Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui turned on his mobile phone to check Dr. Liang's information on the spot. The person who can be He Shanting's attending doctor should not be an unknown person.

Sure enough, Dr. Leung's information is listed on Encyclopedia. He was admitted to Tsinghua University School of Medicine at the age of 16, and studied abroad under the sponsorship of He Shi. He graduated from Oxford University with a Ph.D.

Song Zui saw the last sentence and subconsciously stroked the scar on his eye. It was hard to imagine that such a serious stab wound would heal, leaving only a shallow scar that was almost invisible.

It's not something ordinary doctors can do.

He recalled that Dr. Liang's voice was very familiar when he first met him, not only Dr. Liang's He Shanting's voice was also inexplicably familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Could it be He Shanting who rescued him in the southwest?

This absurd guess couldn't help but grow in Song Zui's heart, he turned off his phone and walked into the ward.

The man sat on the hospital bed and read a magazine with a casual look.

Song Zui put the flower basket on the table by the window, because someone with a sharper nose than a dog couldn't bear the slight scent of hyacinths, so he turned to ask after putting it away.

"When are you going to leave the hospital?"

"Kiss me and talk."

He Shanting put down the magazine and turned his head to look at him, Song Zui reluctantly walked over and kissed him: "When are you going to be discharged from the hospital?"

However, the other party pretended to be innocent, and blinked his eyelashes to show the patient's fragility: "I may not recover."

Song Zui felt like punching someone, but he couldn't connect the person in front of him with the gentle and taciturn person. It was more likely that He Shanting was a thousand-year-old vixen.

At that time, He Shanting should have been studying abroad at Stanford.

Song Zui put this absurd thought behind him, pressed his temple and gave an ultimatum: "If you don't stay in the hospital, I'll leave."

He Shanting looked at the back of the young man leaving angrily, and called Assistant Fang to go through the discharge procedures.

Assistant Fang was both relaxed and anxious when he heard that He Shanting was going to be discharged from the hospital. He was relaxed because he finally had to deal with the company's affairs, and anxious because the situation of being discharged from the hospital at night must be quite urgent.

The assistant above the car asked worriedly, "Did something go wrong tonight?"

Seeing the man in the rearview mirror nodding, he was ready to hear the bad news. There was a high probability that Chen Ming would make a move.

Unexpectedly, the man replied flatly: "If you don't come out of the hospital, the kid should lose his temper."

Assistant Fang swallowed his words. Their boss is a love brain, and he is considering whether to find another job.

After being discharged from the hospital, Song Zui returned home by bus. Song Tiantian squatted at the gate of the courtyard and stretched his neck, looking like a pitiful bald sparrow.

After all the cat food in the food bowl was gone, he opened a can of turkey for Song Tiantian, and the kitten lay down beside the bowl and began to eat.

Song Zui sat on a chair and did his homework for a while, making up his mind not to go to the hospital tomorrow, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door, he went to the courtyard door in doubt to open it.

As soon as the door was opened, a man with gray-blue eyes stood outside the door.

Song Zui looked at He Shanting outside the door, unable to vent his anger. The other party was very good at controlling his thoughts, but he always restrained himself at the last second. He had no choice but to turn his face away and hand over the key.

After a while, Assistant Fang brought the things from He Shanting, and the famous porcelain paintings almost filled the house.

Of course, most things are meaningless in Song Zui's eyes, they are beautiful but useless luxury goods, and the gold and jade are worthless.

Same as He Shanting.

He helped Assistant Fang pack up his things, and finally there was a mahogany box full of thick German books.

He put the books on the shelf one by one, and suddenly a picture fell out of the book, it was a yellowed portrait.

The brushstrokes of the painting are messy and willful. It can only be seen that the boy is sitting on the roof facing the bright sun with his head up. Large areas of bright colors are sprinkled on the painting, which has a mottled and almost neurotic aesthetic.

Although he didn't know much about art, he also felt the strong emotion contained in the brush strokes, the silent preference that was so strong that it couldn't hide it.

The world is black and white.

Only the painted people are in color.

Song Zui used his lack of writing skills to make up a story. He silently kept this messy painting, which should be a work of art collected by He Shanting.

However, the next second he found He Shanting's German name Ludwig on the back of the painting, and the date was the summer three years ago, no wonder there was such a hot sun.

Song Zui, who thought he had caught the other party's handle, suddenly became restless. A narcissistic person like He Shanting would definitely not draw a random person. Who is the person in the painting?

He stared at it for a while and put the folded painting back into the book. After Assistant Fang left, he pretended to be calm and went to the living room.

He sat on the chair with a book in his hand, and asked He Shanting indifferently: "I forgot to ask, did you have someone you liked before?"

He Shanting looked at him.

Song Zui swallowed his throat and explained: "I just ask casually, it's okay if I don't want to say it, I don't care anyway."

He Shanting looked at the young man who said he didn't care but pricked up his ears nervously, and answered seriously with the corners of his lips curled up.

"There is one."

Song Zui didn't know whether to worry about whether the other party liked someone or was lucky to have only liked one person, he clenched his fists when he thought of that painting, He Shanting had never painted him.

He told himself that it was no big deal, that he could spend money to ask for drafts after taking the prize money from the competition, besides, it was normal for He Shanting to have liked others at his age, so there was nothing to worry about.

Did not catch up again.

The teenager who figured out the standard answer in his head sat on the table and read a book with peace of mind. He didn't care about who that person was or what he was like. The most important thing for a person is to grasp the moment and focus on himself. Learning is not as important as thinking about these questions.

After finishing the book, he went to bed lightly and went to sleep, the pretty boy covered the quilt lightly, and the pretty boy closed his eyes lightly.

But the moment he closed his eyes, the pretty boy, who was dedicated to learning, sat up straight, like a little zombie with only affixed talisman paper on it.

No.

I still care about it.

When He Shanting walked into the room, he saw the young man with his head lowered and asking him with a gloomy look: "What is that person like?"

He closed his eyes and thought for a while.

"Very cruel to me."

"No conscience."

"Run after saving."

Song Zui couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, but he felt like he was scolding himself without any evidence, so he said without hesitation: "You are the kind of person who will speak ill of your ex after breaking up."

He Shanting was amused.

"I won't speak ill of you."

Song Zui didn't believe the other party's nonsense, but immediately he was hugged and kissed by the man, the soft lips were pried open, and he could clearly feel the other party trying to squeeze in.

The juvenile's plump buttocks trembled under the thin pajama pants, and it was plump and plump that would sink in with a slight poke, and what was close to it outlined a round shape.

The bedroom door was blown open by the wind.

Song Zui blushed and went to close the door.

However, before the door was closed, the man pushed him against the cold door, and then his legs were separated and hugged, and he could only cling to the other's body tremblingly, with the other's gentle voice in his ears.

"I'll *kill* you."

Song Zui thought he had seen a lot, but every time he would fall under He Shanting's words, the tips of his ears couldn't help turning red, and He Shanting bit his ears.

Damn, pick sensitive places dear.

He was pressed against the cold door firmly, and the door creaked because of the violent shaking, suppressing his sobs as much as possible, the boy's hands lying on the door turned white, and suddenly regretted that he had been discharged from the hospital.

In the morning Song Zui woke up from the bed and gasped for air, put on his clothes to hide the red marks on his buttocks, and walked downstairs slowly like a snail.

When he went downstairs, Assistant Fang was reporting to He Shanting, his words were full of worries, and the young man asked casually, "Is someone going to do something to He's?"

Assistant Fang didn't know how to answer, these things were too complicated for a student, but He Shanting hummed and asked softly: "I'm bankrupt, do you still want me?"

Assistant Fang thought that Song Zui would comfort him gently, and there was no other way but to comfort him, after all, this matter involved too much.

If another person asked this question, Song Zui would still be a little heartbroken, but the one who asked this question was He Shanting who had countless tricks.

Just speechless.

He wouldn't believe it if He Shanting was tricked so easily, he raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "It's like you were fucking rich when I met you."

Assistant Fang felt that he had been misunderstood as well. Song Xiao had a bit of a temper, and what was originally a warm scene became a large-scale scene of rehabilitating old debts.

On the other side, countless people are paying attention to He's shareholding dispute. Some analysts are not optimistic about He's defense, thinking that He's long-term equity is scattered and the stock price is relatively low, which cannot resist the attack of hundreds of millions of dollars.

Of course, TC Group and Chen Ming's own funds are not large, and the cost of manipulating such a large amount of funds is bound to be high. They must have carried out highly risky leveraged financing. If they cannot acquire He's, the result will be quite disastrous. It can be said that they are in a prisoner's dilemma.

Mr. Zheng was terrified when he heard the news that He Shanting was discharged from the hospital, and now it was too late to stop, he didn't want to get involved with the panic anymore: "Why don't we just forget about it?"

"I contacted He's shareholder BNK yesterday." Chen Ming's words revealed that he was determined to win, "He is willing to become a concerted actor, so that the total shares in our hands will add up to 20%, and we only need to acquire another 31% of the shares. "

A person acting in concert refers to expanding the shareholding ratio of a listed company through an agreement or arrangement, which is equivalent to three companies binding together to cooperate, and they only need to continue to acquire the remaining shares.

Mr. Zheng didn't expect that BNK would also intervene. After all, the group's external image has always been an overseas investor who does not intervene in management. It is not surprising to think about it. Who would refuse greater benefits?

Chen Ming categorically persuaded Mr. Zheng: "It's useless for him to go back to the company."

When BNK sent the agreement of persons acting in concert, Mr. Zheng immediately decided to continue the acquisition and put all the remaining funds into the stock market to block the chance of turning back.

When Assistant Fang learned that BNK had reached an agreement with Chen Mingfang on acting in concert, he forgot to find another family, and expressed complete anger in his tone: "I didn't expect BNK to also be greedy for He's, no wonder the response to He's being sniped was mediocre."

"Who is not envious?"

He Shanting asked calmly.

Assistant Fang didn't understand He Shanting's calmness, and seemed to ignore Chen Mingfang at all, and even suppressed the board's plan to suspend trading to delay the time at the meeting.

Chen Mingfang was extremely careful in manipulating He's stocks, because the funds in his hand could only be said to be barely enough, and he had to lure small and medium investors to sell their bargaining chips at low prices.

They released the news that He's may suspend trading. As expected, many investors rushed to sell their stocks at a low price. When the stock price drops again, they can act.

The strange thing is that they firmly control the stock price, but there are fewer and fewer shares in the market, as if another hand is manipulating the stock price, and when the acquisition reaches 23%, the accident happens suddenly.

They have no stock to buy.

This means that someone is buying He's shares in a low-key way. Generally speaking, there are traces of large transactions, but the other party's operations are extremely subtle, and it is completely invisible that they are quietly collecting chips, so that it is too late for them to find out.

Chen Ming and the two had a bad premonition in their hearts, and Chen Ming comforted himself that it might be uncertain who wanted a piece of the pie, after all, how many pairs of eyes were on the stock market.

However, in the afternoon, he learned that He's announced its privatization.

The premise of privatizing He’s is that the board of directors passes a resolution. Although the He family is the major shareholder in He’s, the shares account for less than 75%, and they have no absolute control over He’s. The directors will not pass He Shanting’s proposal to privatize He’s .

This sentence shows that He Shanting has gained absolute control. Chen Ming was puzzled by this, and couldn't help calling He Shanting: "Where did you get the funds from?"

It's true that He Shanting has money, but he doesn't have the money to this extent. If he had the funds to swallow the He family, he would have swallowed it long ago. There is no need to wait until this time to do it.

On the phone, He Shanting spoke leisurely.

"There was none."

"You can suppress the stock price."