Quick Wear: Take Advantage of the Void (PART 2)

World Seven (38) High Fever

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Tang Song left Taiheng's office at around three o'clock in the morning this morning. The new landmark project was worthy of its title as a super unfinished project. Only when he actually took over it did he realize that it was a rotten project to the core.

But Tang Song considers himself a person with a sense of responsibility. Since he was the one who insisted on setting up a new landmark before, he naturally won't dump this mess on his father when something goes wrong.

The responsible consequence is that he was so busy during this period that he didn't even have time to show his presence in front of Lin Jiu. The problem that he couldn't see coming to the end finally came to an end. He originally wanted to have a bad relationship with Lin Jiu, but in the end What he saw when he opened his eyes was Liang Yu's disgusting face.

Tang Song pushed the car door open. No one was hit, but the car door hit Lin Jiu's car with a bang. Liang Yu laughed inexplicably, "Are you so angry when you wake up?"

After staying up late and lacking sleep for several consecutive days, plus catching a cold while sleeping in the car last night, the dull pain and dizziness in the back of his head reached its peak the moment Tang Song stood up. He held on to the door frame and pulled himself almost The body was about to fall to the ground, unable to speak for a long time.

Liang Yu frowned. Tang Song, who was holding the car door open, looked half-dead. His face was as pale as a ghost, but there was a sickly blush on his cheeks. He was obviously suffering from a high fever.

"Pan Yuanqi, call an ambulance for Mr. Tang." Liang Yu glanced at his watch. It was already an hour late from his usual time to arrive at the company.

"No need." Tang Song endured the bursts of white light in front of his eyes and spoke with difficulty.

Liang Yu didn't even bother to pay attention this time. He left Tang Song alone and Pan Yuanqi hung up the phone just before he opened the car door.

"Director Liang, we've called you." Pan Yuanqi glanced at the man hanging on the car door who seemed about to faint at any moment, and asked out of humanitarian concern: "Is it okay for Mr. Tang to be like this?"

"No problem." Liang Yu opened the car door, bent over and sat in. "He finally got himself into this situation. The only audience hasn't even sat down yet. How could he be willing to faint?"

Only then did Pan Yuanqi remember whose apartment building he was at. He immediately put away his extra sympathy and got into the car.

After the black Bentley left indifferently, Tang Song began to use his brain that had been burnt to a pulp to think about how to behave in a way that would not appear deliberate and win favor.

But he soon no longer had this worry. As soon as Tang Song vaguely saw the elevator door opening through the glass door, his mind suddenly went blank and his vision went dark.

When Tang Song opened his eyes again, he was already looking at a familiar ceiling. When he left Ankang a month ago, he never thought that he would become a repeat customer so quickly.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the lights in the ward were not too bright. As if considering that he hadn't woken up yet, only a warm wall lamp was turned on. There was a familiar figure leaning on the single sofa by the window.

"Why is it you?" Tang Song couldn't hide his disgust, got up and downed a glass of cold water on the bedside table.

Li Hongyu's fingers quickly moved back and forth on the keyboard of his mobile phone. When he heard these words, he said without raising his head: "Brother Song, you will hurt my heart just by saying this. Who else can be here at your call besides me?"

"Shut up if you don't know how to speak." Tang Song said angrily, "Where is Lin Jiu?"

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Li Hongyu didn't answer for a long time, only concentrating on chatting animatedly with the third-tier starlet he had just added. Tang Song threw another pillow at him and knocked down his cell phone accurately.

Li Hongyu, who had scored twice, was not angry. He picked up the phone on the ground and stopped chatting. He locked the phone and put it on the table next to him. He raised his head and said scornfully: "Brother Song, it's not you who told me to shut up." Are you talking? Look how obedient I am."

This scene is just like a husky sitting in front of you with a grin after the house has been demolished. Tang Song choked and just started to think about whether Li Hongyu has been too busy recently, when he heard him say: "Lin Jiu, she called me I went to the company as soon as I came and left at nine o'clock in the morning."

Tang Song became even more angry and pointed the gun directly at the innocent Li Hongyu, "Then you won't come slower? Can your car drive so fast?"

"Brother Song, you slept for a full twelve hours. It's already nine o'clock in the evening. Even if I crawled over from home, it wouldn't have taken me twelve hours." Li Hongyu, who had suffered a terrible disaster, defended himself aggrievedly.

He endured it, but couldn't help but add: "I'm not telling you, you are really good at sleeping." As he said this, he even clicked his tongue with a lively expression.

Tang Song was too lazy to talk to Li Hongyu anymore, "Where is my cell phone?"

"Here, the battery is fully charged for you. I'm considerate, right?" Li Hongyu handed Tang Song's cell phone over, not forgetting to praise himself.

But it was obvious that Tang Song didn't accept this. He took the phone and sneered, "I advise you not to find a girlfriend, but find a boyfriend. You'll be acting like a girl all day long."

Li Hongyu did not answer Tang Song's words, and suddenly pointed to a bouquet of lilies placed on the low cabinet next to the door, "Brother Song, have you seen that flower?"

"You didn't buy it for me, right?" Tang Song felt chills because of this thought, "Can you please stop being disgusting?"

"How could that happen?" Li Hongyu smiled brightly, "That was bought for you by Lin Jiu."

As soon as Tang Song's eyes lit up, he heard Li Hongyu continue to say: "Lin Jiu is not free, and she even asked Jiang Xian to bring a bunch of flowers to visit you. I also wish you a speedy recovery. How about it, are you touched? "

Li Hongyu couldn't hide the gloating on his face. He wasn't afraid to see Tang Song staring at him with a death gaze. He continued: "And this ward is VIP8. The one where Liang Yu stayed a month ago. I don't remember anything."

The expression on Tang Song's face was completely frozen.

"Hahaha, this is called the change of fortune. Hahaha, I really didn't expect that you would also have this... Don't say goodbye. Hit someone without hitting someone in the face. Brother Song, Brother Song, I was wrong."