Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Just as he was about to pull back the arm that had served as his pillow all night, he met Lin Xindie's clear eyes.

The girl's eyes still had traces of tears from last night, but her eyes were full of cunning stars: "Mr. Zhou is finally awake?"

"My arm..." He was about to explain, but was interrupted by the sudden warm breath.

Lin Xindie held up four scallion-like fingers and waved them in front of his eyes: "Four times, every time I moved half an inch away, Mr. Zhou..."

The moment the voice stopped, the subtle touch of a special part made the air suddenly heat up.

Zhou Qi rubbed his numb arm and caught a glimpse of the girl's blushing ears but trying to remain calm.

When the morning breeze blew open the gaps in the gauze curtains, he suddenly discovered that there was an unprecedented soft light between Lin Xindie's brows.

That is the unique charm of the crabapple blossoms that have just bloomed after being destroyed by heavy rain.

In the early morning, Lin Xindie tossed and turned on the silk quilt, and finally sat astride Zhou Qi's waist.

Her slender fingers lifted the man's chiseled jaw, her cherry lips suddenly blocked his breath, and her hot palms slid down along his strong chest muscles.

As the snake-like waist swayed, the silk nightgown straps slipped off quietly, and the whole space was gradually permeated with ambiguous fragrance.

When the morning light penetrated the gauze curtain, the clock hand pointed to a quarter past seven.

Zhou Qi half-leaned on the Italian leather sofa, staring at the girl curled up on the Persian carpet tying her shoelaces.

Unlike the numbness and emptiness of the past, at this moment she had a smile on her lips. She kicked the lace underwear that was torn last night into the trash can, jumped on her sheepskin boots and put her arm around his.

He could have directly enjoyed the butler's meal service, but when he saw the mess of champagne glasses and rose petals on the floor, Zhou Qi changed his mind.

The moment the elevator door opened, Gao Qingliang Zhenyu, with a greasy face, was seen waiting in the corridor with his head bent.

The boss of the film and television company had been waiting here since five in the morning, and the folds of his suit pants were still stained with incense ash from last night's celebration banquet.

"Good morning, Mr. Jay! What do you think of today's schedule..."

Gao Qingliang Zhenyu approached with a flattering smile, but was ignored by Zhou Qi.

Under the crystal chandelier in the buffet restaurant, the man watched with interest as Lin Xindie shuttled between the French dessert table and the Cantonese tea cart, turning a deaf ear to the lapdog-like flattery beside him.

When the English bone china cup was empty, Zhou Qi glanced at the tourbillon on his wrist.

There were still seven minutes left until eight o'clock, and the usually impatient eldest daughter of the Liang family had not called yet. This abnormal silence was more interesting to him than the beauty of last night.

Zhou Qi stared at the wall clock, his fingertips tapping the table unconsciously.

Normally the phone would have been ringing at this time, but now it was unusually quiet.

When I picked up the phone and dialed Liang Ranran's number, the waiting tone in the receiver was particularly long.

The moment the call was connected, broken sobs and the sharp sound of the horn rushed into my eardrums.

"What happened?" Zhou Qi subconsciously clenched his cell phone. The smell of disinfectant in the emergency room seemed to penetrate into his nose through the radio waves.

The truth was pieced together from Liang Ranran's intermittent crying. Liang Tingshan had been living and eating in the Shanyi Heavy Industry workshop for five consecutive days. He suddenly fainted this morning and was sent to the hospital.

The harsh sound of brakes suddenly tore through the background of the call, and Zhou Qi stood up suddenly: "Are you still driving?"

The only response Zhou Qi received was sobbing that became increasingly uncontrollable.

Looking through the observation window of the ward, Liang Tingshan was lying flat on the bed surrounded by monitors, and several doctors in white coats were discussing the treatment plan in a low voice.

Liang Ranran was holding the arm of a noble lady wearing a jade necklace, and their similar eyes were both soaked with tears.

Five figures formed a subtle barrier at the corner of the corridor, and the smell of engine oil in the workshop was mixed with the scent of men's cologne.

When the leading man in a suit stretched out his hand to block us, the crisp tapping sound of Lin Xindie's high heels stopped abruptly.

Just as the assistant, who graduated from Wharton Business School, was about to speak, Zhou Qi handed his business card to her: "Zhou Qi from Dinghua Capital, a friend of Ms. Liang."

Under the cold light of the disinfection lamp, the man's gray suit has a metallic luster.

The former mechanical engineer suddenly spoke up: "Three years ago at the National Industrial Expo, I saw Mr. Liang debugging a precision machine tool."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp beeping sound of an instrument was heard in the ward.

As long as you are not completely blind, you can sense that something is unusual.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Liang and Liang Ranran. I rushed here after learning about the situation." Zhou Qi said.

When the man heard this, his tense expression relaxed a little, but he still did not give in and said to Zhou Qi:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Liang is not in good health right now and is not suitable to see anyone. The doctor is still examining him. If it is a company matter, you can communicate with me first;

If it is a personal friend, you might as well wait a while and see the result before making a decision, and don’t disturb him for the time being.”

Zhou Qi remembered that Liang Ranran had mentioned before that someone came to collect debts, so he guessed that the person in front of him might have mistaken him for the debt collector.

Just then, Liang Ranran heard a sound outside the door, turned around, saw Zhou Qi through the ward door, and immediately walked over.

"they are my friends."

Liang Ranran simply explained, looked at Zhou Qi with red eyes from crying, and said softly: "You are here."

These three short words are full of gratitude.

Zhou Qi looked at her and asked with concern: "How is your father now?"

"Still unconscious."

Liang Ranran replied: "After the doctor examined me, he said it was due to overwork and low blood sugar. I'll be fine if I take a good rest."

The woman at the side pulled the doctor aside and asked, "Doctor, is it really just low blood sugar? How could he suddenly faint due to low blood sugar and still not wake up?"

"Could it be some serious illness?"

The woman continued, "Would you like to have a full checkup to see if there are any other problems?"

In the seemingly caring words, there was actually a hint of ulterior motive.

The doctor replied hesitantly, "Well...after the patient wakes up, if further examination is needed, we can arrange it."

"Oh, what are you waiting for to wake up!"

The woman said anxiously, "Let's get him checked now. It won't waste time. If it's really an incurable disease, we can prepare early."

Hearing this, everyone present suddenly felt embarrassed.

Liang Ranran's face darkened instantly. Without bothering to say anything more to Zhou Qi, he walked straight to the woman and waved his hand violently - "Pa!"

A resounding slap echoed throughout the ward.

"You...how dare you hit me?" The woman covered her face, her face full of shock.

"I dare to hit you!"

Liang Ranran's eyes were red, and she pointed at the woman and angrily scolded: "You shameless old woman, my father hasn't done anything yet, and you are thinking about our family's property!"

"I'm telling you, our family's business has nothing to do with you, so just give up on this idea!"

The woman was so angry that her face turned blue. She stared at Liang Ranran gloomily and said coldly:

"Who do you think you are? Although you are his daughter, legally I am your mother, a substitute for your dead mother!"

"Don't think that just because your dad dotes on you, I can't teach you a lesson!"