"It's just business. Please don't blame me, and don't hurt your family ties."

Zhou Jingwei poured a cup of tea for Zhou Lingshan and said in a lazy and smiling tone: "After all, don't we all want the Zhou family to get better and better?"

"Jing Wei, of course I trust you unconditionally. You are Bingquan's only child, that is, my child. You are now full-fledged. How can we, the elders, not be happy for you?" Zhou Lingshan also laughed. Go ahead and follow the good as the flow.

"I wonder what's the purpose of my uncle's special trip here today?" Zhou Jingwei got to the point.

Zhou Lingshan put down the tea cup and said calmly: "Your brother has returned from studying abroad. Can you arrange a casual position for him in the Zhou family?"

The younger brother in Zhou Lingshan's mouth is Zhou Lingshan's own son, Zhou Mo.

Zhou Jingwei's relationship with his cousin was relatively weak, and they had almost no meetings over the years.

In addition, what Zhou Lingshan put forward was a very difficult request.

If it were Zhou Bingquan's previous approach, there is a high probability that he would agree.

Zhou Bingquan pays attention to power checks and balances, and he likes to place various side relatives in the Zhou family so that they can check and balance each other. This is indeed beneficial, as it prevents any one family from becoming dominant and can also stabilize the status of the main family.

However, the disadvantages are also obvious. In recent years, Zhou Bingquan has been coerced by various forces and has made concessions step by step.

Even if the family of my mother, Lin Xuansu, was exterminated in the past, it is difficult to say that it was not because of the pressure of these people.

Zhou Jingwei didn't want to make the same mistake again. He played with the cup in his hand calmly, raised his thin lips slightly, and was about to speak when the cell phone beside him rang.

It's Zhao Hanchen's phone number.

This is very strange. This is the first time that Zhao Hanchen has contacted him in such a long time.

The two of them had completely broken up since Cheng Weiyue's incident. Even the last time they met in Jingxing, they met through their secretaries.

Zhou Jingwei lowered his eyes and looked at the phone display, tapping the armrest of the sofa casually with his fingertips. Finally, he took the phone and walked to a distance to connect it.

"What's up?"

Zhao Hanchen on the other end probably sneered, a very light smile with anger: "Zhou Jingwei, your girlfriend was injured today. I will take her to the hospital. Is that okay?"

The looseness and laziness surrounding Zhou Jingwei froze in an instant.

His eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were tainted with coldness, but he didn't ask anything, he just said: "Can Weiyue still speak?"

"Yes, why not? This ancestor was still choking with me just now, saying that he didn't want me to give it away!" Zhao Hanchen put the phone next to Cheng Weiyue's ear, with a mocking and teasing gesture: "Come on, your man Friend’s phone number, do you have anything to say?”

The mobile phone was placed next to Cheng Weiyue's ear, and she opened her mouth to explain. After all, she was really afraid that Zhou Jingwei would misunderstand her relationship with Zhao Hanchen.

"Jingwei, I..."

Zhou Jingwei felt relieved when he heard her voice. He endured all the negative and unbearable emotions and said in an inaudible voice: "Yueyue, please ask Zhao Hanchen to take you to the hospital now. I will come right away. obedient."

Cheng Weiyue didn't expect Zhou Jingwei to say that.

He is calm and composed, and every word he speaks makes people feel more at ease.

The tip of Cheng Weiyue's nose felt sore and she said "Okay".

The veins on Zhao Hanchen's forehead jumped happily.

He couldn't bear it and hung up the phone.

When I rub my fingertips on the corners of Weiyue's eyes, I feel a slight moist feeling, and my fingertips feel like tears.

Zhao Hanchen just watched silently for a long time, then smiled softly.

He looked at Cheng Weiyue with red eyes: "Cheng Weiyue, you are really cruel."

You are really cruel to be so cruel to me.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Jingwei was listening to the busy tone on the phone, not even thinking about giving in to Zhou Lingshan.

I saw Zhou Jingwei taking the suit jacket on the side, lifting his legs and walking out.

Zhou Lingshan was stunned, then stood up and stopped him, his face a little ugly: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting," Zhou Jingwei was unusually impatient. He smiled coldly and said, "Uncle, you just said that your son wants to find a casual job in the Zhou family, right?"

Zhou Lingshan's face turned serious: "Is there any problem?"

"You really think highly of your son's qualifications. What kind of job can a fool who is almost thirty and hasn't obtained an Ivy League master's degree do in the Zhou family?" Zhou Jingwei's tone was full of venom, and he said without concealing it: "What's more, Zhou I don’t have a job, I don’t have a living.”

"Zhou Jingwei! You!" Zhou Lingshan's face twisted instantly. He looked at Zhou Jingwei angrily and said with unsteady breath, "You actually talk to me like this. Do you still have any sense of superiority in your eyes?"

"It's so funny. When did I ever take this kind of thing seriously?" Zhou Jingwei lowered his eyebrows and spoke in a cold tone.

After he finished speaking, he walked out quickly regardless of Zhou Lingshan's reaction.

At the door, Chen Yi'an has been waiting.

When he saw that the person who came out was Zhou Jingwei, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Mr. Zhou, what's inside..."

"I'm in a hurry, stop him."

"But..." Chen Yian said with a mournful face: "That's Zhou Lingshan inside..."

How many of the respected old men in the Zhou family have the guts to stop him?

"Then lock him inside. Do you want me to teach you what to do?"

That night, Zhou Lingshan was locked in the office by Zhou Jingwei's secretary Chen Yi'an, which alarmed Zhou Bingquan in the middle of the night.

By the time Zhou Bingquan's accountability call came to Zhou Jingwei's mobile phone, the latter had already driven half the distance according to the location sent by Zhao Hanchen.

There were no cars on the suburban road late at night, and the Cullinan's performance was maximized, reaching the threshold of speed.

"Zhou Jingwei, do you still think of me as your father? You locked Zhou Lingshan in the office, how do you want others to think of you!" Zhou Bingquan was furious: "I asked you to handle it well, and this is how you handle it?"

"Something happened to Weiyue." Zhou Jingwei interrupted Zhou Bingquan's question with one sentence.

Zhou Bingquan fell silent for a moment. After a moment, he asked: "What kind of injury is it? Is it serious?"

"My arm was scratched." Zhou Jing said simply and concisely.

Zhou Bingquan's blood pressure suddenly went up again, and his voice began to rise again: "My arm was scratched, why are you in such a hurry! Zhou Jingwei, can you be more sensible? You have to know that you are now..."

"Dad," Zhou Jingwei interrupted Zhou Bingquan: "I'm driving, the speed is 200."

He spoke calmly, but Zhou Bingquan immediately fell silent.

Soon, the call was hung up.

Zhou Jingwei pursed his lips into a straight line, his anxiety spreading.

He didn't dare to contact Cheng Weiyue, fearing that hearing her voice would make him even more confused.

It’s just that the feeling of panic is hard to control, it’s so real.
Chapter completed!