Zhou Qishen was doing things in a stable and efficient manner. At 8 o'clock the next day, the law firm called her. Understanding the specific situation, recording important information, and being organized is really a big deal.

The phone lasted for about ten minutes, and then he hung up politely and politely.

In less than a minute, the knock on the door sounded, Zhao Xiyin turned around, Dai Yunxin had already pushed the door open and came in.

"Master? Haven't you gone abroad?" Zhao Xiyin was surprised.

Dai Yun was wearing a long ink cheongsam in his heart and a low-key short fur coat on his outside. His temperament was so cold that she was so cool. She immediately frowned when she saw the wounds on Zhao Xiyin's face and neck.

It was rare, without accusation, just a helpless sigh.

"I heard that your mother shouldn't be the case. She is over fifty years old and has no discernment at all. She can still go to the house to make trouble, and it is not embarrassing to talk about it." Dai Yunxin felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart, "Listen to the wind, listen to the rain, it is ridiculous."

Zhao Xiyin scratched the tip of her nose with her index finger, so itchy that she couldn't sneeze.

Dai Yunxin looked at her, and the words just now were just a prelude, and it gradually came to the point here, "Meng Weixi was worried about you. He didn't go back in the office all night last night. When I came here in the morning, he drove to pick him up."

Zhao Xiyin's body stiffened and subconsciously looked out the window.

"I'm leaving, and I'll be receiving important senior executives of American animation companies in the morning." Dai Yunxin said a few words, and didn't have much other emotions. This was just a prelude. After a pause, she sat on a chair, folded her legs and asked, "What are you going to do with Ni Rui?"

Zhao Xiyin said: "I found a lawyer and followed the procedures."

Dai Yunxin's face was calm, "She is your sister."

"No matter who she is, spreading rumors and slandering or committing crimes is wrong."

"If you make things too ugly, don't you be afraid of affecting yourself?" Dai Yun asked, "Do you really don't want to be the dance quota?"

Zhao Xiyin's lips moved, and she said what she said, "Isn't there Lin Lang?"

"Until the end, there is no such thing as reservation." Dai Yunxin saw her timidity and said unhappy: "When are you so cowardly?"

Zhao Xiyin's lips raised and she curled her face and smiled.

Dai Yunxin changed her mind, and saw that she had not let go, so she continued to persuade: "It is their stupidity to do something wrong. You have a bright future and now it is a critical stage for the team assessment. You have a good reputation among the art teachers. If you don't play favor cards, you don't have to say good things, you will definitely get this position. The filming of the plot line on Director Pang's side is coming to an end, and the two groups will be connected and merged. At that time, the attention will be several times higher than now. You will be able to report it at any moment."

Zhao Xiyin slowly raised her head, Dai Yunxin's words were reasonable and could not be missed, but she always kept her heart covered in dust and felt something was wrong.

"Director Pang's reputation and box office are bound to win this work. There are only a few starring actors, only you, the leader, is a newcomer, Xiyin, this is a great opportunity. Isn't your previous dream just to step onto a bigger stage?" Dai Yun said earnestly: "But if the media sued your own sister and spread it, think about it, who is the biggest victim? The entire project team will only abandon the car to protect the handsome guy, only you, only you."

Zhao Xiyin calmly stated: "You asked me to give up on accountability, you made me swallow my anger."

Dai Yunxin wisely advised: "Staying things and peace of mind is also protecting oneself."

At the end of late autumn, as long as the weather changes, the morning light can become dim. The windows are diagonally opened with an extremely narrow gap. The autumn wind in the north brings a sign of early winter, so it is not tough to enter the room. Even if there is only one gap, Zhao Xiyin felt the coolness of cutting flesh with a slow knife.

Dai Yunxin was going to a university lecture in the morning, so she didn't stay for a long time. When she left, she said, "Xiaoxi, it's not easy for a dream to reflect into reality. You are less than seven years old and have been following me to learn dancing. I hope you are good, I won't harm you, you should think carefully."

At half past eight, the director of the Department of Cardiology led the department's elite team to carefully review in Zhao Wenchun's ward for half an hour, and the salary was obvious. They were busy in front of the hospital bed, and Zhao Xiyin stood aside, his thoughts were as heavy as lead, heavy and tickle.

After lunch, she decided to call Zhou Qishen.

After a few sounds, it was his secretary who answered. Zhao Xiyin was stunned when she heard the sound, and looked at the screen again and thought she dialed the wrong number.

"Xiaoxi?" Secretary Xu quickly called her, "Mr. Zhou's mobile phone has landed in the company. I'm driving him to deliver it now, and it's almost here. Do you want to wait for a while?"

Zhao Xiyin: "Secretary Xu, are you driving? Then I won't disturb you anymore, please be careful."

"It's okay, I won't drive anymore." Secretary Xu was a little breathing, and he ran to the outpatient clinic with the car keys. "I'm already in the hospital, half a minute."

Zhao Xiyin paused, "Zhou Qishen is in the hospital?"

"Ah, yes. Mr. Zhou kept having a meeting in the morning and said at noon that he had a severe headache and could not hold on. "A slight noise, like a sound from the wind, the secretary said: "Okay, Xiaoxi, Mr. Zhou tells you."

Zhou Qishen's voice was a little hoarse, and he could hear it was a little sick, and he was a little deep and deep: "Hmm?"

Zhao Xiyin asked: "Are you sick?"

"Um."

"Does it be a headache?"

"Um."

Zhou Qishen said concisely and cherished words like gold, which shows that he was really uncomfortable. Zhao Xiyin knew him so well and asked: "Did you not sleep last night?"

Zhou Qishen said, "Yes."

Yesterday, he returned home from the hospital at almost two o'clock in the morning. After taking a shower, he was even less sleepy. After a few more troubles, it was dawn. The company was crowded with a lot of questions. In the morning, several engineers were quarreling over a technical parameter. The chief engineer sat in the closest position to him, and Zhou Qishen was about to explode.

Zhou Qishen felt that he had lost all the skills, including technology, finance, and manpower.

He is a little good person who can handle it, but he will never bear it. He guessed that he had reached his limit and would go to the hospital to prolong his life.

He coughed twice, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiyin: "I want to tell you something."

Zhou Qishen looked at the time, "I have about half an hour left here, so I will delay you? Otherwise, I will drive here later."

"Don't run away, go home and rest." After pausing, Zhao Xiyin said, "I'll come to find you at home."

Zhou Qishen asked: "Has the fever subsided?"

"Retreat."

"Then come on, the password is the same as the one we used to have. Add a drive and I will go back on time in an hour."

Secretary Xu sat aside, listening incrediblely, for an hour? Should I remind this master that you still have four bottles of water not finished hanging? After Zhou Qishen hung up the phone, he directly adjusted the flow rate to the maximum, called the nurse, and carried a pair of tired but energetic Danfeng eyes and asked, "That bottle will not be hung, can I drink it directly?"

The little nurse widened her eyes.

Zhou Qishen said it quite reasonable, "Drinking glucose will never die."

Secretary Xu sighed, "My grandfather is Mr.

The manly behavior is very domineering, but Secretary Xu is rational and stops him from doing anything. He hurry up, but it is still ten minutes late to get home. Zhou Qi took a deep breath and pressed the password to open the door.

The weather was bad today, and the living room was lit with light strips and a velvety ball of light, which made the room look a layer of color. Zhao Xiyin didn't break her promise and sat cross-legged on the carpet with something in her hand. When she heard the movement, she turned around and smiled slightly without warning.

Zhou Qishen was stunned by the smile, so he was a little confused about what tonight.

"How long will it take?" he asked with his head down.

"It's about half an hour." Zhao Xiyin also lowered her head, busy with her work.

Zhou Qishen walked over, "What is this?"

There were three or four brocade bags on the ground, filled with Chinese herbal medicine. Zhao Xiyin tied the last knot and pressed it together and said, "Put it in the bedroom, take two to the office, smell the herbs, and refresh the mind and relieve headaches."

Zhou Qishen did not respond, bent down and picked up all the medicine bags to take them to the bedroom.

Zhao Xiyin stood by the door and asked, "Are you better?"

Zhou Qishen took off his suit, loosened his collar, and his hair was softened by two strands, and said, "Not good."

"Have you eaten?"

"No, order a takeaway for me."

Zhou Qishen sat by the bed, lowering his head, looking uncomfortable. Zhao Xiyin softened her heart and hesitated, "I'll do it for you."

He looked haggard and sick. As soon as he left, he straightened his back, his expression was refreshed, and he also had an indescribable smile. The herb pack had a strong smell. Zhou Qishen grabbed two and sniffed hard, and his whole body was comfortable.

His refrigerator was really barren, so he barely made scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Zhou Qishen ate three bowls of rice, but no chopped green onion was left. Zhao Xiyin kept watching him eat, with a focused expression, as if thinking about a century of problems.

Zhou Qishen was a little furious when she stared at him. He looked at each other several times, and finally couldn't help asking: "Is there anything to say to me?"

Zhao Xiyin was extremely serious: "You practice yoga."

Zhou Qishen coughed so hard that he choked, pressed his fist against his lips, shook his head and then shook his head.

Zhao Xiyin frowned, "You are in this way. You haven't practiced before. Isn't it very effective?"

Zhou Qishen was not very happy, "Where is my body?"

"It looks much older than I am."

Zhou Qi paused and touched his cheek guiltily.

"If you are busy all day long, you should practice yoga more and keep your mind calm, and don't do aerobics. Push-ups, boxing, and muscle building will not help you." Zhao Xiyin nodded, "Just yoga."

It is so accurate because Zhou Qishen has really practiced with her.

They hadn't divorced at that time. When Zhou Qishen had a migraine attack, he could hit the wall even if he had a drug on his face. Zhao Xiyin signed him up for a yoga class and hired a very expensive personal trainer. But Zhou Qishen, who had been a soldier and suffered, was still very manly in his bones. He could do two hundred one-handed push-ups without resting. He was so repulsive of such a girl's exercise as a girl.

The couple quarreled over this matter.

Zhou Qishen was so tough that he refused to give in and made Zhao Xiyin cry. After crying for a long time, Zhou Qishen didn't say a word to coax him. In the end, Zhao Xiyin compromised and went to the private tutoring class by himself. After practicing better than that teacher, he taught Zhou Qishen at home.

Zhou Qishen was broken into various shapes, and the man had a hard bone, so how awkward it would be. Zhao Xiyin was so cruel that he would squeeze his legs and stretch his muscles when he was fine. Zhou Qishen was frustrated, but I have to say that during that period, his body felt much more comfortable.

Now that I mentioned it again, Zhou Qishen instinctively resisted, but when he saw Zhao Xiyin, he couldn't bear to leave. So he had a ulterior motive and compromised, fulfilling her wish.

While doing it, Zhao Xiyin asked him: "Why didn't you sleep last night?"

"I can't sleep." Zhou Qishen made perfunctory moves.

"Then you should have gone to the hospital last night."

"No." He replied lazily: "It didn't hurt last night. I got energetic after taking a shower. After a while, I couldn't fall asleep."

Zhao Xiyin wanted to ask him what he was trying to do, but when he said something, he swallowed it back.
To be continued...