Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

The author has something to say: brother Meng, yesterday's unlocked, don't miss it T^T

"It's the end of the new year soon. You just met, so just rest at home and go to the company." Xing Ce felt a little helpless when he saw Jiang Song, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, got into the back seat.

"It's not a problem to lie at home all day. It's much better. It's not a retirement pension. I always go to the company to see." As soon as he got into the car as soon as he got out of the gate, Jiang Song's body was still warm and comfortable. Leaning comfortably on the seat back.

"Gu, where's Gu Changxi? He asked you to go out alone?" Xing Ce has never seen the two of them separated during Jiang Song's recovery period. Like conjoined twins, wherever Jiang Song goes, Gu Changzhen follows.

"He said that he has something to do today, and he will have to catch a plane later, and he may not come back until tomorrow." Jiang Song took off his gloves and tidied up the portable thermal bag in his arms.

"Business trip? Then he is not here for a few days, who, who will serve you? Come to my house for dinner?" Xing Ce looked at him from the rearview mirror, not at ease.

"What do you mean who will serve me? Then when Gu Changxi couldn't live here, didn't I always live by myself?" Jiang Song took out a small bean paste bun from the thermal bag, took a bite, and exhaled hot air.

"What kind of handbag do you have? Why do you still have buns?" Xing Ce's eyes widened, and he turned to look at him.

"The heat preservation bag, I have all three meals today in it." Jiang Song didn't think there was anything wrong, and sucked his finger after eating the buns.

Xing Ce blinked twice quickly, "Gu Changzhen, did you buy it? Three meals, bring it for you?"

According to Jiang Song's living habits, it is impossible to prepare meals and bring them to the company to eat.

"No." Jiang Song shook his head in denial.

As soon as Xing Ce breathed a sigh of relief, he heard him continue: "He made the bag, and he made the red bean paste by himself. He didn't let me eat outside food."

Gu Changxi's "Arrears Agreement" has added "no cold water, no spicy and greasy food" and the like, which has grown beyond bounds.

"Brother." It's rare for Xing Ce to call Jiang Song like that, but he spoke with sincerity, "We're talking about a Gu, Gu Changxi, right? It's because you raised him, threw him abroad, and got yellow and yellow eyes all day long." Is it that little white-eyed wolf who stares at people?"

"What's the matter?" Jiang Song signed too many unequal treaties with Gu Changxi, and it's not uncommon for them not to eat outside.

"He..." Xing Ce was quite tangled, and finally asked as tactfully as possible: "Isn't he treating you a little too much?"

Jiang Song thought for a while, and was a little confused, "Which one? I owe him money, and he must treat me differently."

But in fact, he himself doesn't mind Gu Changxi's disobedience, "I know I owe him, so..."

When Xing Ce heard the three words "I owe him", he slammed the steering wheel, "What do you owe him? Every day, you always feel that you owe him, and then send it, wouldn't it be expedient to send him out? Then Isn't it for his own good?"

"I didn't mean that," Jiang Song said calmly, "I owe him money now, don't I? Besides, he doesn't care about my other things, it's just eating, drinking, and sleeping. It doesn't matter if I follow him."

"You are real..." Xing Ce stammered for a long time before saying anything, and then sighed, "The surname is Gu, and now he is a well-known figure in the entire business circle. Cooking porridge, steaming steamed stuffed buns with bean paste, don’t you think there’s something a little unorthodox about it?”

Jiang Song's face tensed a little, "It's not every day."

"You always think he's a child, but after all, he's been out there. You don't know what he's been through for so many years. It's not about you. You know how much he scores in each exam and you know him." Xing Ce looked at Looking at him, couldn't help nagging.

He continued cruelly: "Not everyone can do it. He has achieved what he is now in his early twenties. You didn't like to do this line of work before. Don't you think that people in this line of work are ruthless? Think about it, Mr. Gu." Hey, he's doing well in the industry, so, can't he be ruthless and stand out from the crowd? A businessman can't afford it early, do you think he will be a good person for no reason?"

In fact, since Gu Changxi moved to Jiang Song's house, Xing Ce rarely saw some shadows of the old Jiang family's young master in Jiang Song, and he was happy for him.

However, as Gu Changzhen became more and more lenient towards Jiang Song, and probed deeper and deeper, it has exceeded the "temporary care" he expected at the beginning.

Seeing that Jiang Song was taken very well by him, Xing Ce couldn't help worrying: when Gu Changxi took the bottom line, and the property matter was small, he was afraid that Jiang Song himself would end up in an irreversible end.

"That's not the case, he has no bad intentions." Jiang Song was originally worried about something else, but now that Xing Ce is thinking in this direction, he feels a little more relaxed.

He lowered his head and looked at the pattern on the handbag, "Even if it's really like what you said, if he wants something from me, there's nothing I can't give."

After all, he has no possessions, and everything in the future will belong to Gu Changxi.

"Look, look," Xing Ce blew up when he heard his attitude, "Can you think for yourself? You are only so old, you have a long life, can you stop acting like..." he said Not going down, he sighed heavily.

Jiang Song looked at Xing Ce, and smiled easily, "I didn't say that my life is not long! I just said that Changxi is not as complicated as you think. If something happens, it will happen sooner, so please don't worry about it." Baby, nothing can happen to me."

Every time Gu Changyi was mentioned, the two of them would disagree.

It is always difficult for Xing Ce to admit that Jiang Song still treats Gu Changxi as a child.

But old habits die hard.

There was silence in the car for a while, and Jiang Song took the initiative to speak, "How is the company going? Apart from the email you sent me, is there anything else?"

Xing Ce was still angry, and said in a blunt tone, "There's nothing in the company, it's fine."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Song raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xing Ce turned on the turn signal and was about to turn left, "The old man surnamed Zhang has been diagnosed with cancer. It seems to be quite serious, and he is already in the hospital."

"Zhang Rusen?" There was no sign of this, Jiang Song was surprised, "Isn't he always in good health?"

He remembered that Zhang Rusen had a house near the company.

An old man in his 60s rides a mountain bike to and from get off work every day, wearing a helmet and knee pads is very eye-catching. Many company employees often meet him on the road.

"People who suffer from minor illnesses are more likely to suffer from serious illnesses, and young people drink so much wine when they are young, and it will always show up when they are older." Xing Ce couldn't help but say a few more words to him, "You too Similarly, the current situation is not like a few years ago, when the crisis was so severe, and the consumption was so severe at that time... Now you should raise it, don’t let it grow old, and you will have a lot of problems when you get older.”

Jiang Song lowered his head and smiled, ignoring his words, "Which hospital is he in?"

Xing Ce glared at him, "You, don't just go to see that old thing! He rebelled into the Wu family in front of the entire board of directors, you, forgot?"

"It's two different things." Jiang Song lowered his eyes, "He's an old man of the Jiang family, he should go see him when he's sick."

Xing Ce knew that he was talking in vain, so he simply stopped wasting words and turned around and drove directly to the hospital.

"If you want to go up, you go up by yourself, I'll wait for you below." Xing Ce unlocked the car door with an angry face.

"Okay, then I'll come down quickly." Jiang Song got out of the car and closed the door, and entered the hospital building alone.

The inpatient department of the oncology department has a heavy atmosphere, and the men and women who come in and out have worries on their faces.

It was visiting time, and Jiang Song found Zhang Rusen's single room.

Zhang Rusen was sitting alone on the sofa trimming a pot of roses, and some branches and leaves and clear water for watering the flowers were scattered on the coffee table.

Except that he was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown and the bags under his eyes were slightly deeper, he didn't look much different from before.

Looking up and seeing Jiang Song, he said bluntly, "What are you doing here?"

"I heard that Uncle Zhang is ill, so I'm here to visit." Jiang Song put the fruit flower basket bought at the entrance of the hospital on the bedside.

Zhang Rusen smiled dismissively, "Come here to see when I'm going to die? Don't worry, I've already found a good doctor. My tumor like this stage has been cured much more."

"I hope you recover soon and live a long life." Jiang Song sat down beside him, took the gardening scissors in his hand, and carefully trimmed the protruding blind flower branches, "You taught me to prune roses when I was young, I haven't forgotten it until now. When you recover and go home, I will find some pots of green calyx and send them over."

With a sneer on Zhang Rusen's face, he made a "stop" gesture at him, "Don't be hypocritical with me, it's useless to play such clever tricks. I broke up with the Jiang family, and you didn't let me share the shares." Take it away. You have turned a blind eye to all the hard work I have done in the Jiang family, so why are you playing the emotional card now?"

"When I was young, you often praised me for being smart, but now that I've grown up, I've become a little smart?" Jiang Song looked at him with a smile while cutting the flower branches.

Zhang Rusen was the first batch of veterans brought into the company by his father.

When he was first hired by Jiang Zhengguo, he was just an ordinary middle-aged man who was approaching his age but had no success in his career.

At that time, he couldn't even live in a decent house, so he had to come to Jiang's house to live in transition from time to time.

Little Jiang Song liked him very much.

Because when Zhang Rusen came, he always told him some reasoning stories, or took him to guess riddles.

The two people are much different in age, but they have become friends who forget the year, and they have their own little secret code.

When Jiang Zhengguo's career was on the rise, Jiang Song had just entered elementary school.

Later, Zhang Rusen followed the Jiang family to make money to buy a new house. Occasionally, Jiang Zhengguo was not free, so he entrusted Jiang Song to help him take him for a day and a half.

Unlike Jiang Zhengguo who devoted himself to business, Zhang Rusen has some hobbies that don't cost a lot of money.For example, pick up some flowers and plants, and raise eight goldfishes.

When he was a child, Jiang Song also liked to be quiet and not to move. Holding a brush, ink, paper and inkstone, he could paint with Zhang Rusen's gadgets all day long.

"After I learned calligraphy from my teacher's house, I often come to your house to draw and write. You think it is too hard for me to carry a big bag of things back and forth, and you are afraid that I will not grow tall, so you even set up a room at home for me room." Jiang Song cut the miscellaneous branches, put down the scissors, and smiled softly, "You praised me for painting roses the best, and you even picked a picture of a purple robe and jade belt to hang in the living room."

Zhang Rusen pondered for a moment, "Jiang Song, since you still like to bring up these old things, then I will also think about those old friendships and give you some advice."

He rested his hands on his knees, tapping his index fingers lightly.

Jiang Song looked at his fingers and said softly, "Speak."

Zhang Rusen snorted coldly and said, "The Jiang family can be regarded as your father's hard work. But you, Jiang Song, have a gentle and stubborn temperament, more than kindness and more than fruit, and you are definitely not a good material for business.

When the Jiang family fell into your hands, your wisest choice was to sell it quickly and stop the loss before it withered, instead of clinging to it. "

Jiang Song listened quietly.

"I heard that the money you bought my shares was paid by Gu's Energy. Gu Changxi is like your opposite. He is a natural businessman with superb methods and resolute methods. Jiang's family fell into his mouth. There will be no leftovers." Zhang Rusen tapped a few noodles and wiped away some of the water that just fell on the table, "I advise you to sell the Jiang family shares as soon as possible, and the money will definitely be enough for you to eat and drink for the rest of your life."

Jiang Song's eyes narrowed slightly, not in a hurry, "Uncle Zhang said these words before he left Jiang's house. I answered them positively, and I haven't changed my mind until now."

Zhang Rusen smiled contemptuously, and swept the branches and leaves and water on the table into the trash can, "You are ignorant and brave."

Jiang Song stood up and bowed slightly to him, "I'll go back first, and I'll come to see you another day."

Exiting the ward, he bumped into Wu Qingshan who was carrying a fruit basket.

"Yo, cousin." Wu Qingshan couldn't see the recent impact on Wu's family, and he still had a smile on his face, "What a coincidence, you also came to see Uncle Zhang?"

"I just heard about it, come and have a look." Jiang Song answered him lightly.

"Yes, after all, there is no one else in your family." Wu Qingshan raised his chin at the word "oncology department", "In this life, it is best not to live in this kind of place, there are too many people who come and go. "

"Oh, really?" Jiang Song shrugged perfunctorily, "There are still many people in Mr. Wu's family, so I have to worry."

The smile on Wu Qingshan's face flickered, "You still like to joke so much. I'll go in and say hello to Uncle Zhang. Wait for me for a minute, let's find a place to talk."

"I don't have time." Jiang Song had nothing to say to him.

"Okay, okay," Wu Qingshan smiled accommodatingly, "Then let me tell you first, and I will find another time to see Uncle Zhang later."

Jiang Song waited, with a little impatience on his face.

Wu Qingshan pulled him to a secluded stairwell, "Jiang Song, cousin has a favor, you have to help."

"Really?" Jiang Song raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why didn't I think there was such a thing?"

"Hey, don't make fun of me!" Wu Qingshan's face was a little irritated, "Before you went to Baiyun Mountain, Yang Guangyuan, that trash, couldn't even do a little thing reliably, it seems that Gu Changzhen misunderstood We are."

"Misunderstanding?" Jiang Song squinted at him, half-smiling, "What misunderstanding?"

Wu Qingshan said: "The incident at Baiyun Mountain was actually because Yang Guangyuan was crazy about money, cheated at both ends with donations, and finally implicated our Wu family."

He looked at Jiang Song, "Isn't the guy surnamed Gu there at that time? We are rivals in the mall, and this incident must have caught us by the hair. Of course, I'm just speculating...he will They will not dig deep from the point of Baiyun Mountain and fabricate some unwarranted things to make a fuss about."

"And then?" Jiang Song crossed his arms and couldn't help but want to see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"Then you see, isn't there some connection between you?" Wu Qingshan said very vaguely, "Can you think of a way to help me find out the truth about Gu Changzhen?"

He caught up with a few more words: "We are still a family no matter what. Gu Changxi didn't deal with the Wu family, and he even stared at the Jiang family's property. No matter what misunderstanding you have about your cousin or the Wu family, it is time Unanimously external."

"Unanimously external." Jiang Song slowly repeated these four words.

There were heavy footsteps coming from down several flights of stairs.

"Yeah!" Wu Qingshan gave a hammer in his hand, and his voice became lower and more eager, "I didn't expect that Gu's Energy really has something. If he really gets into it, our life will not be so good. It's better."

"It's okay, I don't think I can have a hard time." Jiang Song leaned on the handrail of the stairs, not caring.

The sound of footsteps going upstairs was getting closer.

"Jiang Song." Wu Qingshan's face turned slightly blue, "Do you think that Gu Changzhen can be a big tree for you to enjoy the shade? I advise you to be sober, even if he gives you some sweetness now, it will only treat you Be a plaything. Are you not afraid of losing your father's face when you have fallen to this point?"

Hearing what he said, Jiang Song couldn't help taking a half step back in disgust, "What kind of nasty things are in your head?"

The smile on Wu Qingshan's face became malicious, "Do you think there are still people in the capital who don't know? What does it mean that Gu Changxi lives in the house of an enemy who abandoned him and still stays with you?"

"I sent him to school, why is he his enemy?" Jiang Song disagreed, "Your imagination is too rich."

Wu Qingshan leaned into his ear, and whispered mockingly: "You are only deceiving yourself with these words."

Step, step, step.

When Wu Qingshan moved away from Jiang Song, the footsteps downstairs just stopped.

Jiang Song turned his head with a face full of boredom, just in time to see a person standing under a flight of stairs.

Gu Changxi maintained a posture of looking up, there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Wu." His icy focus stayed on Wu Qingshan for less than half a second, and then converged on Jiang Song's face, "And...Mr. Jiang."

If it had passed, Jiang Song might have been bluffed by him.

But now he's used to Gu Changyi's gloomy demeanor, and all his attention is focused on his hands.

It was a kraft paper bag with the words "get medicine" printed on it, and the logo of the outpatient department of the hospital was on one corner.

Jiang Song narrowed his eyes slowly, looking down at Gu Changxi from above, "Didn't you go on a business trip?"