Spring night kiss

Chapter 27 I was dumped, do I still need to pay a breakup fee?
Jiang Tan paused, and then walked quickly into the hospital with a calm expression.

She also has her own life to live, and she has to live a good life without Zhou Yinghuai.

Su Yue was lying on the hospital bed with a plaster on her left leg, and she still had time to eat.

When she saw Jiang Tan coming, she put down the lunch box in her hand, waved towards her and said, "Jiang Tan, you're here!"

Jiang Tan said softly and sat down next to her. Seeing that she was in good spirits, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Be careful and don't be reckless."

"It's true that the scene was too chaotic today. As you know, Ningcheng hasn't had such a heavy snowfall in many years." When Su Yue said this, she realized that Jiang Tan came here in pajamas, "Why don't you change?" clothing?"

"I was so anxious when I came out," Jiang Tan picked up the quilt at Su Yue's feet and blinked, "I'm a little tired, can I hold you for a while?"

Su Yue patted the place beside her, smiled and winked at Jiang Tan: "No need to ask, come up quickly, don't force me to beg you!"

In the past few days, Jiang Tan has been staying with Su Yue in the hospital.

When he was about to be discharged from the hospital, Su Yue's brother came over to help the two girls carry their luggage.

The last time we met was in the hospital. The man's face was covered in blood and his facial features were blurred. When we saw him today, he looked very handsome and gentle.

He smiled at Jiang Tan with a grateful voice: "Thank you for taking care of my sister these days, and for donating blood to me before."

Jiang Tan said no thanks, paused, and asked the man's name politely.

"Su Min." The man's gentle face smiled brightly, "Nice to meet you, Miss Jiang."

Zhou Yinghuai's birthday was celebrated at the Zhou family's old house.

Zhou Moxing was in good spirits today and asked a Huangmei Opera troupe to come over and perform.

Zhou Yinghuai was sitting on the Taishi chair, his posture was solemn and dignified, the actor's melodious singing came across the artificial lake, and the lyrics were quite clear.

Zhou Yinghuai was too lazy to listen and was not interested. He held a cigarette between his cold white fingers and smoked expressionlessly. His eyes were lowered, dull and indifferent, and he was watching a show from across the bank. It had nothing to do with him.

"It's rare that you celebrate your birthday at home this year. After dinner, remember to chat with your mother more."

When Zhou Moxing said this, seeing that Zhou Yinghuai had no reaction, he continued: "Zhou Yinghuai, you are not young anymore. Don't always let your mother worry about you."

"What kind of care are you taking?" Zhou Yinghuai didn't buy it. He sneered, with a cold and indifferent face, shrouded in the blur of light smoke and a thin posture, "You and my mother are getting older, so you should worry more. Worry about yourself, I will take care of my own affairs."

Zhou Moxing didn't get angry. He watched the troupe on the stage finish singing a play and go to change clothes before taking a sip of tea and said, "I know you've been in a bad mood recently. You raised a girl and ran away some time ago. Are you feeling stuck? "

The cigarette in Zhou Yinghuai's hand was cut off by him at the waist. His face, which had always been emotionless, finally became a little disturbed at this moment.

"I'm curious about what kind of girl makes you want to stay by your side."

Zhou Yinghuai looked directly at Zhou Moxing with a low pressure.

"Try to touch her." He paused for a moment and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "What do you mean by saying this today? Monitor me?"

"Do you still think too highly of yourself? Do I need to spy on you?"

Zhou Moxing's posture is majestic. He is a father and son after all. His facial features are similar to Zhou Yinghuai's, but he has more sharp insights that have been honed and accumulated over many years than Zhou Yinghuai's.

"Many people have told me about you, Zhou Yinghuai. Do you think that your entrepreneurial journey has been smooth sailing and that the group has listed on the market as soon as it says it is listed? Is it really just because of yourself?" Zhou Moxing snorted and spoke in a very straightforward manner. The tone pierced the truth, "It's because you are my son, Zhou Moxing! Who in the political and business circles dares not to give you face!"

This is a great birthday.

Zhou Yinghuai narrowed his eyes, stood up, and arranged his sleeves calmly.

"It's getting late, I'm leaving first."

Zhou Moxing frowned, his eyes filled with anger, and looked at Zhou Yinghuai, "Are you dissatisfied?"

"How dare you? If it weren't for you, who in the political and business circles would give me face?" Zhou Yinghuai finished speaking and walked out.

The housekeeper had been standing aside. At this time, watching Zhou Yinghuai's back disappear, he sighed and said: "Young Master, he has always been cautious, why should you."

"Sooner or later, one day, his arrogance will be severely dampened!" Zhou Moxing's face was as dark as water, and his power was overwhelming.

A new drama has been sung on stage.

The housekeeper knew that Zhou Moxing had a very high prestige in the political circles over the years, and no matter where he went, he was carefully complimented by others.But this son has exactly the same temperament as him. After all, both father and son are extremely strong people, and neither one is willing to be at a disadvantage.

Nowadays, Zhou Yinghuai is naturally not as good as Zhou Moxing, but given time, we may not know.

"The young master is your son. Doesn't it bring glory to your face because of his excellence?" The housekeeper said with a smile: "Those people say that a tiger father has no dog son."

Zhou Moxing's expression softened slightly and he took a sip of weak tea. His mood returned to normal, "What's there to say? Let's watch the show."

Zhou Yinghuai drove away. In the passenger seat, Zheng Heng crossed his legs and looked at something on his cell phone. After a while, he sneered, "Oh, Song Zhaozhao turns out to be a singer."

This tone of voice is full of interest.

Zhou Yinghuai was too lazy to care about his friends' trivial matters, and he didn't want to listen. When the light was red, he stopped the car impatiently and said coldly: "Why are you running to my door?"

"Every time you and your dad meet, nothing good will happen. I made a bet with Tang Xian that you could stay at home for a few hours. Tang Xian said you could stay until the next day. I said two hours at most, and I could wait. You come out."

Zheng Heng was full of interest and spoke vividly. He was finally willing to move his eyes away from the phone screen, looked at Zhou Yinghuai, and said: "Look, my guess was so accurate. You came out in a short while, and you haven't even lasted for an hour and a half." ."

Zhou Yinghuai said nothing and looked at the road ahead with a dull expression.

Zheng Heng stayed in the car for a long time before he realized something was wrong. He looked at Zhou Yinghuai in confusion, "No, are you angry? Did you drive in the wrong lane?"

"To shut up."

"This is not the way back to Mingyuan." Zheng Heng said in confusion.

"When did I say I wanted to go back to Mingyuan?" Zhou Yinghuai's slender fingers were clasped on the steering wheel, and he tightened his grip calmly.

The car drove into a community, an old-style community with a sense of decay and disrepair.

Zheng Heng understood, and sat down again, leaning back on the chair, "Zhou Yinghuai, didn't you give Jiang Tan the breakup fee? She lives in such a shabby way."

Zhou Yinghuai's voice was cold and cold, with a rare hint of venom. He said, "I've been dumped. Do I still have to pay a breakup fee?"

(End of this chapter)