Spring night kiss

She heard Jiang Tan say: "Watch your mouth, if I really want to do anything to you, your end will be even worse than now."

Li Wei didn't dare to speculate on the truth or falsehood of Jiang Tan's words.

She seemed to be too free-spirited, as if she meant what she said was engraved into her words.

"Don't worry, I won't take the initiative to provoke Song Zhaozhao!" Li Wei gritted her teeth and held back, "But you should take care of your friends!"

Jiang Tan looked at Liwei lightly.

If it weren't for her, she would still be of some use now.
"You have a good rest. I'm leaving first." Jiang Tan stood up and his voice became calmer. "After you are discharged from the hospital, come to me in Chenxi. It is better for us to talk about some things face to face."

"I know." Li Wei leaned on the pillow, facing Jiang Tan's lively face, inexplicably frightened, "Mr. Jiang, you can go alone, I won't see you off."

Jiang Tan walked out of the hospital and contacted Song Zhaozhao.

When she spoke, she lost her coldness and became gentle, "Zhaozhao, this matter is almost settled. If you want to leave Ningcheng, I will help you."

On the other end, Song Zhaozhao said softly after a moment of silence: "Jiang Tan, I'm here with Zheng Heng now."

Jiang Tan was stunned, "Why did you go to find Zheng Heng without saying a word?"

"I don't want to implicate you. You have helped me enough." Song Zhaozhao said with a smile, "I will make it clear to him."

Jiang Tan thought about Zheng Heng's erratic behavior toward her on the road.

According to Zheng Heng's current temperament, it is impossible to let Song Zhaozhao explain clearly to him.

"Zhaozhao, don't be impulsive. Don't go looking for Zheng Heng yet."

Song Zhaozhao has hung up the phone.

The buildings in Yanyuan tend to be European-style, and under the sunlight, the marble reflects dazzling light.

Song Zhaozhao has lived here for a long time, but looking at it now, it feels very strange.

She looked up for a long time before walking inside.

In the hall, the air-conditioning hit my face, making me shiver.

Song Zhaozhao saw Zheng Heng wearing a nightgown and sitting on the sofa.

He must have just taken a shower, and there were water drops on his hair dripping down the ends. He must have heard the sound of the door opening, and he casually turned his face and looked in his direction.

Song Zhaozhao heard Zheng Heng's sarcastic and indifferent voice. Zheng Heng said, "Are you finally willing to come back?"

"I saw the photo you sent me." Song Zhaozhao said in a calm voice, "This is between you and me. Please don't involve Jiang Tan."

Zheng Heng knew that the reason why Song Zhaozhao was willing to come back was because he sent someone to send Song Zhaozhao photos of all Jiang Tan's itinerary in the past two days.

He is looking for someone to monitor Jiang Tan.

The profound meaning of this matter is obvious. If Song Zhaozhao refuses to come back, Jiang Tan will always be the one being monitored.

Today, Jiang Tan is no longer the little canary beside Zhou Yinghuai. She has no curtain to protect her from the wind and rain. If Zheng Heng really did something to Jiang Tan because of him, Song Zhaozhao will feel sorry for him for the rest of his life.

"As long as you are willing to come back obediently, of course I will not anger Jiang Tan." Zheng Heng's voice was soft and bewitching: "Zhao Zhao, you also know that I have always been patient with you, and you occasionally lose your temper. , I can forgive you, and I won’t blame you."

"Willful?" Song Zhaozhao looked at Zheng Heng funny: "You think I am willful." "Otherwise?" Zheng Heng was a little angry at Song Zhaozhao's rhetorical question.

"Zheng Heng, I came back to break up with you." Song Zhaozhao didn't care about Zheng Heng's cold mood, her voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "This inexplicable relationship between the two of us should be over. "

Zheng Heng thought that Song Zhaozhao was the most ruthless person in the world.

She can stab people's hearts with a nonchalant tone.

"Separate? I told you before, have you forgotten? In this relationship, only I can say separate!" Zheng Heng stood up and suddenly strode to Song Zhaozhao.

She faced a sense of oppression. The man was tall and looked at her condescendingly, "You are telling me to break up now? What qualifications do you have to break up with me!"

Song Zhaozhao raised her face, her bright and intense face, all expressions were calm at this time, she said: "I don't want anything anymore, I just want to stay away from you."

Zheng Heng has always felt that Song Zhaozhao loves vanity and is immersed in the big dye vat of the entertainment industry. He has long since become willing to do anything to become famous.

Wasn't she willing to stay with her just to get better resources?

But she is still willing to give it now, so why doesn't she want it?

"Are you bringing this up to me because you want to make an offer?" Zheng Heng gritted his teeth, sneered, and said with cold eyes, "Okay, tell me, what else do you want? Do you have any other great directors or high-level directors?" If you want to take over She She, tell me, Song Zhaozhao, and I will satisfy you."

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by seriousness and promise, "Song Zhaozhao, as long as you want, you can have everything that others dream of."

Lengthy silence.

Zheng Heng found out funny that he was a little nervous.

But Song Zhaozhao opened his mouth and easily destroyed his reason. Song Zhaozhao said: "What I dream of is to leave you."

Zheng Heng has never been so disliked by anyone in his life.

Isn't he just a little actor?
Why does she talk to herself like this?

Zheng Heng's rationality was completely lost. She held Song Zhaozhao's shoulders tightly, the anger in her eyes was uncontrollable and terrifying.

"Song Zhaozhao, you have the guts to say what you just said again."

Song Zhaozhao's face remained calm. She didn't hesitate for a second and said slowly: "Zheng Heng, it's the same thing if I say it a hundred times. What I dream of is to leave you."

Zheng Heng's eyes were filled with blood, and he looked at Song Zhaozhao with anger and ferocity.

Just before the situation got out of hand, the housekeeper walked in.

The butler said: "Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zhou is here."

When Song Zhaozhao let go of his shoulders by Zheng Heng, his whole body lost all strength and fell limply to the ground.

She lowered her eyelids and said nothing, and heard Zheng Heng say coldly: "Just stay here. I don't want to make things impossible, but don't force me."

Song Zhaozhao did not answer, and quietly maintained his awkward sitting posture.

Zhou Yinghuai walked in from the outside, his manly temperament was cold and indifferent, and he was dressed in dignity. Who wouldn't say that the person in the painting is not stained by dust?
"Ying Huai. Are you looking for me?" Zheng Heng looked at Zhou Yinghuai in confusion: "Is there something wrong?"

Could it be because he followed Jiang Tan?
Zhou Yinghuai's eyes stayed on Song Zhaozhao, he looked away, and his voice was elegant and calm: "There is something, let's go up and talk about it."