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The author has something to say: The photo in Lao Cheng's hand is exactly what Pan Yao got from Qu Heng.

It is also reasonable for Ju Cheng to withdraw the cooperation project with Cheng Yuan. This piece of fat is hung up again, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring behind the scenes.

However, since the project was withdrawn, there has been no movement. I only heard that Liang Chen, the secretary of the municipal party committee, emphasized at the meeting that Cheng Yuan, as a lesson for the past, must be cautious and cautious, and do not make any mistakes. After the limelight subsides, the bidding will be re-opened, and it will be determined at that time. It's not too late to make the list.

The fire could not be contained in the paper, and within a few days, the story of Pan Yao was spread within the company, but because of Pan Yao's second uncle, Pan Yuanshan, no one blatantly discussed it in front of others.

After Yang Qiumin was found to have nothing to do with the matter, he also walked out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau that day.

Cheng Guoqiang sent his own driver to pick him up in person, and arranged for him to go home and rest for a few days to calm down the shock. Except for the salary, as for the company's compensation and other aspects, everything is negotiable.

It seems that things are proceeding in an orderly manner, as if everything is moving in a good direction. ·

The date of Lao Cheng's discharge from the hospital was approaching, and it happened to be the weekend, and the weather was fine, so Cheng Yi drove Song Xianfei to the nursing home.

At the last intersection leading to the gate of the nursing home, there are planted osmanthus trees on both sides, with golden clusters of green leaves and fragrant fragrance. At this time, most of the osmanthus flowers are in full bloom, and some of them fall to the ground, piling up conspicuously like gilded snow by the road.

Song Xianfei smelled this intoxicating fragrance through the car window. He was still a little drowsy at first, but he opened his eyes suddenly after hearing Cheng Yi's call, and was instantly attracted by the scene passing by outside the car window.

"The place is here." Cheng Yi glanced at him while driving, but he didn't expect Song Xianfei to be a little more at ease than he imagined, and he didn't seem so nervous.

On the contrary, I was always worried about what to say when I met Lao Cheng, how to make Liang Xuewei and the others feel good about Song Xianfei, leave a better impression, and so on.

As the vehicle drove into the parking lot of the compound, Song Xianfei took the opportunity to look up, and saw a few big characters on the building - Ark Nursing Home.

The outside looks like a villa area at first glance, but the inside looks like the emperor's back garden. There is a fountain pool with a horse sculpture in the center. After getting off the car, Song Xianfei stood in the courtyard and looked around. He couldn't help sighing, "This kind of place looks expensive at first glance, it should be private."

"The equipment is private, and the place belongs to the government." Cheng Yi smiled and straightened his messy collar for him, and answered, "This used to be the old hospital site left over from the war, and the government will find ways to optimize the use of historical buildings. , as long as it is reasonably protected and meets the requirements, it can be used as a business operation. The current director is Liu Minghang's uncle, but this place is not only a nursing home, but also a special charity organization, and Lao Cheng also participated in part of the cooperation."

Song Xianfei was taken aback, "Charity?"

Cheng Yi nodded and explained to him: "It is mainly for children with leukemia and other intractable diseases. Illness does not distinguish between rich and poor, especially for families that are not rich. The hospital’s daily chemotherapy and medical expenses are hard to bear. If there is no treatment, their children will suffer. There are not a few families like this. If they receive treatment here, the government will try their best to help them bear some medical expenses , without delaying the child’s medical treatment.”

"So that's how it is." When Song Xianfei cast his sights on this "garden" again, an inexplicable warmth surged from the bottom of his heart. Even though a hundred years had passed, his proper soul was still not destroyed.

On the way to the ward together, I heard from Cheng Yi that the medical equipment in this nursing home is all the most advanced equipment, and famous experts from home and abroad have also been hired.

Lao Cheng has often lived here for a period of time since his heart bypass surgery. The most important thing is that he has a few old acquaintances who can chat and play chess with him to relieve his boredom.

When Song Xianfei followed Cheng Yi into the second floor, he was attracted by the retro corridor in front of him. He didn't expect the smell of disinfectant everywhere. The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus blowing in by the wind.

"Mom." From a distance, Cheng Yi saw Liang Xuewei standing at the end of the corridor, talking to the nurse in a low voice. She hadn't seen her for a few days, so she couldn't help shouting in a moment of excitement.

Cheng Yi's voice completely broke the silence in the corridor, and even startled a few sparrows on the window sill, flapping their wings in panic and fleeing. ·

The little nurse passing by in a hurry gave him a reproachful look, and Cheng Yi realized that he lost his composure just now, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, and moved closer to Song Xianfei.

Liang Xuewei and the nurse turned their heads to look at the two of them after explaining to them. When their eyes passed Song Xianfei, they paused for a while, and then stretched out their hands to him, showing a kind smile, "Nice to meet you."

Liang Xuewei is nearly fifty years old, but she doesn't show any signs of age at all. The cheongsam looks extravagant and elegant, with a slender figure, a typical oriental classical beauty, gentle and graceful.

Song Xianfei opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to call him. If he called Aunt Liang Xuewei, he felt that he was calling her old, not to mention that he was eight years older than Cheng Yi.

After his brain was running fast for a few seconds, Song Xianfei hurriedly held that hand and smiled calmly, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Cheng."

Liang Xuewei pursed her lips and smiled, as if she was very satisfied with the young man in front of her, and even boasted smoothly: "I heard from Xiaoyi a few days ago that he would bring a friend over, you are Song Xianfei, right? My father-in-law often mentions you, saying You are young and promising, and you are an outstanding talent in the company."

"It's Cheng Dong's praise." Song Xianfei was praised as soon as he came up, his ears felt a little hot, and he couldn't help but raised his head and took a peek at Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi received the "help" signal, smiled and stepped forward to embrace Liang Xuewei's shoulders, "Mom, let's talk in the room. My grandfather hasn't seen me for a while, so he must have talked a lot."

"There are a lot of problems with you." Liang Xuewei said as she led the two of them forward, "You two came at the right time. Your grandfather just came back from a stroll in the yard after eating in the morning. Maybe I’m going to find someone to play chess with.”

Cheng Yi hummed and put his head close to Song Xianfei's ear, and while Liang Xuewei was leading the way for him, he whispered softly, "I almost tensed up when you called our mother Mrs. Cheng, were you nervous just now? ?”

"It's too early to call mom, and it's too old to call you aunt." Song Xianfei didn't want to be outdone, and glanced at Cheng Yi with a smile, "You can't call me sister, I don't want to be your uncle."

Cheng Yi glared at him, scratched his lower back with his hands, and warned in a low voice, "I'll take care of you when I get back."

The small movements of the two stopped before entering the door. Liang Xuewei pushed open the door and called Dad softly.

Cheng Guoqiang was dressed in casual sportswear. He was sitting on the sofa by the window and basking in the sun with his eyes closed. When he heard someone coming in, he opened his eyes. He was slightly taken aback when he saw the two people following Liang Xuewei, and then said something Sit down.

Cheng Yi took the fruit care products from Song Xianfei's hand and put them aside in a conspicuous place, and then ran behind Lao Cheng, squeezing his shoulders and thumping his back as if he were courteous.

Cheng Guoqiang glanced at Song Xianfei, nodded and smiled, "Xiao Song is here too."

Before Song Xianfei could answer, Cheng Yi said first, "Well, I drove over to see you, but I ran into Director Song on the way. I think it's not easy for him to stop the car with so many things, so I might as well take him with you." Come with him."

In fact, the two of them have been getting tired of being together for the past few days, but Cheng Yi said without blushing or heartbeat, and even winked and smiled at Song Xianfei after speaking, as if to show off his poor ability.

Song Xianfei had no choice but to agree with him, "Cheng Yi... is right."

Cheng Guoqiang hummed lightly, and asked Cheng Yi about his handling of those rumors.

Secretary Ma and Pan Yuanshan reported the progress of various tasks to Lao Cheng every day, as well as everything about their own affairs, which was no less than his presence in person.

Of course Cheng Yi knew that Old Cheng knew, so he simply answered concisely, "The rumor-mongering media has quieted down a lot after receiving the lawyer's letter. Uncle Pan suspects that someone is deliberately promoting this, so he is still entrusting his police friend to investigate. .”

Song Xianfei didn't mean to mention, "Isn't there another person in the report who spread a rumor saying that you hit him because of a girl, and this person was also arrested?"

"This one was caught too." Cheng Yi's voice suddenly became much softer, and the hand that beat Old Cheng's back was careless and lost strength, "But beating people... It's true, but that kid turned right and wrong, let's talk about it." I didn't hit him all because of that girl, the reports are too exaggerated."

Song Xianfei slightly raised his eyebrows, but didn't say much.

Cheng Yi took the opportunity to put aside the topic, "The girl involved is willing to help clarify, and the little bastard was also taken away by the police for questioning. He is not capable of this himself, and he was probably bought by someone, but the police intervened. I believe the person behind the scenes Don’t dare to act rashly again.”

"That can't be taken lightly." Cheng Guoqiang moved his shoulders and said, "You must know that war without gunpowder smoke is also cruel, and Cheng Yuan has suffered a lot this time."

Cheng Yi nodded again and again, saying that he remembered it in his heart, and he would never act recklessly and impulsively again in the future.

Cheng Guoqiang half-closed his eyes, waved Cheng Yi to sit on the side, and don't keep dangling on top of his head, "Isn't today your Uncle Pan going to have an appointment with Representative Gu Cheng? Why didn't you go with me?"

"Me?" Cheng Yi took a deep breath, walked around the sofa and sat next to him, "Every clause in the contract is clearly written, no matter how you say it, Cheng Yuan violated the contract first, and Gu Cheng just followed the rules To do business, I can’t turn the situation around if I go or not.”

Cheng Guoqiang snorted coldly, annoyed him for his reasonable rhetoric.

Cheng Yi knew that his heart had just started to recover, so he agreed with all the hippie smiles and didn't talk back.

"Grandpa, don't worry too much about things in the company. Your body is your capital. Besides, there are me and my mother here."

Cheng Yi glanced at Song Xianfei while speaking, and continued: "Although I'm still young, I'm not that thoughtful about many things, but fortunately, Uncle Pan and Uncle Ma are leading the way, and of course Director Song is behind me." Spurring, I’m not bragging, I should be able to see if I’ve made any changes compared to before.”

Cheng Yi was deliberately taking the credit for himself. Song Xianfei knew his good intentions, but he just said it out, and the listeners might not really think so.

Talking about spurring Song Xianfei, he didn't feel that he was spurring him much, and he could only rely on the individual to make changes, but his personality is such that no matter who he looks at, high-ranking officials or people on the road, they are all equal in his eyes, no distinction is made between high and low.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been friction with Cheng Yi as soon as they met. Speaking of which, I had some prejudices at the time, and defined Cheng Yi before he came.

Old Cheng only said not to make him too complacent, there is still a long way to go in the future, and there are still many things that need to be changed, and then he sent Cheng Yi and Liang Xuewei out to get medicine for him.

"You go out first, Xiao Song and I still have a few words to talk about."

Cheng Yi was a little displeased, thinking that a few boxes of medicine would take so much effort, they both had to go get them, "Just ask the nurse to bring it later, is there anything I can't listen to?"

Cheng Guoqiang glared at him, "Go as soon as I tell you."

"Okay, don't make your grandpa angry." Liang Xuewei hurriedly asked Cheng Yi to go out together, and said that she had to go to the supermarket next door to buy something, and just asked Cheng Yi to drive her there.

Although Cheng Yi was a little reluctant, but thinking about it, Lao Cheng was not a man-eating monster. Song Xianfei had been in the company for so many years, and the two of them should have had a lot of private conversations, so he sighed and followed him slowly. Liang Xuewei went out behind her.

Cheng Guoqiang only raised his head when the footsteps outside the door were far away, and his eyes fell on Song Xianfei's face, which made his heart tense.

"There is a file bag at the bottom of the bedside table, please bring it for me."

Song Xianfei responded with a good word, got up and found the portfolio at the location Cheng Guoqiang said, but Cheng Guoqiang didn't pick it up, but let him keep holding it, motioning him to sit down and continue chatting.

"Cheng Yi has caused you a lot of trouble during this period, thank you for your hard work." Cheng Guoqiang nodded at Song Xianfei, and asked again, "I remember when you first came to Cheng Yuan, you were just a few years after you graduated from college, and you were in your early twenties. Cheng Yi is about the same age now."

Song Xianfei nodded and said yes, originally thought that the reason for sending Cheng Yi out was because he would talk about Pan Yao, but he didn't expect that these questions were all about himself and had nothing to do with it.

"You have been in Chengyuan for nearly ten years, and you should have seen a lot of bumps and bumps along the way in the company before. It seems that this slightly larger turmoil is the first time you have experienced it."

Cheng Guoqiang didn't wait for Song Xianfei to answer, and continued: "As a member of the company, you must know that all actions will affect the company to a certain extent, and if you are caught by a colleague with a heart, it will cause a lot of trouble. , Take these reports of Cheng Yi as an example, whether they are true or not, they will have a certain negative impact."

"Yes..." Song Xianfei heard what he meant, and subconsciously tightened his fingers holding the file bag, feeling uneasy.

Cheng Guoqiang nodded slightly, without beating around the bush, he just said, "Open the portfolio and have a look."

Song Xianfei's heart trembled, and after thinking for a few seconds, he still pulled one end of the white rope and slowly released it counterclockwise.

There are only a few photos in it, the familiar neighborhood, the familiar environment, and the two men who are being intimate in the photos, no matter whether they are kissing or hugging, they are clearly visible.

Song Xianfei pinched a corner of the photo, feeling that the blood in his body was about to stop, the air in his trachea seemed to be cut off, and he was suffocated.

"If Cheng Yi didn't bring you here today, I would also like to find you some time." Cheng Guoqiang got up and poured a cup of hot water, looked at Song Xianfei and said, "He just isn't here, so talk to me if you have anything to say."