Chapter 190 You are only twenty years old
The two hurried to Jiang Zhihan's private hospital.
It is already past eight o'clock in the evening, and there are only a few staff on duty in the hospital.
"Mr. Jiang—"
They were about to say hello when they were interrupted by Jiang Zhihan, "Where is Dr. Liu?"
"Dr. Liu, Dr. Liu is in Ward 203. I heard that Mr. Song woke up. Dr. Liu came to the hospital not long ago..."
Song Qingyou heard the words and went straight upstairs.
Jiang Zhihan also followed.
The two people in the hospital lobby looked at each other.
"That Mr. Song, so he and Song Qingyou are father and daughter?"
"Except for a few people nearby, this hospital hardly accepts any outsiders who are seriously ill. What is the relationship between Sister Yu and Mr. Jiang?"
"Maybe it's a couple."
"If it's true... think about it carefully, they are a good match, and I'm going to pay tribute to CP first."
"It's a pity that I can't say it, it will probably suffocate me."
"Don't do stupid things, before the news leaks, you will lose your job!"
"Don't worry, don't worry, I know the seriousness, and I won't say anything if I suffocate."
…
The two of them murmured together for a long time, and directly acquiesced that the relationship between Song Qingyou and Jiang Zhihan was extraordinary.
The one who wanted to go with them was Song Xingye.
He asked Song Qingyou immediately after waking up, and when he learned that his daughter was fine and would be here soon, Song Xingye felt a big stone in his heart.
But he didn't expect that Qingyou didn't come by herself, there was a young man behind him!
Dr. Liu, who was staying in the ward, saw the boss coming, nodded and left quietly.
Song Xingye glanced at Jiang Zhihan from the corner of his eye from time to time, not knowing what expression to put on, he hesitated for two seconds before calling out:
"Green pomelo."
"dad."
Song Qingyou wiped the corners of her eyes, and quickly sat on the side of the bed, completely ignoring the person who followed behind her.
Of course Jiang Zhihan didn't mind.
It was the first time he had met Song Qingyou's adoptive father, so he didn't want to speak out rashly.
The Song family used to be in logistics, and Song Xingye was also a serious businessman, but his temperament was gentle and refined, more like an academic researcher.
Song Xingye put his hand on his daughter's shoulder and patted it. After a few words of relief, he looked at Jiang Zhihan.
"Qingyou, this is—"
Song Qingyou sat up straight, turned around and introduced, "Dad, this is Jiang Zhihan, Mr. Jiang, and this is Mr. Jiang's private hospital. Thanks to Mr. Jiang, you can wake up!"
"River?"
In the business district of Beijing, Song Xingye only knew one family named Jiang.
That's definitely something the Song family can't afford to provoke.
Song Qingyou replied: "Jiangyuan Group."
"So it's Mr. Jiang." Song Xingye nodded with a smile, "I'm really sorry, this is the first time I met you..."
Because he had been lying down for too long, Song Xingye's body was still unable to move freely, and he couldn't get up to say hello.
Jiang Zhihan said gently, "Don't worry, Mr. Song."
Seeing that Song Xingye's eyes were wary, he also knew that it was not the time to chat, so he offered to leave the ward.
Song Qingyou sent him out apologetically, "I—"
"There's no need to say an apology." Jiang Zhihan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Today's dinner is only half eaten, if I invite you again next time, you can't refuse."
"How could you invite me? It should be me who invited you."
Now that Song Xingye wakes up, Song Qingyou will only be more grateful to this person.
Song Qingyou smiled: "Okay, I will listen to you."
This seems to be a conniving tone, and it really seems that when he is squeaking, he occasionally chooses the food he wants to eat. Song Qingyou will say every time: 'Okay, listen to you. '
Jiang Zhihan was in a daze for two seconds, only to find that Song Qingyou had gone back to the ward when he came back to his senses.
He glanced at the chairs in the hallway and walked straight over.
Meanwhile, in the ward.
As soon as Song Qingyou came back, she heard Song Xingye say:
"Qingyou, you just turned 20 this year."
How can you fall in love when you are only 20? !
Song Qingyou blinked, not understanding why her father would suddenly emphasize her age.
Song Xingye saw that she didn't understand what he meant, so he asked instead:
"The Song family has almost no intersection with the Jiang family. How did you and Mr. Jiang... know each other?"
The Song family is bankrupt and has such a large amount of debt. It's not like my daughter can't think about it and sell herself, right? !
Thinking of this, his face turned pale.
Fortunately, Song Qingyou didn't pay attention, and replied calmly: "Jiang is always an investor in my company's project."
"Company? Qingyou, where did you get the money to start the company?" Song Xingye's heart became heavier and heavier.
Song Qingyou heard the words and remembered that Song Xingye had been in a coma for a long time and didn't know many things, so she joined an entertainment company as an artist before the college entrance examination, and then told her experience of starting her own company.
As children, most of them subconsciously report good news but not bad news, and Song Qingyou is the same.
She only said that she "accidentally" became popular, and then started a company, which sounds smooth, like a stroke of luck.
But Song Xingye knew that his daughter's journey must not be easy.
His eyes turned red, "It's all because Dad is useless for making you work so hard. You didn't even go to college, so you have to go out to work..."
The adoptive mother said before that the adoptive father is very emotional in private and cries easily.
Song Qingyou was young and didn't believe it, because her father was very powerful in her eyes.
I didn't expect this to be true.
Song Qingyou looked at the half-white-haired person in front of her crying, a little dumbfounded, and hurriedly passed the tissue over.
"I don't work hard." She said, "The company is now on the right track. Most of the debt owed by the Song family has been repaid, and there are only some payments that must be paid off in installments."
"It's all my father's debt, it has nothing to do with Qingyou..."
Song Xingye's heart is broken now.
My daughter is only 20!
In his eyes, she is still a little girl!
Song Qingyou: "Dad, you really treat me like your own daughter, so don't say that, why do you still talk about two different things?"
Song Xingye raised his eyes and smiled suddenly, "Qingyou has grown up, and her personality has become much more cheerful. Your mouth was not so eloquent before."
In the past, Song Qingyou was also likable, but she wasn’t lively enough, giving people the impression that she was well-behaved and sensible, with a soft personality.
Now it looks much stronger.
"Then dad thinks I'm better before or now?"
"It's all good." Song Xingye said without hesitation, "You are my daughter, how can you be good when you are young, but not when you grow up?"
However, if possible, he really hoped that Song Qingyou would remain the same, after all, it would prove that Qingyou hadn't suffered.
"Qingyou, tell me more about what happened in the past few years."
Song Xingye was so concerned about what happened after coma.
At first, I wanted to know how Song Qingyou was doing in the past few years.
The second reason is that I don’t want to continue to hold my daughter back. When the body can move, I have to find a way to work and make money.
Afterwards, the father and daughter asked and answered questions in the ward, which was particularly harmonious.
Song Qingyou: I am 20 years old
Old father: My daughter is only 2 years old (bushi
(end of this chapter)