In April, the weather is cloudy and rainy, and I have never had the chance to be sunny for several weeks.

When Ji Zuo looked at the time for the third time, Song Yancheng finally came out of the house.

Ji Zuo got off the car and held an umbrella for him, but he stopped him. Song Yancheng sat in the back seat, and the heating in the car quickly stepped up, melting the unrestrained cold air on the cashmere jacket.

The car drove to the city, and the journey was halfway through, the man closed his eyes and pressed his eyebrows down.

When Ji Zuo saw his condition, he realized his mind. After thinking for a moment, he finally asked, "Is the old man in a good condition?"

Song Yancheng said "yes" and was very quiet, "Even I can't recognize you."

Ji Zuo was shocked.

Song Xingdong was in the past year and was in charge of the Baiming Group for more than 20 years. He was about to step down and was able to afford to retire. However, he suddenly suffered from cerebral hemorrhage. After treatment, he suffered from Palkinson's disease. He forgot about things and was confused, and his situation became worse and worse.

It's only been so long that the condition was so serious.

Ji Zuo said: "When we came over, your elder brother's car stopped at the door."

Song Yancheng's face was flat, but his tone was lowered, "Grandpa kept him for dinner."

The old man was sometimes sober and sometimes confused, and he became more and more like a child. Song Yancheng and Song Ruiyao were both grandchildren. Obviously, Song Ruiyao was even more favored by the old man, exactly the same as before he was sick.

Just now, Song Yancheng was in the bedroom, and he was not allowed to respond at all. As soon as Song Ruiyao opened his mouth, the old man smiled like a normal person. He asked Song Yancheng to get out and left Song Ruiyao to accompany him for lunch.

Song Yancheng left calmly, without showing any displeasure.

This is not pretending, but being used to it for a long time.

After a moment of silence, Song Yancheng suddenly asked, "Have you replied there?"

Ji Zuo hesitated for a second and replied: "Rejected."

Song Yancheng seemed not surprised, and only ordered: "Tell her that the conditions can be discussed again."

——

The North District of Haicheng District is being expanded and construction is everywhere. The dust is covered with rain and becomes sticky mud. The car cannot drive in. When Mao Feiyu walked in, all his trousers were splashed and dirty, and he was so angry that he had nowhere to go.

"If you do this, you still have to consider it? Miss Li! Big star!" Mao Feiyu pulled open the refrigerator and pointed and said, "The last five eggs will be pulled down after eating. Just wait for me to starve."

"Do you know how much it costs? 100,000! 100,000 a month! I'll ask you, you have earned so much money for me in more than two years in the industry?!"

Li Zhi sat cross-legged on the sofa, wearing a dark loose shirt, with a slightly visible collarbone, and thin shoulders. She looked quiet and silent, and her face became more and more fair.

"Come on, auntie, look at me." Mao Feiyu hooked up a plastic stool and sat down in front of her, saying, "It's not that you want you to sleep with me. People are short of people, and you are short of money, so how much does each need be? "

Li Zhi raised his eyelashes lightly, his eyes hesitated.

Mao Feiyu was moved again, "Song Yancheng is right, I admit that reputation is not good. But after all, he is also the vice president of the Ming Group, so he will not have to default on wages. The other party's contract has been sent, I have seen it for you, you are smoking from the ancestral grave."

Li Zhi finally said, "You still understand legal affairs? Didn't your college major put on makeup for dead people?"

Mao Feiyu was choked for a moment and suddenly became furious, "I might as well go back and put on makeup for the dead, taking you as an artist!"

Li Zhi wanted to speak but stopped, so he didn't say much.

It’s not that Mao Feiyu is so angry, because she is really not good at it. In the second year of her career, she was just a few palace dramas, and she was still the kind of A, B and C who died in half an episode. The company bought a hot search for her and gave up the can. She praised her with the tag "the most beautiful villain" but was another actress who was popular for making up the Nine Palaces. For this reason, the other party’s agent also called to thank her, which made Mao Feiyu very angry.

"I'll just tell you this. It's okay if you don't agree. We'll have two peaces tomorrow. Whoever loves to take you will take you there!"

Li Zhi hesitated and said, "There are still artists in the company who are willing to follow you?"

Mao Feiyu stomped his left foot and said, "I will pay back the car loan next month! I will go to move bricks tomorrow!"

Li Zhi sighed and couldn't bear to say, "Okay."

Mao Feiyu was happy: "So you agreed?"

Li Zhi shook his head, "I refuse."

“…”

Mao Feiyu finally slammed the door and left.

With a "clang", the old door panels fluttered a few layers of dust.

Li Zhi didn't regret it at all. Although she was not popular, she was still very ambitious. Cooperation and agreement were all hypocritical excuses. Isn't this just a different excuse to support her?

Thinking of this, Li Zhi didn't care even more. He was about to take a shower and went to bed, but the phone call came. After hearing a few words, Li Zhi ran out immediately.

Department of Cardiology, Haicheng People's Hospital.

The doctor was dizzy by the patient who kept coming in and out, and said to Li Zhi impatiently: "Oh, this is the case. I have to say it a few more times. The patient is getting older and the more he drags on it."

Li Zhi's lips turned white and he made up his mind and said, "We do the surgery, and we do it for as much as possible."

Doctor: "Okay, go and find a nurse to complete the procedures."

Late at night, the thick autumn fog was heavy. After everything was settled, Li Zhi sat on the stone steps and was still in a state of excitement. The wind blew, and he couldn't feel the cold. It was already this time, and the patients were still in full swing. The sound of anxious footsteps, shouts, and complaining about each other kept hitting Li Zhi's eardrums.

Li Zhi subconsciously turned around. The square door of the hospital was brightly lit and the incandescent light was dazzling, like a cold-hearted monster, sitting silently watching the separation of the world.

Li Zhi turned around, took a deep breath, and took out his cell phone.

——

"You said you were messing around, and you'd be done if you agreed or not." Mao Feiyu was speechless. Even though he complained, he still asked with concern: "Grandma is okay?"

The wind and frost were heavy at night, and Li Zhi was so cold that his nose was red. "I paid 30,000 yuan for the surgery on Friday."

Mao Feiyu suddenly fell silent.

He understood that Li Zhi had sacrificed his life and life. He was really willing to give up such a little money for life. He also knew that the cost of surgery was enough, but if there was a good or bad, the subsequent one would be a bottomless pit.

Li Zhi said calmly: "Show me the contract."

Mao Feiyu transferred the email.

The content of the contract is very simple, and there are only two core points:

1. Party A (Mr. Song) has any travel needs, including but not limited to speaking content, public places, etc., Party B (Ms. Li) cooperates unconditionally.

2. The salary is 100,000 yuan, paid on the fifteenth of each month, and the contract is valid for one year.

There are really no special terms. Li Zhi counted the zeros behind 100,000, and after confirming that they were correct, he nodded and said cautiously: "Okay, let's meet first."

Mao Feiyu felt that she might not understand the situation, so it was necessary to remind her: "Do you know who the other party is?"

Li Zhi: "I know how to read, and it is written on the contract, Song Yancheng."

"..." Forget it, he almost forgot that he, an artist, lacked a string.

A few days later, I replied a letter there, and the meeting time was set at the Brilliant Mansion tonight.

Compared to Li Zhi's quietness, Mao Feiyu seemed much more excited. He adjusted her earrings and put on her coat. Li Zhi endured it halfway and finally said, "You look like a madam now."

Mao Feiyu shouted, "I don't care, then what are you?"

Li Zhi closed his voice.

After a while of silence, she asked, "Don't you think Mr. Song's request is strange?"

“It’s not surprising to give enough money.”

"Can you have some ambition?"

Mao Feiyu closed his smile and his eyes were clear and sarcastic, "Oh, what other ambition do you want to talk about now?"

Li Zhi was thorned and stubbornly fought back, "Can you speak well?"

Mao Feiyu threw the bag in his hand into the seat as if he was angry, "I only know that I don't have money to pay the rent next month!"

“…”

It's amazing, a man is even more slim than a woman.

Li Zhi simply turned his head and looked out the window.

Mao Feiyu has a straight personality, a temper that gets better quickly. Not long after, he talked to himself: "This Song Yancheng is the vice president of the Baiming Group, but he should not have any real power. Because the other person attending the social event is Song Ruiyao."

"Song Yancheng has no sense of existence, and no gossip news can be found on the Internet. There is one."

Li Zhi looked over, "What?"

"Say he was an illegitimate child."

Li Zhi sneered, "You have read too many novels."

When you get to the Brilliant Mansion, you will be guided by a waiter as soon as you get off the car. The elevator goes straight to the top floor. After the door opens, the fragrance of essential oils makes Li Zhi dizzy. The thick carpet is like a cloud that is not stomped, and the complex carved walls are like a kaleidoscope covering the eyes. The lights are dimmed, and the yellow lights are just enough to shine the corridor.

This atmosphere in hell and underworld made people inexplicably nervous, and even Mao Feiyu's steps became slower and slower. The waiter made a gesture to a door and left quietly.

Li Zhi suddenly grabbed Mao Feiyu's arm. Mao Feiyu was startled. He lowered his voice and scolded: "What are you doing!"

Li Zhi frowned, "Mao Feiyu, did you lie to me on purpose? This Song Yancheng is actually an 80-year-old perverted old man. He is not serious and likes to make beautiful girls. Do you join forces to make a trap for me?"

Mao Feiyu: "???"

After the words finished, the door opened from the inside.

Walking ahead was a young man wearing glasses. He looked at Li Zhi meaningfully and then quietly moved the road away.

The figure of the man behind happened to be standing at the junction of light and darkness. The light and shadow made his back, his facial features were particularly deep, with deep eyes and thick eyebrows downwards, and his nose was erect. This arc was graceful and appropriate, handsome and indifferent.

Li Zhi's thoughts were stagnant, his eyes were stalemate on his face, and he forgot to take them back for a moment.

Song Yancheng loosened his shirt collar buttons, his hands hanged to the side of his legs, and asked Ji Zuo in a flat voice: "Little girl?"

Ji Zuo's eyes flew towards Li Zhi.

Li Zhi: "..."

Song Yancheng finally set his eyes on her for seven minutes, looked at her for three seconds, and said coldly: "Beautiful?"

Li Zhi: "???"

Not a good thing.

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