Chapter 28 028 "Boss Shi, I'm here to pick up my husband."...

"...Langzhou, I always feel like someone is watching me when I get off work today."

In the kitchen, Tang Sijia quietly wrapped the cod meat in wonton wrappers, looking at the man who was reading the case file on the other end of the phone, hesitating for a long time before speaking softly.

Hearing this, Lu Langzhou raised his head from the documents, his expression a little more serious: "Someone is following you?"

"I don't know," Tang Sijia shook his head and said worriedly, "In fact, Langzhou, I had this feeling two days ago, but I didn't tell you because I was worried that I was overthinking it."

"Have you checked the surveillance at the property management?" Lu Langzhou frowned and gave her advice.

"No," Tang Sijia smiled, "There must be a reason to check the surveillance. You can't tell the property management. It's your intuition, right?"

Lu Langzhou lowered his eyes and pondered for a few seconds: "It's possible that someone saw you often going in and out alone and thought you lived alone."

At this point, he thought of something: "Sijia, I remember that there is a house for rent on the 21st floor of your building, right?"

Tang Sijia nodded: "There is a rental notice posted downstairs."

Lu Langzhou breathed a sigh of relief: "When I finish the case on hand, it happens that the lease here is about to expire, so I'll move there."

"But this place is a lot farther from your law firm..."

"At most, I can sleep half an hour less every day," Lu Langzhou smiled, "Besides, lawyers always need to run around, and they don't have to go back to the law firm to punch in regularly, so it doesn't matter where you live."

Tang Sijia was vaguely persuaded by him, but still felt that he had troubled the other party.

"We just got married and we are separated so far away. It's already sad. Don't you want to be closer?" Lu Langzhou rarely joked with her.

Tang Sijia's ears were slightly hot, and he did not refuse again: "Then I'll leave the landlord's phone number."

"Okay," Lu Langzhou responded lightly, and then a little light appeared in his eyes, and he apologized, "Sijia, I have a lot of cases these two days, so I may not have much time to accompany you. After I finish this, when my professional reputation is established and I make money, I can live in our own home."

Tang Sijia looked at the hopeful light in his eyes, paused, and smiled quietly: "Don't be too tired, and don't have to take time out to accompany me."

"It's good for us to be busy with our own things like this while video chatting."

Lu Langzhou was moved and said: "Sometimes I really feel like I'm dreaming, Sijia, I'm actually dating you."

"Not only dating, but also getting a marriage certificate," Tang Sijia teased, "Do you want to take out the certificate and put it next to your pillow?"

"I think it's okay." Lu Langzhou nodded seriously, and then laughed heartily.

The two talked about their work again. Tang Sijia's cod wontons were already out of the pot, so they had to cut off the video first.

Perhaps influenced by Lu Langzhou, Tang Sijia read "Dream" over and over again after dinner. This time, she actually had a new idea for adaptation, and hurriedly recorded it.

After work the next day, Tang Sijia sorted out the new ideas from last night and sent them to Song He.

This time, the other party replied quickly: [I knew that someone would find this little easter egg I buried! ]

[Sister, it would be great if you could convince my eldest brother [disappointed]]

Song He's words were undoubtedly a great encouragement to her. Tang Sijia didn't even have time to order lunch, so she went to find Manager Sun to ask if there was any contact information or address for Song Xiuren, or how to make an appointment.

After all, Song He almost obeyed his eldest brother's words.

Song Xiuren was a complete workaholic. Usually, only when Song He got into trouble or someone approached Song He with unknown intentions, he would put down his work for a short time and go home to see his "children".

It can be said that there are only two things in his life: work and his younger brother.

Manager Sun sighed, "There is no contact information, and the appointment method is useless. As far as I know, Mr. Song hates it most when someone disturbs him for personal matters during work hours."

"But I have heard about the address from people in the same community, but it is useless to give it to you. The security where Mr. Song lives is very strict, and the property manager will not let strangers in easily."

Tang Sijia was depressed and asked casually, "Which community?"

"Rongfu Building C, 17th floor."

Tang Sijia looked up in surprise.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Tang Sijia shook his head, "I think I might... be able to get in."

"Of course it would be best if you can get in," Manager Sun waved his hand without hope, "Hans's pressure on Nanshan has caused other short drama projects to be greatly affected, not to mention other long dramas, you try first." "

Oh, by the way, if you are caught, you can contact me to rescue him."

Tang Sijia was silent, thanked him with a complicated expression, and walked out the door.

With Song He as the "middleman", Tang Sijia soon learned that Song Xiuren had been negotiating a big project during this period, and was busy day and night, and would probably finish work on Friday.

On Friday, Tang Sijia made all preparations. She took her marriage certificate and the documents related to "Dream" and took a taxi to Rong Mansion.

Perhaps the housekeeper was impressed by the way she and Lu Langzhou handled the water leakage last time. This time, without waiting for her to say anything, the housekeeper greeted her with a smile and let her go.

Tang Sijia followed what Manager Sun said and found Building C. She had no elevator access and could only climb the stairs one floor at a time.

Fortunately, the stairwell on the 17th floor was not locked. Tang Sijia stood breathlessly in front of the tall double metal door, calmed her breath, and then mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell.

There was no movement inside.

Tang Sijia waited for a while and rang it again.

It was still empty.

Tang Sijia opened WeChat, and Song He assured her that he had just talked to Song Xiuren on the phone in the morning. He was indeed at home, but his voice was a little depressed.

Tang Sijia was about to ring the doorbell again, but the door was opened from the inside. A man in black silk pajamas stood behind the door, frowning and speaking in a hoarse voice: "The medicine is in..."

The voice stopped abruptly when he saw Tang Sijia. Song Xiuren lowered his eyes and said after a while: "It's you? How did you find this place?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the half-open door of the stairwell, with a little more vague surprise in his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Song," Tang Sijia always felt nervous when facing Song Xiuren for some reason. "I think you may have misunderstood me a few times before. I really want to buy the copyright of Song He's "Dream". I hope you can take a look at my plan before making a decision."

After speaking, Tang Sijia handed him the document.

The person opposite did not move for a long time, and there was a dead silence.

Tang Sijia raised his head in confusion and was slightly startled.

Song Xiuren's face was extremely pale, his thin lips were unusually red, his eyes were not as sparse as before, but more misty and hazy. He pinched his eyebrows with his slender fingers and shook his head vigorously.

"Mr. Song?" Tang Sijia called him hesitantly.

Song Xiuren raised his head and squinted his eyes as if trying to recognize the person, but the next second, his eyes suddenly darkened and he had lost consciousness.

Tang Sijia was startled when she saw the man suddenly falling to the ground. She hurried forward to grab his arm to prevent him from falling headfirst. Then she realized that the man under her hands had skin that was burning hot.

"Mr. Song? Mr. Song?" Tang Sijia called a few more times, but he didn't respond. After a moment of silence, she sighed helplessly.

After slowly putting the man on the ground, Tang Sijia originally planned to stand up with the support of his arm, but he looked like the kind of person who could work and exercise at the same time. His tall figure pressed on her like a small mountain.

Tang Sijia let go of her hand in frustration, and after a while, she stood in front of his head, put her hands through his armpits from below, and dragged him towards the sofa in the living room little by little.

Finally, she moved the man to the sofa, and Tang Sijia calmed down her breathing. Looking at the unconscious man, she kept hesitating between leaving and staying.

Finally, after hearing the man murmur "No need to tell Song He", he sighed again and whispered: "I hope Mr. Song will take me seriously as Song He's partner this time."

The original apartment of the large flat in Rong Mansion is very similar. Tang Sijia successfully found the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and was surprised when he saw the neatly arranged glass bottles of mineral water. He then took out a bottle, wet a towel, and applied it to his forehead.

The people in the housekeeping center quickly delivered the medicine in person. Tang Sijia couldn't find the water dispenser, and didn't know whether Song Xiuren installed a hidden one. He only found some brand new tableware.

He took out the casserole for cooking porridge, boiled some hot water, and after it cooled down, he took it to the coffee table together with the medicine.

Song Xiuren still closed his eyes tightly, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about. His eyelids trembled rapidly.

Tang Sijia called him a few more times, and seeing that he had no response, he simply learned to feed him medicine like his parents did when he was a child. He crushed the medicine, melted it in the warm water on the spoon, opened his chin, and was about to pour it in.

With a slight "snap" sound, the man's big hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Tang Sijia was so shocked that she almost cried out. After she reacted, she hurriedly said, "Mr. Song, are you awake?"

Song Xiuren's eyelashes moved twice, and he opened his eyes in a daze, only to see a figure against the light looking at him in surprise.

He couldn't see her face clearly, but could only see the halo around her.

"Mr. Song, you just fainted, the housekeeper brought the medicine..."

"Very noisy." Song Xiuren frowned, murmured in a low voice, let go of his hand, and closed his eyes again.

Tang Sijia was quiet for a moment. This time, his men couldn't help but use a little force and directly poured the spoonful of medicine that looked extremely bitter into her.

"Cough..." Song Xiuren seemed to be choked and coughed softly. Later, his consciousness gradually returned and he suddenly opened his eyes.

His sight moved from the spoon with medicine residue in front of him to the hand holding the spoon, then to the arm, and the face of the woman in front of him.

This time, he finally saw her face clearly.

Song Xiuren sat up and the cold towel fell to him. He paused for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Tang Sijia with a frown: "Why are you here?"

Tang Sijia breathed a sigh of relief: "You fainted, I was afraid that something happened to you, so I gave you medicine."

Song Xiuren rubbed his eyebrows and gradually recalled the scene just now: "You helped me here?"

Tang Sijia remembered the embarrassing scene of dragging him around just now, pursed his lips, and nodded halfway.

"Thank you," Song Xiuren said politely, "but this can't change..."

"Mr. Song," Tang Sijia mustered up the courage to interrupt him, "You have made decisions for Song He privately. Have you ever thought about his true wishes? Does he want to be protected under your wings like this forever? Does he want to live in a greenhouse without wind and rain?"

Song Xiuren's expression gradually calmed down. He looked at her and said calmly for a long time: "Do you know what happened when I wanted him to interact with others like a normal person last time?"

Tang Sijia thought of what Song He had said to her before: "Is he missing?"

"He told you everything," Song Xiuren chuckled, folded the wet towel and put it on the coffee table, "He thought he was missing, but it was actually a kidnapping."

Tang Sijia was surprised.

"Since birth, he was much simpler than ordinary people. When he was fourteen, I discovered his sensitivity to words and began to find a teacher to train him. Later, he wrote many stories, but every time someone liked him for utilitarian reasons, it was a big blow to him."

"The development of the phantom was rapid. I was busy every day. Someone had bad intentions. In order to prevent a cooperation case, they 'took' Song He over and trapped him for 12 hours."

"Miss Tang, do you think I should be more vigilant?"

Tang Sijia didn't expect the truth of the matter to be like this. She stood there in a daze without answering.

Song Xiuren got up and walked to the kitchen, took out a bottle of ice water, and was about to turn back, but when he saw the casserole still steaming on the gas stove, he paused, and then returned to the living room, put the remaining medicine into his mouth, and swallowed it with ice water.

"Miss Tang..." Song Xiuren wanted to say something.

"Mr. Song, have you ever thought about what Song He thinks?" Tang Sijia's tone softened a lot. "Why did he choose to sell the copyright after being hit again and again?"

Song Xiuren frowned slightly, obviously he hadn't thought about this.

"I said that if I could get the copyright, I wanted to hire Song He as the screenwriter consultant for "Dream". The first question Song He asked me was 'Do you have money?'" Tang Sijia said quietly.

Song Xiuren looked at her: "I have never been harsh on him in terms of money."

"He wants to help you share the burden," Tang Sijia thought of Song He's mood at the time, and a sigh overflowed from her heart. "Although he didn't say that, he probably always felt that he was a burden to you, so he was afraid that you would be angry and didn't dare to disobey you."

"But in his heart, he misses you very much. His most respected elder brother can treat him equally, and he also hopes to help you share some of the burden so that you can be less tired."

Song Xiuren suddenly fell silent.

Tang Sijia stood up straight: "Mr. Song, I like the work "Dream" very much, and I also want to do this project well. It has nothing to do with anyone."

Song Xiuren's pupils moved and looked at the woman in front of him.

He suddenly remembered the first time he saw her, three years ago.

At that time, the market value of Phantom Technology hit a new high, and he got the invitation to the Hansi Group's charity dinner for the first time.

The people inside were high and mighty, and no one could see a man who had just made a fortune.

On the outdoor terrace, he saw a girl who secretly took several plates of dessert.

She ate very quietly, taking small bites, not rudely, but quickly. It didn't take long for her to finish the dessert, leaving only a small pile of empty plates.

There were no waiters on the terrace, and it seemed that she was embarrassed to go back alone with a pile of empty plates. She wanted to find someone familiar to help her share the burden, and turned around and saw him.

She hesitated for a long time before carefully asking him if he could help her bring three empty plates back to the dinner, and then she changed it to two for fear that he would refuse.

Song Xiuren helped.

The intersection between the two was limited to this.

Later, Phantom began to grow, and he was no longer a side figure at the dinner, and he didn't pay attention to her again.

Until not long ago, when he saw her next to Song He, he was disappointed.

The girl who had never flattered anyone at the banquet full of dignitaries had now become the same as those women who deliberately tried to please Song He in order to get close to him.

At this time, she said that she really liked Song He's work.

Tang Sijia saw that Song Xiuren was just staring at her and didn't say anything, and her heart gradually sank: "Sorry, I bother you."

She nodded quietly and turned to walk towards the door.

"Leave the plan for a while." The moment the door touched the door handle, the man's voice came from behind.

Tang Sijia's figure froze, and then her eyes overflowed with some unexpected surprise. She turned around and put the folder back on the coffee table: "Thank you, Mr. Song."

After thanking her seriously, Tang Sijia walked out quickly.

When she walked out of the community, the housekeeper smiled and greeted her: "Miss Tang, take care."

Tang Sijia smiled back in a good mood.

She was confident that the plan that could impress even the original author would make Song Xiuren see her sincerity.

When she walked out of the door, Tang Sijia saw the marriage certificate in her bag, and then she remembered with regret that she forgot to mention her married status.

This should be able to better dispel Mr. Song's doubts.

Maybe next time.

Tang Sijia quickly comforted herself. Since Song Xiuren asked for her documents, he must have intentions. For such formal cooperation, the agreement or refusal must be done in person.

Thinking of this, Tang Sijia felt relieved. She took out her mobile phone and found that Lu Langzhou had sent her a message ten minutes ago, saying that he was handling a medical dispute on behalf of a luxury private hospital called Baisi, and it would be over at around 5:30. They could meet the landlord on the 21st floor of her building together.

Tang Sijia looked at the time. There were still fifteen minutes before the end of work, and it would take about an hour to return to the company, so she reported the good news of the afternoon to Manager Sun.

Manager Sun was really happy and waved his hand to allow her to leave work as she was.

Tang Sijia's heart became more open. Thinking that this place was not far from Baisi Hospital, she simply sent a message to Lu Langzhou: [I'm nearby, I'll find you to leave work together? ]

Lu Langzhou quickly replied "OK".

Tang Sijia put down her phone and suddenly felt that today was the happiest day of her month.

*

Bai Si High-end Private Hospital is a complex hospital consisting of four-story villa-style buildings.

On the top floor of the office building where meetings are held, Shi Chuan stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the artificial beauty outside, but what he saw was gray and white.

Shi Chuan withdrew his gaze in boredom.

The dean and the legal team of Bai Si were still carefully looking at the cooperation contract with the medical AI startup company, whispering to each other from time to time, and the more they looked, the more excited they became.

After an unknown period of time, the dean stood up and took the initiative to extend his hand to Shi Chuan: "Mr. Shi, happy cooperation."

Shi Chuan was not surprised. In order to be able to move back to Beijing, he had prepared this contract for a full two months. Now, he finally gave Jiang Huaian a satisfactory answer.

And his condition was just a small media company.

When Shi Chuan walked out of the meeting room with the contract, his cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone, and the bodyguard sent her a photo. In the photo, Tang Sijia stood quietly at the door of Rong Mansion, with a vivid look of annoyance on his face.

After a little thought, Shi Chuan figured out the whole story.

Song Xiuren's private residence is in Rong Mansion. If she wants to get the authorization for Song He's work, she must first ask Song Xiuren for his approval.

I guess it won't go smoothly.

Shi Chuan gently stroked the eyebrows of the woman in the photo.

Come to think of it, Song Xiuren and he have some friendship.

Song Xiuren once studied at Boston University, not far from MIT. Both of them are eye-catching Asian faces. The year he graduated, he enrolled in school, and the two had met briefly.

He was very interested in the game developed by Song Xiuren, and took advantage of the early stage of his business at that time to invest 10%.

Shi Chuan came back to his senses and looked at the photo on his mobile phone intently.

Soon, he can give her a Nanshan Media that is no longer shackled by others.

Soon.

This is what the man surnamed Lu cannot give her.

In addition, he can also give her what she wants, the authorization document of Song He.

By then, he will prepare everything and then present it to her...

The elevator door opened with a "ding" sound. Shi Chuan thought about the woman's happy expression, and his depressed heart for months was briefly relaxed. But the next second, when he turned the corner, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Behind the clean and flawless glass door, in a gray and white scene, a bright moon-white figure suddenly broke into his sight.

The clouds in the sky were like a prancing puppy. Perhaps the weather suddenly warmed up today. The woman outside the door was holding a coat without wearing it. Her light apricot sweater and moon-white long skirt fluttered in the wind, and her slightly curly long hair raised a few strands of hair.

Everything lost its color, only she was colorful.

The wind swept her fragrance over, and he seemed to smell the familiar mint lily scent.

Shi Chuan's heart trembled violently, and he could not tell whether it was excitement or something else.

At this moment, all the psychological construction he had done before about "getting everything ready to see her again" collapsed, and there was only one thought in his mind:

he missed her.

He wanted to walk up to her, hold her hand, and hug her, as he did before.

He wanted to kiss the corners of her smiling lips. He

wanted her to still love him as before.

He wanted her to see him now.

He could no longer bear to be in the same city with her, but he still had to control his feelings.

"Mr. Shi?" The assistant beside him called him in confusion.

The woman outside the door heard the noise and turned around in confusion to look over here.

Then, the smile on her lips faded a little bit, and the blood color on her face seemed to be taken away in an instant, becoming pale and thin, like a piece of white paper that could be penetrated with a poke.

She was staring at the unfamiliar blue eyes in his eyes.

A gust of wind blew, and she took two steps back to avoid the wind blowing behind him.

Through a door, Shi Chuan looked at her quietly, and for a long time, he walked towards her step by step.

With every step, he tried his best to restrain the trembling of his heart and fingers, and the constant clamor of his boiling blood.

He knew that Jiang Huaian had issued the final target for Nanshan Media, and if it failed to meet it, it would face the risk of bankruptcy.

Maybe she took the initiative to appear in front of him for Nanshan Media, maybe for the contract with Song He, or maybe for other reasons.

Just like him pretending to be a weak person.

But she still came.

This was the sense of security that the man surnamed Lu could not give her.

He guessed her mood at the moment, thinking about what he should say to her at this time to manipulate this relationship and return to the past as quickly as possible.

He couldn't pretend that nothing had happened and call her "sister", she would definitely be angry.

He also couldn't call her "Sijia" affectionately, because she would definitely think that he was frivolous and ignored those deceptions.

So, the moment he walked in front of her, he heard his tense and stiff voice: "Ms. Tang, long time no see."

But the next second after he finished speaking, he saw the woman took a few steps back as if she was frightened, and didn't get entangled with his breath.

Shi Chuan's expression froze, his eyes were dark, and he stood there motionless.

Then, he saw the woman slightly curled the corners of her lips, and smiled in his direction as before.

As if the dark willows and flowers were bright, Shi Chuan stared at her familiar smile intently, and his voice was as light as a murmur: "Sister..."

"Langzhou!" Before he finished speaking, the woman gently called out another name, walked around him, trotted away from him, and walked behind him.

Shi Chuan stood there stiffly for a long time, and turned around.

Tang Sijia intimately held the arm of the man surnamed Lu, with a peaceful and beautiful smile.

They walked over together.

She seemed to have just seen him, stopped two meters away from him, and smiled apologetically.

"Mr. Shi, I'm here to pick up my husband." She said.