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Cao Lishu in front of the car was still talking to someone. Seeing this, Fu Ying immediately pushed Chang Er's arm and said, "Call Feng Qing and ask him where he is now."

"It's fighting."

After the phone in his hand was connected, Chang Er's voice immediately changed into a female voice: "Hello? Where are you? I just passed by the Chenghua Community and saw a person who looked like you."

Feng Qing was taken aback, thought for a while and said, "I came out to meet an investor today. I'm in a cafe, but it seems to be near the neighborhood you mentioned. What's wrong?"

"Then maybe I saw you, but why did you come out to meet the client again today? Didn't you say that you will be very busy with meetings in the company all day? If you meet the client, can you have lunch with me at noon?"

While Chang Er was acting like a baby, she turned on the positioning system on her mobile phone to confirm Feng Qing's location. Fu Ying frowned watching from the side, thinking that the location is really per capita, and there is no privacy at all in a relationship.

"Yes, yes, why not? My side will end soon. Where are you now? I drove out today, and I will pick you up later. Now you can use this time to think about what you will eat later."

Feng Qing laughed: "Don't be the same as last time. The two of you wandered around the mall for half an hour and still didn't know what to eat. You still have to blame me for not having an idea."

He picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip, smashed his mouth and shook his head: "To be honest, the coffee you make tastes better. Now I drink other things and I always feel that the taste is not right."

"Then you come home early from get off work today, and I'll make you coffee. Just now, my aunt sent me a message saying that I had stewed chicken tonight, so I'll let you eat it."

Feng Qing glanced at the time: "I may not be able to leave work early recently, and you also know that my boss has been in trouble recently..."

"Okay okay, I know."

Hearing his unhappy voice, Feng Qing originally wanted to say a few words of comfort, but the investor had already walked over with a smile, so he could only hang up the phone twice, stood up with a polite smile and reached out to shake hands.

"Hello, Mr. Qiu."

"Hello." Qiu Mingshu briefly shook hands with Feng Qing, and said in a warm voice, "I'm sorry, something happened in the company just now, so I kept you waiting."

The old fox, obviously just dragged his feet and didn't want to see me, so what kind words are he talking about now.

Feng Qing thought to himself, but still smiled and said: "It's okay, as long as you can wait for Mr. Qiu, it's worth waiting for as long as possible. And the coffee here is good, Mr. Qiu can try it."

"Mr. Feng is too polite, so let's make a long story short." Qiu Mingshu smiled: "I know Mr. Feng, you came to me for Zhong's contract, but you also know the current situation. Mr. Zhong is in trouble, and the stock price Both reviews and wind reviews have fallen again and again, and we also need to conduct risk assessment here.”

Feng Qing maintained a polite smile, and nodded: "Of course I understand this, I just came here this time to talk to you, if this contract cannot be signed with Zhong now, can you delay it for a while. "

He lowered his voice and smiled: "We guarantee that the current crisis of Zhong's is only temporary, and soon we will..."

"Is there a new president?" Qiu Mingshu frowned, and smiled apologetically at Feng Qing: "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but before meeting you, I have already met people from the Zhong family."

Feng Qing was stunned: "A member of the Zhong family? But today, as long as... oh, I think I know who was there. Mr. Zhong has an illegitimate brother, you know about this, right?"

"Of course I know. It seems that Mr. Zhong has already gone through the formalities before he passed away. It is not appropriate to call him an illegitimate child now."

Feng Qing smiled: "Whether it is or not now, some facts cannot be changed."

"To be honest, I'm not interested in Zhong's internal factional struggles. I think what I need is a stable and reliable partner." Qiu Mingshu looked at Feng Qing: "May I ask, after Mr. Zhong's death, how much does Zhong need?" How long will it take to stabilize?"

"It will stabilize soon, I assure you." Feng Qing said softly: "Perhaps you can consider extending the risk assessment time, and after a few days when everything stabilizes, I will come to the door with Mr. Zhong in person to discuss The rest."

Qiu Mingshu stared at him in silence for a long time, then stretched out his hand to pick up his coffee and said, "Okay, I think the situation is unpredictable recently, it's better to wait and see more."

"Thank you for your understanding."

The two got up at the same time, Feng Qing took the initiative to settle the coffee bill, walked out the door side by side with Qiu Mingshu, shook hands and parted.

"I see, it's there." Fu Ying raised her chin: "You go, I'll follow."

Chang Er shook his head: "Don't worry, I'll call him first to tell him not to run around. The man surnamed Cao suddenly called the person who had been staring at him, he must be planning to do something."

He drove slowly to follow Feng Qing and dialed his phone.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qing stood on the side of the road and answered the phone, and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry? Don't worry, I'm going to drive now, and I'll be able to pick you up soon."

"You don't need to pick me up. You just stand still and I'll go find you." Seeing Feng Qing's head froze suddenly, Chang Er yelled: "Take a step to the right, hurry up!"

Feng Qing was startled by the suddenly louder voice, his body took a step to the side before he realized it, a flower pot fell from the sky and hit him directly at his feet, and the soil splashed on his pants.

With a crisp sound, Feng Qing didn't recover from the smash for a long time.

"Damn it." Chang Er opened the door and got out of the car. Fu Ying yelled and didn't stop, so she could only turn to the driver's seat and sit down, driving the car to follow.

Feng Qing blinked his eyes back to his senses, took two steps back to an alley, looked up at the balcony where the flowerpot just fell, and no one noticed it for a moment.

He said to the phone: "Don't come here, find a safe place and call the police, I..."

Feng Qing turned around and walked into the alley, thinking of avoiding the eyes of those staring at him so as to finish the call, but his back tightened, the scene in front of him flickered, and he was pushed against the concrete wall.

"You are... ah!"

Before Feng Qing could say anything, he was punched in the stomach, he let out a cry of pain, tears welled up, and got another blow in the stomach.He glanced at the white light in the hand of the opposite person and pulled out a knife, his heart skipped a beat, and his mind went blank.

Feng Qing opened his mouth when the knife swung over, thinking that his life was over like this.

There are too many regrets in my heart, many wishes have not been fulfilled, and my mind is calling for the Virgin Mary, Guanyin Bodhisattva and Madonna, whoever it is, come to someone to save me!

I don't know if God heard his voice, or if the bodhisattva his mother went to worship in the temple this year has manifested his spirit, or if Feng Qingtian's life is hard and he hasn't made a fortune, so he shouldn't die here.

The knife that killed him was held in the air before it was swung down.

Chang Er grabbed the man's arm and pulled it back. With a strong pull, there was a sound between the joints, and the man who was still aggressive screamed and fell directly to the ground.

Feng Qing leaned against the wall, watching his girlfriend, who was too tired to carry a bag, pinch his brother's neck, pinning him to the ground, and the two exposed arms were obviously different in length and thickness.

"Shuang... Shuangqing..." Feng Qing's shock was not over yet, when he saw his Miss Xu tore off his brother's other arm and rushed towards him.

Before he could say a word of comfort, Feng Qing was pushed into his girlfriend's arms vigorously, and rolled on the ground to avoid the flower pot that fell from above.

"Horse, where the hell are there so many flower pots, are they wholesale?"

Chang Er scolded the doctor angrily. The original sound made Feng Qing's eyes widen. Looking at him, he murmured, "Shuang Qing, is this your original sound? It's actually quite nice. You don't need to be deliberately in front of me... ah!"

Chang Er picked up his princess, and said in a female voice: "Now is not the time to worry about these things, my dear, you shouldn't go to this kind of alley just now, you know? You can only go to places where there are many people. Safety."

"I... I was just trying to find a bunker, I was afraid they had guns."

Chang Er: "Then you do think too much, I should let you watch less movies on weekends."

Feng Qing was hugged and ran to the entrance of the alley, where a van with express delivery was parked there waiting, Chang Er opened the door and got into the car, and said to Fu Ying in the driver's seat: "Hurry up, there are still people on them. Someone."

"I know." Fu Ying saw the bleeding wound on Chang Er's arm from the rearview mirror, and asked with a tsk: "I will take you to the hospital first, and... your pants are ripped."

Chang Er looked at his feet that had returned to normal size, stunned and subconsciously looked at Feng Qing's expression beside him, and stammered to explain: "Wait a minute, listen to my explanation, I..."

"Shhh——" Feng Qing tore off his shirt and wrapped it around his wound, panting, "It's okay, I told you before, transgender people are no different, you don't have to pretend to be in front of me or What to hide, regardless of your real gender and real appearance..."

Feng Qing's bandaged hand trembled a little, and he took a deep breath: "Okay, I admit that it's a bit scary for you to suddenly grow up, you're taller and a little bit stronger than me, and you didn't look at all when you hugged me Fali, my God..."

"Calm down, Secretary Feng." Fu Ying turned her head: "I'll be at Cui Yue'an's hospital soon, please register for him."

Feng Qing looked at him: "Wait a minute, who are you? And you are...a courier company? Shuangqing told me before that she is a freelance writer..."

"There are a lot of questions, but I don't have time to answer them now." Fu Ying stepped on the brakes at the entrance of the hospital, turned to look at Feng Qing and said, "His wound is a bit deep and needs to be dealt with immediately. He will answer your next questions of."

Feng Qing stared at his face for a while, opened the car door and helped Chang Er get out of the car, muttering: "I hope I can get a reasonable explanation later."

In the ward, Cui Yuean took a look at the test report in the nurse's hand, raised her head and smiled at her: "I see, you go out first."

After the nurse left, Cui Yuean went to the bedside and opened the curtain, and said to Zhong Qiu who was lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling: "Okay, the test result is done, now congratulations on lifting a tumor. free."

"Okay, hurry up and finish what you are doing, I want to..."

The door of the ward was suddenly opened, and Fu Ying stood at the door holding the documents in a courier bag: "Excuse me, is Dr. Cui here? Here is a copy of your express..."

He stared at Zhong Qiu who was lying on the bed and forgot what he said next.

"Excuse me, what's mine?" Cui Yuean asked.

Fu Ying didn't speak, but strode up directly, pulled away Dr. Cui who was standing in front of the bed, and threw the file bag on him.

"I can explain..." Zhong Qiu had already seen through Fu Ying's disguise, but before he finished explaining, his fist was already in front of him.

Cui Yue'an stood beside her and took a deep breath, and said in a voice that only one person could hear: "Don't slap your face..."