Being petted by the old attack as a little cute

Zhang Haicheng didn't believe that one person had such a great influence.

I don't even think that Jing Qiao will have real feelings with Zhang Ziyu, it's not that he doesn't want to have a relationship, but that the possibility is very small.

Let's not talk about how people like Jing Qiao like Zhang Ziyu, who is still married, but when he came to borrow money from him, Jing Qiao must have heard what he said clearly. Because it was meant for him.

The marriage between the Zhang family and the Jing family was something Zhang Haicheng never thought about after the Jing family re-emerged, but this kind of pie fell from the sky like this, Zhang Haicheng was stunned, and agreed without even thinking about it.

Regardless of whether Jing Qiao will have feelings for Zhang Ziyu or not, for the Zhang family, there will be a lot of benefits and no harm.

Zhang Haicheng looked at Zhang Ziyu, was startled by the coolness in his eyes, and then thought that he was his own son, what was there to bother him, and asked in a deep voice, "Why didn't you say anything about being sick?"

Zhang Ziyu avoided the question, his eyes fell on Chen Huansha, and he asked softly, "How is Aunt Chen?"

Chen Huansha put her hands on her stomach, and her long hair was pinned back with a rhinestone hairpin. She has fair skin and a gentle expression. She really looks like a woman who is about to become a mother.

Chen Huansha looked up and smiled, "Fortunately, I was just scared by the cat at home, and your father insisted on sending her to the hospital for examination. Actually, there is nothing serious about it."

With a pale face, Zhang Ziyu sneered, "Really?"

A stepmother, there is no big problem. It is an insult to Ge Ting and Zhang Ziyu to come to visit her son who is living in the hospital.

In the past, Zhang Ziyu had already left with a cold face, and he himself was very surprised that he could hold back today, standing here with a calm look to condolence, the strange atmosphere between the three made the nurse who came in look sideways.

For a long time, when Zhang Haicheng felt embarrassed, Zhang Ziyu suddenly asked, "Can I join the company after graduation?"

Chen Huansha lowered her head, and when she heard Zhang Ziyu's words, she suddenly raised her head to look at Zhang Haicheng.

Zhang Haicheng likes Chen Huansha, he just wants to live happily with her, he doesn't want to get involved in those interests, and he also hopes that his and Chen Huansha's children can grow up safely and happily. For other things, there is Zhang Ziyu, the elder brother.

Besides, that company was destined to belong to Zhang Ziyu from the very beginning. He is the biggest shareholder, and everything belongs to him. This is the agreement he signed when he divorced Ge Ting. If he doesn't abide by it, Ge Ting will Zhang Haicheng never doubted that Ge Ting would not be able to do this.

Zhang Haicheng pretended not to see Chen Huansha's expression, and said, "It's yours, you can come anytime."

Zhang Ziyu and Jing Qiao are now in the same family. If the company belongs to Zhang Ziyu, then Jing Qiao will definitely support him vigorously, and the future is boundless.

Zhang Haicheng holds his share of shares, and in the next few decades, he can still live a good life with dividends. The older he gets, the more he will lose everything he had when he was young. I want to hold it in my hand.

During the days with Ge Ting, although he became less and less fond of this son whose temperament and appearance were exactly the same as Ge Ting's, it was his own son after all, and he was born when he and Ge Ting were deeply in love. Emotions are different.

He and Ge Ting are both first loves, Zhang Ziyu must be different.

But he and Chen Huansha's children will not be treated badly.

Chen Huansha was on the side, with an expression of disbelief, then turned calm for an instant.

Zhang Ziyu nodded, "Thank you, father."

Suddenly it began to rain patter outside, hitting the windows of the hospital, the ward became shady and cool, the hospital gown was very thin, Zhang Ziyu was sick again, felt a bit of coolness, and his stomach began to ache, he said : "I'll go first, Aunt Chen has a good rest."

"But you must... give birth to a healthy child."

When she left, Chen Huansha's scalp tingled with the cold smile she evoked.

Standing outside the corridor, leaning against the wall of the corridor, I turned my head and saw a middle-aged man standing by the trash can smoking a cigarette. A nurse walked over and said that the hospital does not allow smoking, and you can go to the stairwell to smoke.

With an embarrassed smile on his face, the man apologized repeatedly, and bent over to the dark stairwell.

Zhang Ziyu followed, coughed, and the lights in the stairwell came on.

The middle-aged man was taken aback. Seeing that the boy in front of him didn't look like someone from an ordinary family, he asked Zhang Ziyu if something was wrong.

Zhang Ziyu asked softly, "Can I have a cigarette?"

The man frowned and said in disapproval: "You are still a student, right? You are sick again, this is no good, this is no good."

"Really?" Zhang Ziyu sighed, leaning against the cold wall, lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, a cigarette was handed to Zhang Ziyu, Zhang Ziyu put it in his mouth, the man lit it for him, and said, "I can only smoke this time, it's better not to touch the cigarette, it's all about yourself, you see So many people with lung cancer have smoked too much, and their lungs have turned black."

Zhang Ziyu nodded, with the smoke between his fingers, his movements were natural and smooth, the white smoke from his mouth blocked his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"You're still young. I don't think it's a serious illness you're suffering from. Don't regret it when your capital is gone. My son is, but it's different from this situation. He has leukemia, which can't be cured, so he just drags it on with medicine." , My wife is also sick, and they are all living in this hospital, alas..." The man's voice was very low, and his expression was hopeless and calm.

Looking at his attire, Zhang Ziyu's family background must not be very poor, but he is not that kind of famous person. The money for leukemia treatment should not be bad. His despair should be that the disease cannot be cured at all.

Recurrent, more serious, various complications.

Zhang Ziyu was choked, coughed twice, and said hoarsely: "It will get better."

I don't know whether to tell it to myself or to a man.

Walking out with the man, the nurse upstairs rushed down and said, "Young master, Mr. Jing is here, let me call you back."

Zhang Ziyu nodded, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the man in ward clothes sitting next to the man, his pupils were slightly dilated, and the man had delicate features, he also saw Zhang Ziyu, and smiled politely at him.

Upstairs and into the ward, Jing Qiao was sitting in the living room, with the thick soup packed in the restaurant in front of him, the collar of Jing Qiao's white shirt was slightly open, and his suit jacket was draped over the armrest of the sofa, looking like a lazy leopard.

Zhang Ziyu preemptively said, "Aren't you going to work?"

Jing Qiao smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry about you, Pei Qiu has dealt with all the documents, and will send over important ones."

Zhang Ziyu's ears were reddish.

This is really like a conversation between husband and wife.