"Song Zhengde, what do you mean? Do I agree?" He Yanxin said as he slapped a share donation contract on Song Zhengde.
"Why do you just look through the things in my study?"
"I can't even look at the things in your study now, can I?"
Song Zhengde pinched his eyebrows and sighed: "Yanxin, let's stop arguing, okay? This matter is enough to give me a headache. Can you understand me?"
"Do I understand you? How do I understand you?" He Yanxin said, "The Song family has contributed half as much to what my family has today, but now you want to give some of it to others. You have given away my son and daughter's things to others."
"Yanxin, she is not someone else. She has half of my blood flowing in her body. To say the least, I should give it to her."
"Did you give her something from the Song family? Without our He family, you would be where you are today!"
Song Zhengde was poked in a sore spot and raised his eyes to stare at her. After a while, he said: "Yes, without the He family, the Song family would not be what it is today, let alone Song Chengyou and Song Anrou. Today there will only be Tang Xueche and Song Anrou in this family.
Tang Zhixi."
Hearing that name, He Yanxin raised his hand and slapped Song Zhengde. After the crisp sound, everything fell into silence.
There seemed to be something in the air between the two of them.
He Yanxin clenched his fingers and was stunned for a while before saying: "Zhengde, me."
Song Zhengde said no more, turned around, picked up his clothes and left the house.
When Song Anrou received the call, she was in the dance practice room with Mo Changhuan.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"An Rou, I saw the share donation contract in your father's study, it was for Tang Zhixi."
Hearing these words, Song Anrou suddenly clenched the mineral water bottle in her hand: "Is it effective?"
"No, I just drew up a contract."
"I see."
"What's wrong? Why does your face look so bad all of a sudden?" Mo Changhuan asked after seeing her finish the phone call.
"It's okay." Song Anrou shook her head and smiled, "Chen Zheng wants to marry my sister. My dad wants to give my sister a dowry. My mom is a little unhappy."
"Who would be happy? The daughter of a mistress will remind herself that there was betrayal in this marriage. If I wish her to die," Mo Changhuan said, "I have to prepare a dowry for her when she gets married. If I,
I have to poke a hole in my house."
Song Anrou looked pitiful and worried on the surface, but what she was thinking in her heart was that you, a pig-brained person, could only grasp half of the key points.
So she could only say: "After all, she will be Mrs. Chen from now on. A good relationship with the Chen family will also be a help to the Song family. A helper is better than an enemy. I still understand my father."
"Mrs. Chen?" Mo Changhuan frowned, "Who is interested in her?"
"Chen Zheng."
"Chen Zheng?!" Mo Changhuan stood up straight, with a look of disbelief on his face. His lips trembled twice before he said, "Is this the Chen Zheng I know?"
"Yes." Song Anrou looked innocent, "Why are you so excited? My sister is so beautiful, isn't it normal for Chen Zhengneng to like her?"
"Chen Zheng's eyesight is so high. How could he fall in love with such a rotten person like her?" Mo Changhuan was a little sluggish, "You haven't even gone to school, so what's the use of being beautiful. If you marry such a person, it will affect the next generation.
IQ."
"It's not that serious." Song Anju said, "But my sister's life will definitely be very good in the future. She will definitely be very happy in the entertainment industry. Whatever you want to act in, Chen Zheng just waves his hand and invests, and everything is available. Think about it.
Whoever you let will act can act, and whoever you don't like will be banned."
Mo Changhuan clenched his hands tightly, gritted his teeth, looked empty, and said nothing.
Song Anrou glanced at her, with a hint of ridicule in her eyes, and said: "It's just that Chen Zheng's mother is a bit difficult to get along with. She has too high demands on her daughter-in-law, her life experience, appearance, education, tutoring, and all kinds of requirements, but she doesn't know
Will my sister be embarrassed if she gets married?"
Mo Changhuan suddenly looked at her.
Song Anrou continued: "But fortunately, my sister is a person who doesn't mess around. There are no gossips, no messy private life, and no messy scandals. She keeps herself clean. I believe Mrs. Chen's family has no reason to embarrass herself."
Mo Changhuan pinched his palms, and the look in his eyes became vicious little by little.
**
On the set, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon when Tang Zhixi finished work.
When I took off the costume, the T-shirt underneath was soaked with sweat.
There was no drama in the evening, so she took off her makeup and went back.
Ye Hanzhi followed her into the nanny car, and specifically asked He Yuzhe and Lu Shang to take Jiang Nian to their car.
"Huh? Did you sell my assistant?" Tang Zhixi saw Jiang Nian from the car window in the back seat of He Yuzhe, holding the window with both hands, like an abandoned kitten.
Then the car gradually drove away and disappeared from her sight.
"While you were filming, the three of them fought for the landlord all afternoon. Now they are considered poker buddies." Ye Hanzhi took out the pastries and desserts he bought one by one, "Eat some first."
"Are you afraid that Jiang Nian won't let me eat?"
Ye Hanzhi glanced at her and put the fork in her hand: "Don't worry, you won't get fat. If you do, I will be responsible."
Tang Zhixi smiled and took a mouthful of cream: "How long will you be in Yancheng?"
"Go back to the Imperial Capital tomorrow afternoon." Ye Hanzhi asked, "What's the matter?"
Tang Zhixi shook her head. She had not been to the Imperial Capital for almost half a year.
We had dinner together and returned to Weiyang Palace. Tang Zhixi drew the design draft and went to bed at around eleven o'clock.
At around two o'clock in the morning, the phone's ringtone suddenly rang in the night.
Tang Zhixi suddenly opened her eyes. She took the phone and saw the number that she remembered clearly without any notes. Her heart immediately sank.
I quickly answered the phone, and a male voice on the other side, who sounded like he was in his fifties, said in a tearful tone: "Miss, the young master is in the emergency room."
Ye Hanzhi was dealing with something in the study when his cell phone rang. He read the notes, and then there was a knock on the door outside.
He answered the phone and walked out.
"Open the door."
Tang Zhixi's voice was cold and a little panicked.
Ye Hanzhi opened the door and saw that she was only wearing a pajamas and her hair was a little messy. Her whole person was in a state of extreme calmness and indifference, so indifferent that the whole body was frighteningly cold. But her eyes were very red.
She saw Ye Hanzhi as if seeing a life-saving straw, and grabbed his arm: "Ye Hanzhi, I want to go to the Imperial Capital, now, immediately."
"Specific address." Ye Hanzhi said immediately.
"The first hospital."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements." Ye Hanzhi dragged her in, only to realize that she didn't even have time to close the door, "Come in first and wait a while."
Ye Hanzhi made arrangements quickly, and they boarded the plane directly on the rooftop of Weiyang Palace. An hour later, they landed directly at the Imperial Capital First Hospital.
When Tang Zhixi arrived outside the rescue room, there was only a man in his fifties waiting outside.
Hearing footsteps, the man looked over and said, "Miss."
After saying these two words, the man shed tears.
Ye Hanzhi was walking behind Tang Zhixi and was startled when he saw this man. He had seen the family of the little boy who bumped into him at the door of the Doomsday Hotel.
"Uncle Rui." Tang Zhixi helped him, "How is he?"
"I don't know, it's been more than an hour, and the doctor hasn't come out." Uncle Rui wiped his tears, "Blame me, blame me for not taking good care of the young master. I deserve to die, I deserve to die."