"What's the matter?" Zhou Yanwei slightly opened his eyes wide because of curiosity.
Before he could speak in the future, the cell phone in Song Yu's pocket rang. Estimated time, Monica should have sent out the statement. He thought it was a call from Monica or Meng Shiping, but he never thought that it was from Aunt Zhao who took care of her gentleness.
Song Yu's heart moved, could it be that something happened to Wen Wan? He smiled apologetically at Zhou Yan as if nothing had happened, said he had something to answer the phone, and left the ward with his mobile phone.
As soon as the call was connected, Aunt Zhao directly omitted the polite greeting, and couldn't wait to speak: "Mr. Song, Madam spoke this morning."
Song Yu frowned, Wen Wan did not lose her ability to speak, she often said something illogical to herself, this is nothing new, it is not worth a special call from Aunt Zhao.
"What did she say?"
Aunt Zhao couldn't hide her joy: "My wife just asked me why Xiao Zhou didn't call her anymore, and she asked me when will you come to see her?"
Song Yu was so puzzled and surprised that his voice trembled a little, "My mother remembers Xiao Zhou?"
Next, Song Yu learned what was going on through the mouth of Aunt Zhao.
It turned out that after returning from the nursing home for the first time, Zhou Yanqing kept in touch with Aunt Zhao almost every day, caring about Wen Wan's situation.
Zhou Yanqing not only sent his photos and videos to Wen Wan every now and then, but also edited his past film and television works for Aunt Zhao to show to Wen Wan, trying to use this method to awaken Wen Wan's dusty memory.
Because Wen Wan didn't resist Zhou Yanqing, so he took the time to video chat with Aunt Zhao and Wen Wan every three days. Even though most of Wen Wan was silent, even if the words were meaningless murmurs, Zhou Yanqing still took the trouble chat with her.
The reason why Aunt Zhao called was because Zhou Yanqing hadn't called the nursing home for the past few days. Wen Wan suddenly asked why Xiao Zhou didn't call this morning, but Aunt Zhao called Zhou Yanqing's cell phone was turned off. So she had no choice but to contact Song Yu.
Song Yu stood there dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time. Zhou Yanqing has been in touch with Aunt Zhao, and he knows it.
The first day he took Zhou Yanqing to the nursing home, he showed his embarrassment and embarrassment to the other party without any shyness. When he got home, he couldn't control his emotions and confide some past events to Zhou Yanqing. At that time, Zhou Yanqing said to him: "If you don't want to go to the nursing home, I will help you visit your aunt."
He acquiesced.
Since then, Zhou Yanqing has visited Wen Wan several times and greeted him, so he knows.
But Song Yu never expected that Zhou Yanqing would do this. However, is the mere tens of thousands of dollars in student donations really worth Zhou Yanqing's doing so much for him
"Mr. Song, did something happen to Xiao Zhou? Mr. Song, are you there?"
Aunt Zhao's voice brought back Song Yu's thoughts. He shook his trembling hands and replied, "He's fine, but he's been feeling a little unwell for the past two days. If nothing happens, we'll go to the nursing home in the afternoon."
Aunt Zhao doesn't usually go online, and she doesn't know the rumors on the Internet, so Song Yu didn't tell the truth.
"Hey, okay, I'll wait for you." Aunt Song was very happy. "The doctor came to see me this morning and said that my wife seems to be getting better. I'll do some tests in the afternoon to make sure."
"Okay, let's go there as soon as possible." Song Yu asked again, "Aunt Zhao, why didn't you tell me this before?"
Aunt Zhao thought that Song Yu had blamed her, so she quickly explained: "Sir, don't blame me. Since Xiao Zhou came, I saw my wife's temperament gradually getting better. I couldn't help but want to tell you, but Xiao Zhou Zhou said that he was afraid that he would make you happy for nothing, so let me wait a little longer."
"Okay, I see, thank you for your hard work."
Song Yu comforted Aunt Zhao for a few words and then hung up the phone. Before she could put it in her pocket, the phone vibrated again. This time it was Monica calling.
Monica said on the phone that Weibo has been posted, Meng Shiping has not gone to the company yet, and now she is going to report to the police station.
After Song Yu hung up the phone, she opened Weibo. Monica had sent her Weibo ten minutes ago, but it was only ten minutes ago. This statement had already had thousands of comments on Weibo. Most of them are passersby who eat melons. They think they hold the sword of justice, and they demand the company to fire Zhou Yanqing with righteous words, and there are also some vicious words.
Song Yu tensed his cheeks, holding the phone tightly. Next, he must put on all his energy and make the person behind the scenes pay the price.
After calming down and returning to the ward, Song Yu heard a familiar voice at the door.
"Yanqing, I'll arrange a single room for you later, and you can live with me after you leave the hospital." It was Anbei's voice.
Song Yu heard Zhou Yan lightly answer: "No, this is a minor injury, and it will be healed in two days."
Anbei's voice suddenly rose: "The injury is a minor injury, but the matter is a major one. When you recover from the injury, you will resign immediately. You don't have to worry about the hot search. I will find someone to deal with it. We must deal with it as soon as possible. To clarify, the school must be waiting for your reaction under pressure, if you don't come up with a convincing truth about this matter as soon as possible, you may really lose your student status."
Song Yu saw through the crack of the door that Zhou Yan sighed lightly, with a disappointed expression.
Song Yu pushed the door tightly and walked in: "The company has issued a statement to prove Xiao Zhou's innocence." He looked at Zhou Yanqing again, "Monica has already reported the crime, we all believe you, as long as the Internet police are dispatched It will soon be found out who the person who spread the rumors is, and the truth will be revealed immediately." As for the person who really manipulated this matter, they have to investigate slowly and grasp their seven inches at a time.
Anbei was a little surprised when he saw Song Yu. He was on a business trip yesterday, and it was already night when he saw the trending searches. He immediately contacted Zhou Yanqing but couldn't get through. Fortunately, Jiang Cheng took the initiative to contact him and told him about Zhou Yanqing's hospitalization.
He didn't sleep all night, and took the first high-speed train in the morning to rush back. As soon as he entered the ward, he couldn't control his emotions and tried to persuade Zhou Yanqing to resign and leave Song Yu's company, leaving this chaotic circle. Shi entered the ward, and it seemed that Song Yu was here to watch the night last night, no wonder he didn't see Jiang Cheng.
"It's time to find out." An Bei calmed down his anxiety, but he still spoke bluntly, "In the end, Yan Qing was also tired of your fame. If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't be..."
"Anbei!" Zhou Yan interrupted Anbei lightly and sharply, because the sound was so loud that it touched his scalp, he couldn't help but "hiss" in pain.
Song Yu immediately walked to the hospital bed and pressed Zhou Yanqing's shoulder: "Don't get excited, calm down."
An Bei also came over. He bent down and made a gesture to zip up his mouth, and said helplessly, "Got it, I'll shut up."
Zhou Yan smiled apologetically, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry." He also knew that Anbei was worried about him, but Anbei didn't know about many things, and he couldn't explain it, so he could only say sorry dryly.
Anbei frowned and pretended to be angry: "What are you sorry for? What are you sorry for?"
"A lot." Zhou Yan smiled lightly, but didn't speak clearly.
The corners of Anbei's mouth were stiff, his eyes were lowered to avoid Zhou Yanqing's eyes, and he said sadly, "You should rest first."
Song Yu said, "Let's go outside and talk in detail."
Zhou Yan looked at Song Yu with a worried face, hesitant to speak, Song Yu gave him a comforting smile, and patted the back of his hand to signal not to worry.
When the two came outside the ward, Song Yu first expressed his position, saying that he would definitely help Zhou Yanqing deal with the obscene rumors, and it would not affect Zhou Yanqing's studies.
Although today was the second meeting between the two, Song Yu could see that Anbei's concern for Zhou Yanqing was different from Jiang Cheng's, and it was beyond the scope of classmates and friends. From his clothes and conversation, it can be seen that Anbei's birth is unusual, and he has the strength to help Zhou Yanqing out of the current predicament. But no matter it was subjective or objective, Song Yu didn't want An Beilai to intervene in this matter.
An Bei opened Weibo in silence, and it was exactly as Song Yu said, ten minutes ago, the official account of Song Yu's studio released a clarification and accountability statement, clearly stating his position.
An Bei lowered his eyes and remained silent, his mind churning. If he uses his father's relationship, he can quickly find out the truth of the incident and keep Zhou Yanqing's student status. But this matter started to ferment from the Internet. Tens of millions of netizens are guided by public opinion. In their eyes, Zhou Yanqing is already a criminal who molests and deceives women. They wish everyone would vote for a rotten egg. Lost subjective judgment ability. Zhou Yanqing was raped by the Internet and searched by human flesh, and all her privacy was exposed to the public.
In addition to finding out the truth, it is also necessary to let the netizens who misunderstood Zhou Yanqing know the truth of the matter, so that this matter can be truly calmed down, otherwise Zhou Yanqing will not have a peaceful life in the future.
Anbei knew that he didn't have that much influence, and Song Yu could do it easily.
"Then I'm counting on you." An Bei said politely, "But after Yan Qing is discharged from the hospital, I will take him to live with me and persuade him to resign. His father is a time bomb, and now he knows Yan Qing In the workplace, Yanqing will not have a peaceful life in the future, and I am afraid it will implicate you."
Song Yu raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, it seemed that Jiang Cheng had already told An Bei everything. He glanced at the position of the ward and said, "Resign and move away, I think Yanqing should respect his own opinion, don't you think so?"
A trace of impatience flashed in Anbei's eyes, and the hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist. Even if Song Yu is not here, Zhou Yanqing may not listen to his persuasion and really leave. Now that Song Yu is here, as if supporting Zhou Yanqing, it is even more impossible for Zhou Yanqing to leave his job, but he can't tie him home.
This feeling of powerlessness and helplessness made Anbei feel frustrated and lost. He pretended to be calm and answered, "Yes."
Under Zhou Yanqing's worried eyes, the two walked into the ward.
Song Yu sat back in front of the hospital bed and leaned closer to Zhou Yanqing: "I haven't finished what I wanted to tell you just now, let's continue now."
"Okay." Zhou Yan lightly blinked instead of nodding.
"Just now I wanted to discuss with you about sending you to my mother's nursing home to recover from your injuries. The environment there is good and suitable for recuperation, and my mother misses you." Seeing Zhou Yanqing was puzzled, Song Yu continued, " The call just now was from Aunt Zhao, she said that my mother asked her why you didn't call her this morning. "
"Really?" Zhou Yanqing's originally dull eyes suddenly shone.
"Really." Song Yu pressed Zhou Yanqing's shoulders to prevent him from moving due to excitement, "After so many years, she finally said a sober word."
A burst of sadness welled up in Zhou Yanqing's heart, he wanted to say something, but his lips trembled uncontrollably.
An Bei stood aside with arms folded, unable to see it anymore, he kicked the stool to interrupt the two of them.
Song Yu glanced at him, then said lightly to Zhou Yan: "I want you to go to a nursing home, but Anbei wants you to move to live with him, we think we should follow your advice, where do you want to go?"
Zhou Yan pursed his lips lightly, not daring to look at An Bei.