The blood on his legs kept flowing down, and the lights in the car were dim and looked red and purple.

Zhou Qishen went back and forth in Xi'an, Beijing for a day, and he was worried about what he encountered, looking pale and tired. Zhao Xiyin took out his cell phone and said, "I'll call a taxi, you go to the hospital first."

Zhou Qishen raised his hand, pressed her arm for a second to release it, "Someone dealt with it."

His secretary Xu Jin arrived quickly, got off the Audi car, held the phone with a permanent calm and stable temperament. Zhou Qishen took Zhao Xiyin out of the car, changed to Audi, and gently pushed her into the driver's seat, "Drive."

Zhao Xiyin was afraid of his bleeding wounds and did not dare to mislead the matter and went to the nearest hospital.

When she arrived at the hospital gate, she unbuttoned her seat belt and a crisp "click" sound, but she didn't forget to be clearly distinguished. The sound seemed to be telling him that she was just a little enthusiastic and had no other thoughts.

She said, "You go, I'll take a taxi back."

Zhou Qishen pressed the lock one step ahead of her, and there was no doubt, "Drive away the car."

The Audi Q7 is too big, and parking is inconvenient in her community, and Zhao Xiyin really doesn't have this idea. But she has never seen Zhou Qishen's persistence and can't resist it.

She promised, "Okay, I'll park it downstairs of your company tomorrow."

Zhou Qishen watched the taillights flashing on the corner of the street, and then he went to the emergency room casually. His bleeding wound was left by a fight with Meng Weixi that night, and he didn't care about it all day. When the doctor saw it, he stuck to his pants. This pain was nothing, but the doctor insisted that he hang an injection to prevent inflammation, saying that the weather was too hot and it was easy to get infected.

An hour later, Gu Heping and Lao Cheng arrived at the emergency room.

"Why, this is it? You haven't been to the hospital for 800 years. Are you fragile today?" Gu Heping opened his mouth and refused to forgive others and repeatedly lost.

Zhou Qishen raised his chin to Lao Cheng, "Clog his mouth and I will send Xiao Zhao 10,000 red envelopes."

Xiao Zhao, who was following Lao Cheng, suddenly had a head out of her youthful and white face, gentle and cute, "Brother Heping, please be more conscious, we will be half-divided later."

Gu Heping was happy and said to Lao Cheng: "Your girl is becoming more and more clever."

Lao Cheng Ying said: "Teaching well and accepting concessions."

Xiao Zhao is eight or nine years younger than Lao Cheng, and has been with him for three or four years. The daughter of a scholarly family is fortunate to have a pair of enlightened parents. They know that Lao Cheng is the one who urges Xiao Zhao to take him home for dinner. Xiao Zhao himself was unwilling to do so, so he said to see his performance.

What's this? Don't laugh at me, Lao Cheng can really cry out of anger. But after so many years, Xiao Zhao is simply and purely his tail as always. Zhou Qishen commented on Xiao Zhao. In four words, it is Lao Cheng who has accumulated virtue.

"By the way, your secretary is not here?" Lao Cheng asked.

"He stayed there to deal with the matter."

"That's strange." Lao Cheng said: "When I just stopped the car, I saw Xu Jin's black Audi also parked at the door."

Zhou Qishen narrowed his eyes, raised his thin single eyelids up, and instantly understood what was going on. He was confused, unable to tell whether he was disappointed or angry, but in short, he was so blocked that he said, "Xiao Xi stopped."

Understand the whole story, no one can say anything.

Zhou Qishen sat halfway, leaning his head on the cold wall, and there was a hint of describable depression in his eyes.

Lao Cheng sighed softly and asked, "What were you planning?"

This was tactful, leaving room for people. Xiao Zhao laughed and translated it directly: "Brother Zhou, are you still planning to chase Sister Xiyin?"

Old Cheng tskated and pinched his hand that was holding her waist gently, "I'm ignorant."

Xiao Zhao stuck out his tongue and hid behind Lao Cheng.

Zhou Qishen sat up, folded his legs, and put his hands on the handlebar. The white pants were dyed with blood and were still wide. The back of the hands with needles buried in them were clearly distinguished. No matter when and where, the tough temperament was so vigorous.

After a while of silence, he said, "I'm sorry to her."

Xiao Zhao was so sad that he felt a little uncomfortable. Lao Cheng brought him something, landed in the car, and went to get it with Xiao Zhao. The two of them held hands and went out, and Gu Heping asked with a smile: "Is it sour?"

Zhou Qishen bent the corner of his mouth slightly, turned his head and closed his eyes.

When he remembered it, Gu Heping told him, "By the way, is your former father-in-law a teacher at C University?"

Zhou Qishen opened his eyes quickly again.

"C-University is evaluating professional titles. My cousin takes care of these things and says your former father-in-law is in some trouble."

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Zhao Xiyin stayed with Zhao Wenchun at home for two days, and the gallstones were eliminated quickly. Zhao Wenchun kept urging her to go to Li Ran’s studio to help.

"She didn't even go to work on her own, it's really okay."

"Xiao Li pays you a salary, and it's your boss. You have to be disciplined and be diligent."

Zhao Xiyin listened to the music, "It's time to record it, Li Ran loves to hear someone call her boss the most."

Zhao Wenchun couldn't take care of his daughter, and she was not a good person with a smile on her face. She had been a paper kite from the sky since she was a child.

"Dad, how is it going on when you evaluate your professional title? I haven't heard you talk about it recently." Zhao Xiyin asked when she remembered it.

"Ah, I'm going through the process, it's not that fast." After two sentences, Zhao Wenchun looked at the time, "I have something to do in the afternoon, so go out."

Zhao Xiyin was worried, "How long have you been? What are you going out to do? I'll do it for you."

After persuading for a long time, Zhao Wenchun disagreed and insisted that she would be there. She would not let her see her off when she went out, but Zhao Xiyin refused. Later, she ran away while she was going to the bathroom.

Zhao Xiyin came out and saw no one. He thought to himself that Teacher Zhao was so stubborn that he was very unique. Li Ran called and the owl probably woke up before he could have sex with her.

The oranges dyed the skyscrapers in the evening and dusk, the heat subsided, and the dust settled. This is the most peaceful time at the intersection of morning and dusk.

After eating the steak, the two girls went shopping in the mall. It was difficult to wait for the elevator, so they simply walked around the escalator. This floor was full of restaurants, with Western and Chinese styles. Zhao Xiyin lowered her head and replied to the message, while Li Ran held her hand and chattered.

Zhao Xiyin responded and smiled, looking at the phone screen.

Li Ran's steps suddenly slowed down, and Zhao Xiyin couldn't walk even when she was pulled.

"What's wrong?"

Li Ran pulled her sleeve and pointed to the left, "Xiaoxi, it's Uncle Zhao."

In a seafood restaurant, there was a whole glass between the bags by the window, and you could see clearly inside. There were seven or eight people on the table, and the leftovers were leftovers. The dinner was coming to an end. Zhao Wenchun was standing next to the door, holding a wine glass and smiling.

A striped plaid shirt and cotton and linen pants, Zhao Wenchun's gentle temperament was incompatible with these people. He has become a habit of being frugal for decades, and his clothes are not fashionable and clean. Zhao Xiyin bought a lot for him, but he was reluctant to wear them.

Zhao Xiyin, the person who toasted, was the deputy director of their school.

Zhao Wenchun was obviously not good at this situation, his expression was unnatural and his movements were stiff. He drank a lot of wine, and his eyes were no longer as energetic as usual. The director was not grateful, or deliberately, pretending to be in front of so many people, biting the cigarette and sucking mist, and acting as a role. A table of people looked at Zhao Wenchun and laughed. Zhao Wenchun wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and just stood there.

Apart from a wall, there is no even the power of class. A villain acts like a bully of honest people.

Zhao Xiyin stood like this, her eyes fixed on Zhao Wenchun with bright eyes.

Or the blood relationship was intimidating, or perhaps because of the burning gaze, Zhao Wenchun subconsciously raised his head, shocked, panicked, and even had a trace of escape.

Zhao Xiyin stood like a cup of wood until the dinner ended.

Zhao Wenchun staggered when he came out. He covered his abdomen slightly, and no one came up to care. He was such an optional existence, and a pastimer who called him.

Zhao Xiyin suddenly took a step, and Li Ranla couldn't hold back, and she was finished speaking.

But she just walked up to Zhao Wenchun and said calmly: "Go home."

Li Ran drove the two to the community, but didn't talk much, and left after saying hello. Zhao Xiyin had just gone upstairs, but she still received her WeChat message, "Tell me well with Uncle Zhao, don't be harsh on him."

Not to mention evil, Zhao Xiyin didn't even mention a word.

After she got home, she began to sweep the floor, mop the floor, wipe the table, and remained silent. Zhao Wenchun sat on the sofa and really didn't have the strength to get up. Finally, he said, "Xiaoxi, do you think your father is useless?"

Zhao Xiyin wiped the cabinet, bent over, her hair covering her face, and she didn't answer.

"I heard from someone that the initial review result was sieved. This matter has been managed by Director Liu. If you don't comment this year, you will not be able to report it in the future." Zhao Wenchun took off his glasses and printed itchy corners with the back of his hand. The alcohol was smoked and red bloodshot.

Zhao Xiyin said "yes", dry and her throat tightened.

Zhao Wenchun was over fifty years old and was no longer in her prime. She was no longer in her prime. She was working hard on the cherished three-foot podium for half her life. When Zhao Xiyin was still young, her mother divorced him. The one who complained the most was that Zhao Wenchun was not interested in making progress. In less than half a year, her mother remarried and was still the first love of educated youth she met when she was young.

Even Zhao Wenchun knew the truth that Zhao Xiyin had seen through. But in the past few decades, Zhao Wenchun had never defended himself, nor had he said that his ex-wife was not at all wrong.

"Oh." Zhao Wenchun suddenly sighed, "The world is no longer as before. I am older and useless, and it is blocking people's way."

Zhao Xiyin raised her head, smiled brightly, and said the first sentence after returning home, "Dad, I will support you."

Her eyelashes were playful and light, and her expression was soft in the hazy light and shadow, and she clearly looked like a little girl. Zhao Wenchun moved her head and didn't dare to look closely.

The tears that my daughter could not deceive him.

Zhao Xiyin didn't sleep well this night, and always dreamed of many things from the past. When she was woken up by the phone, she was still in half of her dreams, and she was very weak. Ding Yahe complained that she answered too slowly, "I can't afford to pay back what point, you weren't so lazy before."

With a tone, Zhao Xiyin got up a little angry and retorted, "Who was before? I was seven or eight years old."

When Ding Yahe and Zhao Wenchun divorced, she was not seven years old. She had been away for almost twenty years, and some accusations were unreasonable. Ding Yahe knew that she was in the wrong, so this child would hit someone seven inches and one by one.

"Come here at noon and have a meal with me." Ding Yaheyun changed the topic lightly, "I have something to give to you."

After the phone was hung up, she sent a location. Zhao Xiyin had no impression of the restaurant and it was not easy to find the address. The transfer fee was a little while, and it was half an hour late. The store was not amazing, but the service was really good. As soon as she came in, there was a waiter leading the way.

Zhao Xiyin didn't think much about the private room, so she pushed the door and looked in, and stood there for a long time without returning.

Ding Yahe took Ni Rui to sit on the left, and Dai Yunxin to the right.

Zhao Xiyin subconsciously retreated, but was stopped by Ding Yahe, "You sit with Teacher Dai."

Dai Yunxin smiled gently: "You really called the child? It's not necessary to come so far from her house."

Ding Yahe disagreed, "You spoiled her. This child is very willful and has many offensive things. Don't mind. Giving her such a good opportunity is also something that will cause her to suffer."

Until he sat down, Zhao Xiyin's ears were buzzing.

Dai Yunxin was gentle, "Last time at the banquet, it was a coincidence. Director Pang watched you dance. He liked it very much and agreed to try it out. "Nine Thoughts" has been put into filming, and there is a very important scene in it, but now No. 1 is leading the dance."
To be continued...