At around nine o'clock in the evening, Nan Cheng took a shower by himself, and when he came out, he had wet hair on his head.
Because it was wet, my hair became even more curly. It looked like it was fried.
Fortunately, she has a pretty little face and big eyes, which does not affect her appearance.
Ye Hanzhi went to get a hair dryer, let him sit on his lap, and blew his hair.
Tang Zhixi followed them over after dinner. Now she is sitting quietly on the carpet, tying incense and seals seriously.
The sound of the hair dryer suddenly sounded. Tang Zhixi turned her head and glanced. She saw Nan Cheng sitting obediently on Ye Hanzhi's lap, holding a Rubik's cube in his hand, and he was trying to puzzle it up.
This little devil is rarely so good to anyone, and he has many bad intentions. But he is very obedient to Ye Hanzhi.
Ye Hanzhi noticed her gaze, turned his head and looked over, smiling at her.
Tang Zhixi raised her eyebrows slightly, lowered her head and poured out the ashes in the incense burner.
After blow-drying Nan Cheng's hair, Ye Hanzhi took him to bed.
"Good night." Nan Cheng and Tang Zhixi said.
"Yes." Tang Zhixi messed up his freshly blow-dried hair, patted his butt and said, "Good night. Go to sleep."
Ye Hanzhi took Nan Cheng back to the room, but he never came back. Tang Zhixi lit all the incense, but he hadn't come out yet.
Just as he was about to get up and go to see if he was going to sleep with Nan Cheng, his cell phone suddenly rang.
It was Song Zhengde who called.
Song Zhengde called her many times early this morning and during the day, but she didn't even hear her when her cell phone was muted.
Later I saw it and ignored it.
After turning on the sound on his cell phone in the afternoon, Song Zhengde didn't call again. It must be that there were too many things going on and he didn't bother to call Tang Zhixi anymore.
Looking at the incoming call on her mobile phone, Tang Zhixi thought for a while and answered the call, then pressed the speakerphone again.
She thought Song Zhengde would yell at him, but he didn't. There was infinite fatigue in his voice, and he no longer had the strength to shout.
"Tang Zhixi, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Don't you know what I want to do?" Tang Zhixi said calmly, "Everything I do is explained publicly, and millions of netizens know what I want to do. Mr. Song can't understand what's on the Internet, right?
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As soon as she finished saying this, Ye Hanzhi came out of Nan Cheng's room. He closed the door gently and saw Tang Zhixi answering the phone, so he stood there without moving.
"We can talk about whatever you want." Song Zhengde's voice seemed to be holding his breath, "As long as you withdraw the lawsuit and settle the news on the Internet. Whether you want shares or want to return to the Song family, we all have
We can talk.”
Tang Zhixi held the incense broom in her hand, twirling it on her fingertips, and said, "Does your Song family have a throne to inherit? Would I want to return to the Song family? Are you, the Song family, worthy of it?"
Ye Hanzhi lowered his eyes and smiled, but his mouth was still so bad.
Song Zhengde was choked, silent for a while, and then came back to the topic: "Then what do you want to do? If the Song family collapses, and the Song Group collapses, what good will it do to you."
"What do I care about your Song family? All I want is to give Tang Xueche a clean slate." Tang Zhixi turned her hand around the incense brush and said softly, "A clean slate that is twenty-six years late."
Listening to her words, Ye Hanzhi frowned slightly, feeling that something was not right.
"It's been so many years, why do we have to bring it up again?"
"You don't want others to find out. Don't do such an immoral thing at that time." Tang Zhixi said, "You Song family and He family have no background in bullying Tang Xueche. I knew that she couldn't do anything to you, so I did it with peace of mind.
It was a shameful thing. After more than twenty years, I thought no one would know about it, so I kept pouring dirty water on her."
"Are you scared now that the matter has been revealed?" Tang Zhixi's voice was very soft, so soft that it made people feel cold, "I tell you, it's too late."
Song Zhengde was silent for a while and said: "I can give you shares, twice as much as An Rou. The extra double will be regarded as the compensation I give you and your mother."
Tang Zhixi sneered and said, "Song Zhengde, have you forgotten something? Song Chengyou is the illegitimate son. He Yanxin is the third party. Tang Zhixi should have inherited the Song family."
"You!" Song Zhengde obviously didn't expect that she would say that. He was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.
Tang Zhixi touched the soft bristles on the incense broom, looked at the phone and said, "Song Zhengde, do you know what day it is today?"
Song Zhengde was silent again for a few seconds before asking: "What day?"
"April 15th is the anniversary of Tang Xueche's death." Tang Zhixi lowered her eyes and said these words slowly.
She could feel through the phone that Song Zhengde's breathing was stagnant. A long time passed, but Song Zhengde didn't speak or hang up the phone.
Ye Hanzhi looked at Tang Zhixi's back quietly.
Tang Zhixi spoke again: "On the death day, you have to bring something to commemorate it to comfort the souls of the deceased."
After she said this, you could clearly hear from the phone that Song Zhengde's breathing was disordered.
"Otherwise, why do you think I have evidence in my hands, but I didn't speak out to clarify when you slandered me again and again that I was an illegitimate daughter." Tang Zhixi said, "I have been waiting for this day. She is also wronged.
It has been more than ten years. After so many years, I have to find a grand day to clear my grievances."
There was obviously no change in Tang Zhixi's voice, and her expression was always cold and careless. But her words became more and more eerie and terrifying.
"Song Zhengde, it's been so many years. Do you still remember what she looks like? What does she like? What does she look like when she smiles?" Tang Zhixi said heartily, "When you were watching the newlyweds laughing beside your pillow, did you ever think about it?
The bones of old people have withered in the loess soil, and there are injustices in the ground."
Song Zhengde suddenly hung up the phone.
Tang Zhixi glanced at the hung up cell phone and put the incense stick back in her hand. Then she turned to look at Ye Hanzhi and said, "Eavesdropping again."
Ye Hanzhi smiled, walked over, sat next to her, hugged her from behind, and said, "Well, I accidentally eavesdropped again."
"Is this accidental?"
Ye Hanzhi rubbed his face against hers: "It was accidental."
"Don't move." Tang Zhixi tilted her head and hid, "It's itchy."
Ye Hanzhi smiled and kissed her on the face: "Okay, stop moving."
After hugging her for a while, Ye Hanzhi said: "In the afternoon, the Song Group's stock price dropped to its limit."
"No wonder Song Zhengde was quiet all afternoon."
Ye Hanzhi held her hand and squeezed it: "Do you need my help?"
Tang Zhixi thought for a moment and said, "No."
"Alas -" Ye Hanzhi said in frustration, "What my boyfriend did is of no use at all."
"It still has some uses," Tang Zhixi said.
"What?"
"It's quite comfortable to be an armchair." Tang Zhixi said, leaning against him again.
Ye Hanzhi also hugged her into his arms: "How about I hold you like this to sleep at night?"
Tang Zhixi turned to look at him: "In comparison, I still feel more comfortable lying on the bed."
Ye Hanzhi laughed and was no longer poor. After kissing her face again, he said: "Go to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow."