still on, and the layout of the overall departmental construction of "Yiyu" was completed through communication between the designer and Shen Zhuo. Basically, Shen Zhuo knew which floor belonged to which department.

The planning department is preparing a publicity plan for several newcomers, the public relations department is waiting for the news that the Hua family will be unveiled at twelve o'clock tonight, and the technical department is on duty every day...

Everyone is working hard for this company and for themselves.

Shen Zhuo can never pat his conscience and say that he has never had any selfishness, but he never felt guilty when he took the company's employee elevator down from each floor.

He has done everything he wanted to do, and maybe in the near future, for "Yiyu", he is the real passerby.

When the elevator door opened on the first floor, there happened to be two employees outside the door who had gone out to buy supper.

The two of them still had a few skewers of barbecue in their hands. It was obvious that they hadn't guessed that Shen Zhuo was still in the company so late, and they took the staff elevator in an extremely approachable manner. Hou Qiqi looked at Shen Zhuo and said, "Mr. Shen, good evening!"

"Good evening." Shen Zhuo smiled warmly, walked out of the elevator, and pointed to the elevator to signal them to go up quickly, "I treat guests on the weekend, everyone has worked hard during this time."

"Thank you Mr. Shen! We will work hard!"

Both of them are newly recruited employees. I have heard from old employees that Shen Zhuo has a good personality. This is the first time I have met the boss of the company. I did not expect that it is really no different from the rumors.

"Okay." Shen Zhuo nodded with a smile, and waved to them, "Go up, I'm going back too."

The elevator door closed slowly, Shen Zhuo turned and walked out.

The setting of the first floor of "Yiyu" is somewhat similar to that of the former "Dingcheng". Shen Zhuo also set up the practice room for new artists on the first floor. First, it is convenient for them to enter and exit and publicize to the outside world. Second, it can also increase their pressure and stress. Self-motivated.

At this time, the practice room was quiet, the lights were on quietly, but the door was tightly closed.

A long time ago memory suddenly flashed in Shen Zhuo's mind. He worked overtime and went downstairs, but the boy was still practicing extremely hard in the practice room downstairs.

——No one's success is achieved overnight.

——No one will succeed easily.

Shen Zhuo withdrew his gaze from there, and walked out of the hall slowly.

Because no one was there at night, his car was parked in a small parking lot on the ground.

The winter in the capital is windy and icy cold. The cold wind blows over and immediately gives people a feeling of freezing. It is obviously not too late, but there are very few pedestrians on the road.

Shen Zhuo unlocked the car and opened the door to get in the car, stretched out one hand to insert it, and raised the other hand to hold the steering wheel.

But just as he picked up his left hand, before he could hold the steering wheel, he froze for a moment.

Under the warm yellow light in the car, the palm of the hand he used to cover his mouth when he coughed just now was full of dark red that had bloomed.

Those dark reds that have been connected into one piece spread out little by little along the lines of the palm, appearing in the palm of the hand in a rugged and curved way, like a terrifying monster.

Shen Zhuo tried to stretch his fingers, and when the skin stretched and contracted, a kind of astringent sticky feeling permeated the palm of his hand.

Or maybe, this piece of dark red was once bright red when it was just born.

Shen Zhuo was a little dazed and silent in the driver's seat for a while, the cell phone rang again just after it stopped, he took the cell phone to check, it was still Lin's number.

Under normal circumstances, Lin would not call him at this time, so it could only be someone who is not normal.

Shen Zhuo took out a piece of paper from the drawer in the car, and wiped it on his palm twice, but the blood was already dry, and he couldn't wipe it clean no matter how he wiped it, he could only give up and put the paper aside, Then he took the co-pilot's mobile phone over.

"Hey?"

"It's me..." It's really not Lin on the other end of the line. This guy Su Jingcheng has been renting his cell phone for some time, or he's not going to return it at all.

He seemed to be thinking about his words, but unfortunately he no longer had the skills to talk about love. After a long time, he said cautiously: "Baby... no, Shen Zhuo, are you asleep?"

Shen Zhuo frowned: "Is there something wrong?"

"It's okay..." Su Jingcheng seemed to choke on Shen Zhuo's crisp words, but he was reluctant to hang up the phone, so he said more cautiously, "You just returned to China, if you are jet-lagged, go to bed early...don't Overtime so much."

"Su Jingcheng, 'Yiyu' is my company." Shen Zhuo leaned himself on the back of the driver's seat. took a look.

Half of the blood was wiped off with a paper towel, and half remained, making it even more unbearable.

Shen Zhuo felt that he had already been unable to express how he felt, he sighed in silence, thought for a while, before he could speak, he heard Su Jingcheng's apology from the opposite side.

He really apologized, and with some sincerity that never fit his own character: "Shen Zhuo, I swear! I don't mean to interfere with your company, don't misunderstand me... okay?"

For a moment, Shen Zhuo didn't know how to answer Su Jingcheng's words. The identities of the two people seemed to be reversed now. Su Jingcheng suddenly praised him very highly, as if he was taking good care of him. He was afraid that even saying a wrong word would be a mistake hurt him.

But Shen Zhuo felt that he could no longer feel any trauma, he seemed to have rolled through a mountain of knives and a pan of oil, his skin was rough and fleshy, and he was insensitive.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the space between his brows, and finally he didn't show a blunt attitude, but took a step back without haste: "Okay, I'll go back to sleep early. Is there anything else?"

Su Jingcheng let out a small sigh of relief, and sat on the hospital bed, his eyes that could not see the light were always dark, but he felt that his eyes were clearly lit up because of Shen Zhuo's softness.

He fought for too long, and finally won a chance.

"I have already signed the property transfer agreement. Tomorrow, I will ask Lin and my lawyer to take it to your office for you to review. If there is no problem, the signature will take effect."

Su Jingcheng brought the phone microphone closer to himself, as if wanting to shorten the distance between himself and Shen Zhuo, "There may be a lot of information on all the assets... Don't be impatient, read them all carefully, okay?"

I don't know when it started, Su Jingcheng added question words after asking him, tried all kinds of ways, but never missed anything.

is this okay?

good or not?

May I?

Shen Zhuo shook his head and said flatly: "Let them come over the day after tomorrow. I have something to go out tomorrow and I'm not in the company."

"You go……"

--where are you going?

But Su Jingcheng didn't ask after all, he swallowed back half of what he said in time, sat stiffly for a while before saying: "Then I'll let them go over on Wednesday, it's okay, you can do it when you are free."

He thought for a while, and then added a sentence: "Be careful..."

This sentence sounds inexplicably familiar.

Shen Zhuo suddenly remembered that in the long and distant time that he had missed, every time before Su Jingcheng went away, he would remind him again and again like this.

When you really fall in love with someone, you will feel that he is extremely fragile and delicate.

Even if he goes out for a short time, you will worry that he will have an accident, if he coughs twice, you will worry that he will catch a cold, and even if he washes the dishes, you will worry that he will cut his hands.

He was lucky to have felt it before, and he was lucky to never feel it again.

Shen Zhuo sat quietly in his seat for a while, but he still didn't say anything.

There was a shadow of dust floating in front of the lighted headlights, he stared at it for a while, and slowly said: "Got it."

"come back earlier."

After receiving the response and affirmation, Su Jingcheng, who was sitting on the hospital bed, even smiled at the corners of his mouth, his voice was surprisingly gentle, even with a touch of sweetness in love, "Shen Zhuo, I love you. Good night."

Shen Zhuo seemed to want to smile, but he couldn't lift the corners of his mouth tiredly. He paused for a moment, and then responded to the person on the other end of the phone: "Well, good night."

The author has something to say: [I am with you not because I love you.It's that the fetters are too deep and involve too much, and you don't let go. 】

【I'm with you, I don't love you.But willing to respect you and accompany you. 】

【We understand each other, just like the back of the hand and the palm of the hand, they are distinct but inseparable. 】

【I am with you, I will never fall in love with you again.But life is too short, so be it. 】

[Let's live like this. 】

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eat. .Glass sugar? .

Do you not eat_(:з」∠)_Why do you beat me for not eating candy T_T