Chapter 189 Song Xingye wakes up
"So lovely."
Song Qingyou felt emotional in her heart.
It wasn't until the eyes of the two collided in mid-air, and Jiang Zhihan showed a slightly playful smile, that she realized that she had actually spoken out what was in her heart.
Song Qingyou raised her hand and pinned her unnecessary hair behind her ears. To avoid embarrassment, she took the initiative to say:
"Mr. Jiang used to come to this restaurant often?"
"It was recommended by Fang Yan, this is my first visit."
"Then you have to taste it carefully, and you can't let Assistant Fang waste your time."
Song Qingyou just asked a casual question just to change the subject, not paying much attention to the answer.
After a few words, the waiter served the food.
This is a western restaurant. After serving the appetizers, the steak is of very high quality, which looks very appetizing.
Song Qingyou took two bites and looked around, only to realize that there was no wine on the table.
She couldn't help being curious: "Mr. Jiang doesn't drink?"
Jiang Zhihan's hand holding the knife and fork paused strangely, "Drinking at night may make you unable to sleep."
"If you need it, I'll let them deliver it."
Song Qingyou shook her head, "No, I just thought it was surprising that Mr. Jiang didn't drink."
Jiang Zhihan raised his eyes slightly.
His expression did not change, but Song Qingyou Fu came to his heart, knowing that he wanted to ask why, so he explained:
"Because Mr. Jiang may have to participate in various entertainments."
Jiang Zhihan: "Even if there is entertainment, I don't need to please others."
As the party to be fawned on, he drinks as much as he wants, and he doesn't drink if he doesn't want to.
Song Qingyou froze for a moment, then laughed: "Mr. Jiang, is this in Versailles?"
"What does Versailles... mean?" Jiang Zhihan asked back.
Song Qingyou was stunned again, and said with some amusement: "This is an Internet term, probably—"
She didn't know how to explain it for a while, should she just say pretending to be X?
Song Qingyou thought for a while, took out her mobile phone, leaned forward slightly, showed the encyclopedia page of the entry, and bent her lips again:
"Mr. Jiang usually doesn't look at social platforms and the like?"
Even though he is so young, he has never heard of these familiar Internet words... I don’t know, I thought this person lived in some deep mountain and old forest.
Jiang Zhihan shook his head, looking at the other party's clear and bright smile, his mind moved slightly.
Song Qingyou asked again: "What does President Jiang usually do?"
"Work."
"Apart from work?"
"..."
Jiang Zhihan fell silent as expected.
Seeing this, Song Qingyou finally understood the gold content of the "workaholics" in the words of those in the secretary department.
At that time, Lin Hui also complained, saying that they used to think that Mr. Jiang's lover must be the entire Jiangyuan Group.
So she couldn't help being curious: "What about Mr. Jiang when he was in school? What would he usually do?"
"study."
"No hobbies...or recreational activities?"
"..."
Song Qingyou was really surprised this time.
Perhaps her surprised expression was too obvious, Jiang Zhihan subconsciously explained:
“When I was in school, the company had problems, and time was tight.”
If it wasn't for Jiang Quan's poor management, he wouldn't be able to secure the position of the company's president at all, and the old man wouldn't push him as soon as he came of age.
At that time, Jiang Zhihan was so young and had no experience in managing a company. In the eyes of the company's veterans, he was no different from a mascot.
But now, Jiang Zhihan has become the perfect heir.
Song Qingyou could somewhat guess how difficult the process was, and looked into Jiang Zhihan's eyes with a little more pity.
Jiang Zhihan was speechless for a while, recalling the news Fang Yan had investigated, he asked, "What about you?"
Song Qingyou opened her mouth and wanted to say that she knew a lot.
Sports, music, art, writing...she knows it all.
But she knows a lot, and she has been working hard to learn it.
Strictly speaking, it is not a hobby.
She hesitated for a while before uttering two words: "Make money?"
Uncertain tone, Jiang Zhihan couldn't help but smiled.
Looking at the smile like a bright moon in her arms, Song Qingyou blushed for a moment, and then became embarrassed:
"So, not only do I have no hobbies, no time, no money, compared to me, I am still a little bit worse."
"Then I want to develop more hobbies..."
In fact, she is very happy to be an actress and write novels.
However, let's exclude the part-time job and the part-time job that I don't want to talk about!
"In order not to retire early in the future, I will have nothing to do."
"Early retirement?" Jiang Zhihan 'caught' the point.
"Yes." Song Qingyou nodded, "Enjoying life is more important."
Jiang Zhihan never expected that she would think so.
After all, when I was a cat, I saw Song Qingyou was so busy that she rarely had time to rest.
He thought Song Qingyou liked to be so busy.
"When you develop hobbies, you don't mind telling me?"
Jiang Zhihan seemed to be on a whim.
"President Jiang also wants to be together?" After Song Qingyou asked, she asked herself and answered, "It's nothing to worry about, but if President Jiang wants to retire early, it will be difficult..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of Jiang Zhihan's coma last time, so she said tentatively:
"What's more, Mr. Jiang still faints from time to time. The situation is quite special."
Jiang Zhihan didn't respond.
He didn't even know how to answer this question. After answering this question, he was worried that the other party would continue to ask...
In Song Qingyou's eyes, his reaction was equivalent to acquiescing.
Rao got the answer to the question from Fang Yan, and she still wanted to ask Jiang Zhihan when he was awake.
"Can I ask—"
Only after the three words came out, Song Qingyou's phone vibrated.
Seeing that the caller ID turned out to be Dr. Liu, she quickly said, "Sorry, I'll answer the call."
After finishing speaking, regardless of Jiang Zhihan's presence, he hurriedly connected the call.
Because Dr. Liu is Song Xingye's attending physician, Jiang Zhihan knows it well, and naturally knows that Song Qingyou is in a hurry.
His face darkened, wondering if there would be any bad news from the hospital...
"What did you say? My dad woke up? Really?"
Song Qingyou couldn't control her emotions, and she stood up in a short while.
"Okay, I'll be there right away! Yes, please!"
After speaking, he immediately hung up the phone, ready to say goodbye to Jiang Zhihan.
Unexpectedly, the latter had already stood up, "I'll take you to the hospital."
"this-"
"Walk."
Jiang Zhihan was determined, and Song Qingyou wanted to see her adoptive father.
The two tacitly did not talk much.
After getting in the car, Jiang Zhihan handed her a handkerchief.
Song Qingyou took it, and later realized that the corners of her eyes were full of tears.
After Song Xingye adopted her back, he always treated her like his own daughter, so she naturally regarded him as her own father.
When she learned that the other party had woken up, she was happier than anyone else.
It's a pity that the adoptive mother died of a heart attack before the Song family went bankrupt
—It is also for this reason that Song Xingye's health has not been very good, allowing the poisoner to easily succeed.
(end of this chapter)