Don't abuse the president, your wife is the real daughter

Chapter 411

After asking Zhan Jincheng several times, he didn't say anything, he was so mysterious, Song Zhaoyu didn't ask any more questions.

She followed Zhan Jincheng slowly, and saw that Zhan Jincheng walked to the counter and sat down. Song Chaoyu stood there and looked at his back. He was seriously communicating with the staff on the counter.

Realizing that Song Zhaoyu hadn't followed, Zhan Jincheng waved at her, and Song Chaoyu walked unhurriedly to Zhan Jincheng's side and sat down.She took a closer look, Zhan Jincheng was holding a transfer document in his hand, and cast a glance at Song Chaoyu indifferently: "Sign it."

Song Chaoyu was still puzzled, she held it in her hand and looked at it, she quickly put down the contract in her hand, and stared at Zhan Jincheng in surprise.

It turned out that he was going to transfer the ownership of a villa in the suburbs to himself. Song Chaoyu only now understood the purpose of his coming here.

"No, I can't accept this." After hesitating for a moment, she said to Zhan Jincheng, but Zhan Jincheng took Song Chaoyu's hand.

The comforting voice reached Song Chaoyu's ears, Zhan Jincheng rubbed Song Zhaoyu's head, and said righteously: "This is what you should accept, and you will soon become a member of our Zhan family. It should be, you accept it."

He persuaded Song Chaoyu, but Song Zhaoyu still hesitated, Zhan Jincheng seemed to have seen through Song Chaoyu's mind.

"This is just one of the wishes of our Zhan family. It is insignificant. In the future, the company's shares and other assets will be transferred to your name one after another." He put the contract in Song Chaoyu's hands again.

Song Chaoyu stared intently at Zhan Jincheng, and Zhan Jincheng showed a calm smile on his face: "You just need to accept it calmly."

Song Chaoyu didn't refuse any more, since this was the Zhan family's wish, Song Chaoyu signed his name on the document.

As soon as she put down the pen in her hand, her heart became complicated again. Tang Chende's urn and Zhao Hongying's smiling face suddenly flashed in her mind, and the pictures kept flashing in front of her eyes. A painful look.

She turned her head away, not wanting Zhan Jincheng to see herself in this state, Song Chaoyu knew very well in her heart that she hadn't taken medicine for a few days, and her illness was about to strike again, so she hurriedly stood up from the seat.

The keen Zhan Jincheng immediately noticed the abnormality, stayed by Song Chaoyu's side, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with Zhaoyu?"

Song Chaoyu waved his hand, covered his mouth with one hand, and responded: "No, it's nothing." A disgusting feeling suddenly came to his heart, and Song Zhaoyu tried his best to restrain himself from thinking about what happened in the cemetery. picture.

Her mood was getting worse and worse. Zhan Jincheng didn't know Song Chaoyu's current condition, and wanted to reach out to support Song Zhaoyu, but Song Zhaoyu suddenly pushed her away. is turning.

Gritting her teeth tightly, Song Chaoyu said with all her strength, "Let's go back, I want to rest." She just wanted to take a medicine soon so that she wouldn't suffer so much.

Zhan Jincheng stared at Song Chaoyu worriedly, still asking: "Are you feeling unwell, let's go to the hospital."

Upon hearing that she was going to the hospital, Song Chaoyu's stable mood became agitated again, she was afraid that Zhan Jincheng would know her current situation.

"No! You don't need to go to the hospital. I know in my heart that I'm just too tired." She pulled Zhan Jincheng's arm, and Zhan Jincheng stared at Song Chaoyu's pale face, looking at her as if she was fine, his A heart tenses up.

There were people coming and going in the hall, and some people noticed Song Chaoyu's strangeness. Zhan Jincheng pulled out Song Zhaoyu's hand and strode outside. After arriving outside, Song Zhaoyu took a deep breath. Much better than before.

Zhan Jincheng took her to a corner of the wall, there was a lush tree beside it, Song Chaoyu put one hand on the tree, and took several deep breaths, Zhan Jincheng next to him was anxious, but couldn't help on any busy.

He cautiously wanted to go forward, but Song Chaoyu turned his head to look at him and quickly stopped him: "Don't move."

Zhan Jincheng stopped in his tracks, stayed where he was, and raised his voice a lot: "Zhaoyu, what's the matter with you? If you don't feel well, can I take you to the hospital? Let's go check it out." He Staring at Song Chaoyu's back, he couldn't see how painful the expression on her face was.

Song Chaoyu shook his head, trying to keep himself calm, she didn't want Zhan Jincheng to see her sudden illness.

"Maybe I'm too tired today, I'm a little hypoglycemic, just go home and take some medicine." She felt a little better before she turned her head and stared at Zhan Jincheng, who also walked forward quickly .

"Is that really the case?" Zhan Jincheng still had doubts in his heart, and put a hand on Song Chaoyu's shoulder.

Song Zhaoyu tried his best to squeeze out a smile, and explained: "It's like this, just go home."

Her hand grabbed Zhan Jincheng's arm vigorously, and after being alone for a while, her mood improved obviously, but her chest was still very dull.

Zhan Jincheng looked at Song Chaoyu's face, helped her to sit on the seat, and ran away by himself.

Song Zhaoyu didn't have the strength to ask, and sat on the seat, holding his hands together and panting heavily.

Fortunately, she held back just now, otherwise there would be no way to hide Zhan Jincheng.

She patted her chest, and after feeling that her breathing was much easier, she slowly raised her head.

Zhan Jincheng ran over from a distance, his tie was fluttering in the wind on his white shirt, his hair was also flying, and he held a bottle of mineral water tightly in his hand.

Running in front of Song Chaoyu, he opened the water and handed it to Song Chaoyu's hand.

"Drink some water and rest for a while." After handing the water to Song Chaoyu, both hands fumbled in his pockets again,
Just when Song Zhaoyu was puzzled, he took out a handful of candy from his pocket, grabbed Song Zhaoyu's hand and placed it in her palm domineeringly.

"Here." He opened one and put it near Song Chaoyu's mouth.Song Chaoyu also unconsciously opened his mouth.

A pair of eyes fell on Zhan Jincheng's face, and when he got closer, Song Chaoyu noticed that his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"Is it better?" Zhan Jincheng frowned and asked.

The sugar was in Song Zhaoyu's mouth, and the orange flavor bloomed in the whole mouth. Although it was not as effective as the medicine prescribed by Luo Yi, Song Zhaoyu did feel much better. It may also be because, at the moment when he looked at Zhan Jincheng, Song Zhaoyu had already Forget the psychological pain.

"If you have low blood sugar, you must prepare a few pieces of candy. What if you behave like this in the future?" Zhan Jincheng looked at Song Zhaoyu sweetly, and Song Zhaoyu couldn't help but raised his arm to wipe Zhan Jincheng's forehead With the sweat on their hands, the two looked at each other with only tenderness in their eyes.

After reacting, Song Chaoyu obediently put the candy in his pocket, adding a little sweetness to his heart.

(End of this chapter)