The door of the ward was opened again, and Monica and Jiang Cheng walked in wrapped in the cold winter air.
Monica put the handbag at the end of the bed, and said softly, "Teacher Song, I brought them all."
Song Yu thanked him in a low voice, his expression was calm, but his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper polishing a table, even Jiang Cheng frowned in surprise—he was fine before he left.
Seeing the bloodshot eyes in Song Yu's eyes, Monica looked worried: "Teacher Song, are you alright?"
"It's fine." Song Yu replied.
Although the voice was very soft, the person on the hospital bed frowned suddenly. Song Yu patted Zhou Yan through the quilt to comfort him, and then he slowly calmed down again.
Monica stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to make a sound, Song Yu pointed to the door of the ward and walked out first.
The two found a quiet corner and stood still, Song Yu said seriously: "Monica, there is something you need to do right away."
Monica instinctively felt that it must have something to do with Zhou Yanqing. She brushed the broken hair by her ear and straightened her waist unconsciously: "Ms. Song, what's the matter?"
Song Yu asked her: "Now the Weibo account of the studio has been managed by Xiao Zhang, but I remember that account was registered by you at the beginning?"
Monica nodded: "Yes, it's me."
"Do you remember the password?"
Monica patted her chest and said to herself, "Remember, your pinyin of your name plus your birthday has always been this password."
Song Yu laughed, it was the first time he knew that the Weibo password also had hidden secrets.
He pondered for a while, and said: "You will contact Xiao Zhang immediately and ask him to draw up a statement from the company's position, saying that the obscenity incident is purely a rumor. The company has already reported to the police and will investigate the matter with the assistance of relevant departments. It’s a matter, and Xiao Zhou’s innocence. Tomorrow morning, you will use the studio’s account to release this statement, and at the same time use my personal account to forward this statement. The company provided Xiao Zhou with my personal account on the work mobile phone, and the mobile phone is in In the drawer of Xiao Zhou’s desk. After finishing these things tomorrow morning, you should go to the police. Remember, you must finish these things before Meng Shiping finds out. I will not go to the company for the next few days. Just say that I asked you to do this, let him come to me no matter what happens, you know?"
Since joining the company, this is the first time Monica has heard Song Yu say such a long paragraph in one breath, and it is also the first time that Song Yu has directly arranged work for her. She didn't feel fresh or interesting because of it, and Song Yu's dignified expression made her a little nervous. She licked her dry lips, keenly aware that a storm might be coming.
Even though there were many doubts in her heart, Monica suppressed her strong curiosity. She nodded solemnly: "Okay, does Teacher Song have any other arrangements?"
Song Yu didn't speak, Monica looked a few years younger than usual without makeup, which reminded him of Monica when she first joined the company. At that time, she had just graduated from university, and she exuded the unique vigor and vitality of girls of that age. He watched Monica grow from a little girl who knew nothing about the world slowly to the mature, steady but hearty little girl she is now. woman.
He has always liked Monica, but after his rebirth, he couldn't trust anyone who had appeared in the previous life at all. Of course, he also speculated on Monica with the greatest malice. But when he learned from Zhou Yanqing's notebook that Monica risked anonymously sending a contract to Song Yue after his death, he felt very complicated.
And Gao Lei, the cowardly and snobbish assistant in his eyes, was condemned by his conscience because of his death, and revealed some clues of his suicide to Zhou Yanqing.
If it weren't for Gao Lei, Zhou Yanqing wouldn't have stepped into the truth step by step, and wouldn't have made a mistake to go back to two years ago through time and space like him, and wouldn't have painstakingly stayed by his side to stare at Meng Shiping and Han Jin , so as to get himself into trouble.
Song Yu put away his complicated thoughts, and gently patted Monica's shoulder like a big brother: "Thank you for your hard work, and drive carefully."
"Hmm!" Monica's cheeks were flushed, and she ran away shyly. She turned back after not running far, and stood two steps away and said to Song Yu: "Brother Song, did you find out? You are a bit aggressive today!"
Song Yu smiled: "Scared you?"
"No, no, no." Monica shook her head desperately, pointing to her eyes, "It may be a bit too abstract for me to say this, but you have a different look in your eyes today, just like a different person."
"It's a different person..."
Song Yu murmured, filled with emotion in his heart. He thought that he had been reborn the moment he was reborn, but in fact until today, he was still the indecisive Song Yu. He was not straightforward enough to those who betrayed and murdered him. Not only did he retreat many times not to retaliate, he even advised himself more than once that perhaps "changing the dressing" was his malicious slander against Meng and Han.
Until just now, he saw the contents of Zhou Yanqing's notebook, and knew too many truths that even he didn't know. The antidepressant that was replaced with vitamin tablets, the 30 million contract, and the mobile phone that could not be returned, all of them showed that changing the medicine was not his imagination. Maybe Meng and Han were plotting against him from a long time ago. money and company.
From this moment on, he really felt the huge change in his heart. Zhou Yanqing gave him the truth and also gave him endless power. Zhou Yanqing let him know that in his previous life, he was missed by many people, and in this life, he is not a weird lone traveler in this time and space. There is someone like him who came here two years later and spared no effort to help him find out the truth , wanted to save him.
All the hatred in his heart had a clear target, and all the uneasiness had a tangible goal. His life in the two lives had never been as vigorous as it was at this moment.
He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said to Monica, "Thank you."
After Monica left, Song Yu didn't return to the ward immediately, he found a secluded corner, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Beep—" After two beeps, the other party answered the phone, "I thought you had forgotten me in a certain corner of the world." The person on the other end of the phone protracted the sound, sounding a little light.
Song Yu ignored the other party's teasing, and said in a deep voice, "I have time to meet in these two days."
"Oh? Is there a place for me so soon? Didn't you say that you want to check him slowly?" The other party seemed surprised.
Song Yu pinched the bridge of his nose. What he regrets most now is that he didn't find someone to follow Meng Shiping and Han Jin 24 hours a day after his rebirth. If he had stretched out his hand decisively at the beginning, he wouldn't be so passive now.
Song Yu glanced at the location of the ward. Although he couldn't see anything except the closed ward door, his ups and downs calmed down instantly.
"Let's talk about it when we meet." Song Yu didn't want to say any more, and hung up the phone directly.
It was late at night, and Jiang Cheng was ready to accompany him at night, but Song Yu asked him to go back to sleep, saying that he would just come and watch the night.
"No, I'll just watch it. You can go back and rest." Jiang Cheng thought Song Yu was just being polite, so he waved his hand quickly.
Song Yu laughed: "You should still have work tomorrow, I'll take care of it here, as for the hot search, you can rest assured, I'll take care of it."
Jiang Cheng rubbed his hands awkwardly, Song Yu's calm tone and low voice made people feel at ease, as if all problems could be solved immediately. But Song Yu's attitude also made him feel strange, no matter how good a boss is, he wouldn't show such earnest care after his assistant got injured, right
Song Yu could see Jiang Cheng's hesitation, and added: "There are many things that need to be consulted with Xiao Zhou before we can proceed, so I want to know as soon as possible, you can rest assured and go back to rest."
Seeing that Song Yu was so determined, Jiang Cheng didn't insist anymore. He said cautiously: "Thank you for your hard work. I will ask the company for leave tomorrow and come back."
"Okay." Song Yu replied.
Jiang Cheng picked up his down jacket and was about to leave. He hesitated for a moment, bit his lips and turned around and said, "Mr. Song, Yanqing has said more than once that he chose drama and literature because of your approval." Influence, he likes you very much and admires you. He has always been a hardworking and honest person, and he has good expectations for the future. He said that he would write an excellent work to match your performance." As he said that, Jiang Cheng blushed first, and he rubbed his cheeks in embarrassment, "I said this to tell you that Yanqing will not do illegal things like molesting women, nor will he do anything to tarnish your reputation. I think Yanqing will definitely not say these things to you, so... "
Song Yu endured the soreness in his chest and tried his best to put on a calm look. He shook his head and replied, "Thank you for telling me that he didn't tell me these things. I also believe that Xiao Zhou would not do this, you Don't worry, I'll take care of this."
Zhou Yanqing never said it, but Song Yu saw it early on. It's just that at the time he only regarded it as a small fan's admiration for the idol, but he didn't know that there was a deeper reason behind it, and he foolishly took advantage of Zhou Yanqing's feelings.
After Jiang Cheng left, the ward fell completely silent.
It may be that the heater was turned on too high and it was a little hot, Zhou Yanqing stretched out her hand from the quilt in her sleep. His fingers were slender and delicate, and his nails were neatly trimmed, forming a small semicircle. Song Yu stared at the round and red fingertips for a long time, then stretched out his hand and squeezed it lightly. Seeing that Zhou Yanqing didn't feel any discomfort, he gently and slowly held the warm and soft fingertips. hand.
Aoyama buried bones
I took the time to code a chapter and put it up, mainly because I want to explain why I haven't updated it recently.
Last year, my father was seriously ill, and he did not recover very well after the operation. Recently, I have been running around with him in the hospital because of his physical problems. One is that I don’t have time to write, and the other is that I am so anxious that I can’t calm down. Write, so there is no update for a long time. I will continue to write after the three-dimensional matter is dealt with, and it shouldn't make you wait too long.
I asked for leave on Weibo, but many readers who followed me didn’t follow my Weibo and probably didn’t know it, so I’m explaining it.
I don't want to pass this kind of negative energy to everyone, but I am afraid that people will misunderstand me, so I decided to explain it after thinking about it.
I will not drop this article, please rest assured. (73 hugged everyone)
Although I haven't responded to everyone's comments, I have seen them all. Thank you very much for your encouragement and blessings, and I love you all.