On this side, Zhou Qishen also saw blood.

Meng Weixi's move was not a few punches, but the broken vase fragments cut through his legs. The haute couture trousers that he just sent last month were useless. He simply tore them hard and tear them apart half of the trouser legs. It was easy to apply medicine.

Zhou Qishen was calm and composed. He used the medicine bottle and cotton swab skillfully. Fortunately, the ten-centimeter hole was not deep, but the blood was really scary.

Gu Heping still feels very angry when he thinks about it, "What are the things that happen to you? You can fight if you disagree. You two can fight. What kind of person is your identity? Do you understand something? Your investment of more than 200 million yuan is put on Fantian Entertainment. If this junk is spread tonight, do you still have to face it?"

Gu Heping was really convinced, "Come on, you two celebrate the New Year in advance - it's the New Year. Congratulations to you for making a fortune, Boss Zhou."

Zhou Qishen turned on the bottle cap and frowned and said, "Be quiet."

Gu Heping smiled, "The conflict between you and Meng Weixi is obvious, and there will be more trouble in the future. Don't you understand this principle?"

Zhou Qishen leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, confident: "He won't."

Gu Heping really has nothing to say. Zhou Qishen is such a sensible person. He guessed that he had imagined the consequences before he started. Although Meng Weixi had just taken office, this person has practiced more and more steadily in recent years. He can also understand the trade-offs and choices.

Gu Heping drove to take people back to Fanyue. On the way, Zhou Qishen received a call with the area code Xi'an.

"Are you Zhou Boning's family? Zhou Boning is your father? He is hospitalized, the Department of Cardiology. What's wrong with you? No one is here to take care of you!" The hospital's attitude was not good.

This car is owned by Zhou Qishen, and it is automatically connected to the car Bluetooth, so Gu Heping can hear it clearly.

The phone hangs up, silent as dust.

Gu Heping thought about it, "I'll make some arrangements for you."

With the glimpse of the window, Zhou Qishen's eyebrows were solemn and stern, he said: "No."

After sending the person there, Gu Heping left.

This property stands in a group of high-rise buildings, and the elites in the core area of ​​the China Trade Center were fully prosperous. Zhou Qishen bought the house for less than two years. At that time, the house prices rose, and it was not a good buyer. But he ordered it quickly and had no concerns about the premium of 20%. Nothing else, his and Zhao Xiyin's wedding house were also nearby. When he proposed, the wedding house was ready, and the owner of the household only wrote Zhao Xiyin's name. After the divorce, the house was naturally hers.

After taking a shower, the wound cracked again. Zhou Qishen casually tied the cotton yarn, and then slowly smoked against the edge of the table.

The lights in the study were all turned off, and the night stepped into the window and entered the room, and a few rays of light were evenly placed by his face.

Zhou Qishen looked southeast, his eyes deep, as if he could really see his former residence.

After the divorce, Zhao Xiyin quickly moved out of the No. 1 courtyard. The gate was locked and it was not opened again. Later, Zhou Qishen passed by and asked the property countless times. The manager told him, Madam, no, Miss Zhao had never been there once.

Such a good house fell apart and became an empty city.

When he fell asleep in the early morning, Zhou Qishen was not sleeping well. He barely had to wait for two or three hours, but the weather was still gray. He was already awake. After a circle of equipment in the gym, it was only seven o'clock. The phone rang on the bed twice. Zhou Qishen saw that it was Zhao Wenchun.

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"At the end of the day, I'm not as good as a human being. I'm sorry for you to go there." Zhao Wenchun's face turned pale and he held Zhou Qishen's hand slowly.

Zhou Qishen put the car keys and put the pillow on his back, "It's okay, please slow down." He tried his forehead temperature with the back of his hand, "You rest, I'll pour some water."

After helping him get the medicine, Zhou Qishen saw a pile of information on the table, "Uncle Zhao, is the professional title evaluation going well this year?"

Zhao Wenchun said: "After the conditions meet the standards, I will fill in the information."

Zhao Wenchun had a stone last night and endured it so much pain all night. Zhao Xiyin helped Li Ran’s studio. She probably slept in the warehouse last night. After calling the phone several times, no one answered it. He could only find Zhou Qishen.

Zhou Qishen came quickly and the hospital also said hello, otherwise it wouldn't have been done so soon.

Zhao Wenchun watched him busy for a moment, and for a moment, his heart was bitter and sore. He wanted to speak but stopped. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Xiyin opened the door in a hurry, "Dad, Dad!"

Zhao Wenchun suddenly raised his spirit, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I'm not doing it."

The heat had not subsided, and Zhao Xiyin blushed with heat. She turned around and looked at Zhou Qishen, sincerely grateful, "Thank you."

Zhou Qishen nodded slightly, looked behind her, and whispered: "Stand here."

"Um?"

"The air conditioner at the back is cold, don't face the air blowing, it's easy to catch a cold."

Zhao Xiyin was stunned for a moment. Zhou Qishen had already given up a seat and stood in front of him.

Zhao Wenchun saw it all, but if he really wanted to say anything to persuade him, it wouldn't be. He just said: "Xiaoxi, you cook at noon, Qishen, if you don't dislike him, stay and eat a little."

This attitude is reasonable and he is always helped by him, and it is not an exaggeration to have a meal.

Zhao Xiyin didn't say anything, and went to the kitchen on her own. She knew how to cook, but she only had home-cooked dishes and couldn't make any tricks. There was also the fish that Teacher Zhao bought yesterday in the bucket. Zhao Xiyin held up a knife and caught it for a long time and couldn't start.

"I'll do it." Zhou Qishen also entered the kitchen, put her shoulders back, bent down to catch fish, and his movements were slew. He saw the knife light quickly, the fish scales splashed everywhere, and the belly was broken and then rinsed with water. The process took only two minutes.

Zhao Xiyin knew that he always knew how to cook.

Zhou Qishen’s power and wealth today is also worthy of being rich and well-behaved. But he was very good at cooking. At that time, he went home after the meeting, took off his suit, took off his platinum cufflinks, and went to bake the lobster for her. Such a big living thing, with black tongs, and he patted the shrimp back and pumped the shrimp thread, and made it clean in a few seconds.

The cheese was rich, Zhao Xiyin hugged his waist and greedy mouth. Zhou Qishen grabbed a piece and handed it to his mouth, "Zhang."

Zhao Xiyin's cherry red lips slightly opened, but was kissed hard.

She protested: "I want to eat shrimp."

Zhou Qishen kissed her neck and said, "Eat me."

"How to cook fish, steam or fry?"

Zhao Xiyin came back to her senses, Zhou Qishen kept looking at her, and he made his own decision: "Whisk, Uncle Zhao can also drink some soup."

He didn't plan to let Zhao Xiyin cook in this situation. Zhao Xiyin helped him. Later, the phone in his pocket kept ringing. Zhou Qishen felt it was noisy, so he moved his waist and hips to her, "Mobile phone."

He had fish blood on his hands, which was indeed inconvenient. Zhao Xiyin reached into his side trouser bag, which was stained with the man's body temperature. She quickly took it out as if she was electrocuted.

Zhou Qishen didn't raise his head, "The password has not changed."

She lowered her head and her hands trembled.

It was WeChat message, Zhao Xiyin glanced out roughly and his subtle emotions just now faded.

"Uncle Zhou is hospitalized, why don't you go to see him?"

All of them were sent from the hospital, including his father's condition, condition, and some urgent needs to communicate with his family. However, Zhou Qishen's attitude was very cold and he did not reply a word.

Zhou Qishen put down his knife and was very calm: "No time."

Others don’t understand the internal reasons, but Zhao Xiyin understands it. Zhou Qishen’s biological mother is unknown, his father and son are indifferent, and he is even more cold when he grows up. Zhao Xiyin never comments on the right or wrong of what he does. But today I can’t stand this excuse.

Zhao Wenchun is sick, and Zhou Qishen is busy.

My father was hospitalized and he didn't have time.

This made Zhao Xiyin feel guilty. She stuffed her phone back into his pocket and squeezed the person to the side, "You don't have to cook the meal."

Zhou Qishen remained firmly in place and did not move.

Zhao Xiyin squeezed harder, "You are a person who is not available."

Her hair was hanging from her side, revealing her clever nose tip, and her slightly pursed lips were as stubborn as her expression at the moment.

Zhou Qi deeply understood that he was angry.

Just when she was silent for a while, Zhao Xiyin reacted. She quickly moved away and apologized: "I'm sorry."

Zhou Qishen said nothing and left after dinner.

An hour later, Zhao Xiyin received his WeChat, which was the location of the T2 terminal of Capital International Airport.

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After getting off the plane, Zhou Qishen went straight to the hospital.

Zhou Boning was arranged in the special care unit, and the nurses and doctors were all right. The attending doctor told him, "It's still an old problem with cardiovascular disease, and there is no big problem, but someone needs to accompany him.

Zhou Qishen said: "The money will be recorded, you can do it."

The doctor was embarrassed, "Mr. Zhou, you misunderstood because your father didn't cooperate very well."

Zhou Qishen never went to the ward to see Zhou Boning from beginning to end. The private hospital had a good relationship with him, and his words were of helpless complaints. Zhou Qishen stepped to the ward, at the west end of the corridor. Before he could even walk, he heard a clanging movement inside.

Zhou Boning sat on the hospital bed and became very angry. The nurse was helpless when he saw Zhou Qishen coming. "Mr. Zhou, your father got the bedding wet, but he refused to let us change it."

A large piece of white sheets was wet, and it was stained with urine.

Zhou Boning is over fifty years old, and his outline is strong and tough. Although he is middle-aged, his eyebrows and eyes are flickering, without any softness and warmth.

Zhou Qishen looked at each other coldly, harder than him, and colder. He said, "He wants to be used to sleeping, let him."

Zhou Boning ignored the needle-burying hand, grabbed the water cup on the table and smashed it on his son's head.

Zhou Qishen turned his head and avoided it, which was easy.

"You, you are such an unworthy thing, I am you. If I am paralyzed, you have to bring me a pot of shit for the rest of your life!"

Zhou Qishen lifted his feet and kicked the bucket on the ground. The malicious chill in his eyes was like a sharp blade, "You ask for blessings."

Leave the words and leave.

How unpleasant Zhou Boning's scolding in the ward was.

Zhou Qi had a deep face and was in an extremely bad mood. He stayed in the hospital for no more than half an hour and immediately returned to Xianyang Airport.

He remembered that when he was a child, he was taken away by Zhou Boning. It was also like this summer. The hot steam burned the ground without a trace of wind. The dry sun was like a stove. Zhou Boning didn't put his shoes on him, and the asphalt road that had just been repaired was not dry. Zhou Qishen, six or seven years old, was still very thin, and his barefoot was so hot that he didn't know where to put it. The asphalt teared the soles of his feet and was infected by the scalded blood blisters. He burned for half a month and almost thought he was going to die.

Thinking of his senior year of high school, he was able to go to Tsinghua University, but Zhou Boningfei forced him to join the army. The 17-year-old boy had gradually enriched his arms and dared to resist. But Zhou Boning burned his textbooks and schoolbag the next day.

The flame was as fierce as lightning, slashing at his heart, and the wound hurt for many years.
To be continued...