A black taxi slowly stopped in front of the restaurant.

The driver in uniform got out of the car and trotted, walked around half of the car body, and used his white hands to help Zhang Yiman open the rear door.

Zhang Yiman got into the car, the door was carefully closed, and she lowered the window.

Zhang Yaohui tilted on the window and said, "Then Dad will leave first, you and Lin Qin have fun."

"I know!" Zhang Yiman waved.

"Be careful when you are recognized on the road. Don't panic if you can't leave. If you can't leave, call..." Zhang Yaohui was halfway through, pondering for a moment, and said, "Forget it, I'll let Xiao Chen stay and follow you."

"No need, Dad!" Zhang Yiman waved his hand vigorously.

"If you have any questions, remember to find the police. When playing, take beautiful photos and send them to your father. And..."

"Okay, dad, please leave quickly! It's too late to fly!" Zhang Yiman pushed her father's head and was about to rush out.

Zhang Yaohui took a moment later, asked the driver to send his daughter to the destination in cherry blossom language, and drove carefully on the way.

The driver immediately turned to bow, almost holding his head to the passenger seat cushion, saying that he would definitely send Ling Qianjin to his destination safely.

Zhang Yaohui stood up straight and waved to his daughter with a smile.

The car started slowly.

Zhang Yiman said goodbye to his father with a bright smile, and even turned around and watched his father's figure grow smaller and smaller through the rear window of the car until he was completely invisible.

"I have a good relationship with my dad~" The driver smiled and sighed in Chinese language, which is not standard but fluent.

Zhang Yiman showed a honest and simple smile, then took out a small note from his pocket and handed it to the driver: "Go here."

driver:"……"

The driver leaned over and took the note, then drove the car silently. He didn't say anything again.

Zhang Yiman picked up the phone and said happily: "Uncle! I just finished lunch with my father, and I'm here now~!"

"Enter from the intersection, under the sign in front, right? OK!"

"Is the phone almost out of power? Then why don't we find a place to charge it first? Oh, it's not the one to charge it!~ I'm charging your phone!... Ah, yes, I have a power bank in my bag! OK, OK."

"Okay, wait for me!" Zhang Yiman hung up the phone, chuckled his fingers, looked at the winter scene outside the window, but hummed the cheerful "Summer" in his heart.

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[Aidu] has been one of the world's five major records for a long time. The pattern of the record industry has basically been fixed, and it is difficult to make any major changes. The previous CEO wanted to extend his tentacles to the idol field and be a fan economy, but the results were very little. He had connections, resources, and money, but even an idol could not be praised. He was pushed to the point of being popular. [Blue Whale] and [Staryan] were defeated and took back his tentacles in shame.

After Zhang Yaohui became the helmsman of the company, what he wanted to do was not only to consolidate [Aidu]'s position in the record industry. He also wanted to lead the company to gain more market value and leave his personal mark in the company.

Entering the film and television industry is Zhang Yaohui's goal.

"The people from Huaya Pictures have booked a restaurant at the Huade Hotel."

"Um."

"The chairman of Donghai Films invites you to attend a wine party in the evening."

"Say I'm not available."

The secretary held the tablet and reported on his afternoon trip.

This time, Zhang Yaohui went to Beijing to close the network based on the inspection in the previous few months. The ones that should be acquired have been determined to acquire, and those that should be purchased will buy shares and buy shares. Several other executives of the film industry have also reached an agreement and can dig them up at any time. Various things will make Zhang Yaohui want to stay and celebrate his daughter’s birthday, but he can only go to work.

Although he became more idle than before, as Zhang Yiman said after his promotion, he couldn't push it off when he was busy. When he arrived at the position of CEO, some businesses were easy and simple, but Zhang Yaohui had to go out, because now Zhang Yaohui represents the company and is irreplaceable.

Zhang Yaohui's ambitions are not strong, and the reason why he strives to be the best can be said to be because of his daughter.

If Zhang Yiman is just a young singer who debuts according to his interests, then he will be almost the same as a director. With money and time, he will raise a dog at home, accompany his daughter, and occasionally help his daughter promote cooperation with other artists, he will be very happy.

However, his daughter has a strong talent in music. God is born to sing and is naturally a singing material, so she is obviously walking towards the Queen of Heaven. Zhang Yaohui knew that his daughter was enjoying singing, so he could not say, "Daughter, don't sing so well, otherwise it's time for the day." Therefore, in order to continue to shelter her daughter from the wind and rain, she cut off the dirty tricks and quarrels in the circle and let her daughter sing peacefully. He could only walk up with her daughter and climb up with her.

The secretary's report was over, and a moment of silence appeared in the car.

Zhang Yaohui suddenly told the secretary: "Now I talk about work with Xiaoman, she no longer calls her bored. When I was having dinner, I also talked to me about economics."

When Zhang Yaohui said this, his tone could not help but show off.

The secretary smiled and sighed, "Xiaoman has grown up."

The secretary has been working with Zhang Yaohui for ten years and knows what this matter means.

"Yes, Xiaoman has grown up." Zhang Yaohui said.

Zhang Yaohui knew what the change of his daughter was.

To a certain extent, it was Han Jue's influence on his daughter, making her daughter better.

Zhang Yaohui could also feel that Han Jue also cherished Xiaoman and was careful not to let her be harmed by the outside world.

It's just a pity.

What a pity Han Jue. What a pity they are.

If Han Jue had no concerns that he would not dare to entrust, Han Jue would be a good son-in-law.

After hearing from my daughter that he has called her daughter less and less recently, and the contact between the two has become less and less. While Zhang Yaohui breathed a sigh of relief, he was also a little disappointed that he was unwilling to admit it.

Is this retreating?

Do you only like this?

Zhang Yaohui asked the secretary: "Where is Han Jue now?"

"Han Jue Studio posted his photos. The latest update was posted an hour ago, and he watched the exhibition at the Small Metropolitan Museum. Another article was that Han Jue was picking books in a bookstore, holding a collection of poems by John Dundonne."

Zhang Yaohui thought for a moment and thought: "Oh, that poet who has to secretly get married."

The secretary admires Zhang Yaohui's erudition.

Zhang Yaohui said: "He married a seventeen-year-old girl when he was about thirty, and his career was completely ruined. So, if..."

"careful!"

"Bang!"

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"It's right in front." The driver of the taxi glanced at the back row through the rearview mirror.

Zhang Yiman said thank you to the driver in Chinese and Sakura languages, which gave the driver a shy smile.

Zhang Yiman took out the mirror and finally checked her mask and dress. Especially after confirming that her red hair was hidden in her knitted hat, she then took a canvas bag and jumped out of the car with excitement. Although she knew that Han Jue and others were not outside, she couldn't help but look for Han Jue.

When I thought of seeing Han Jue soon, my fingers played the song on my shoulder bag.

[What should I do later? Let’s eat something first. I left my stomach at noon and didn’t eat enough, so I planned to wait and go to eat something with my uncle. Oh, I didn’t bring the guitar, otherwise I could sing to the uncle when I went to the park to play. Unfortunately, it was not spring, otherwise it would look great when the cherry blossoms bloom...]

Arrived at the place.

"Guest..." The driver stopped at the parking area on the side of the road and turned his head.

Zhang Yiman's tightly clasped mobile phone and made a slight sound.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz

Zhang Yiman originally wanted to get out of the car and answer the phone, but when he saw that the driver had stopped the words behind him, he smiled and signaled that he could wait for Zhang Yiman to finish the phone before talking. Zhang Yiman bowed slightly and quickly answered the phone.

"Hey?" Zhang Yiman was wearing a mask and spoke in a muffled voice, as if passing through a floor of doors.

The person opposite the phone was a woman, speaking in a calm and gentle tone.

The other party spoke in the Sakura Chinese language, but Zhang Yiman couldn't understand, "Ah, I'm sorry, I can't understand."

Just as she wanted to ask the driver to help her translate, there was a rustling sound on the opposite side. A few seconds later, a young man came over to speak. He repeated the words just in Chinese: "Hello, this is Shuntiantang Hospital affiliated to Shuntiantang University! Are you Mr. Zhang Yaohui's daughter?"

"Ah, right, right, I am his daughter, what's wrong with him?"

"Ling Zun is in a car accident and is undergoing first aid. The emergency contact number on his mobile phone shows your number, so he took the liberty to call you. May I ask you now..."

Zhang Yiman held up his cell phone, opened his mouth slightly, and fell into childhood in an instant.

The white walls, white sheets, and blue bed curtains. The sunlight shines in very sufficiently, but it is always covered with dust. The air is mixed with the smell of disinfectant and urine, the sound of coughing, conversation and the nurse's hurrying footsteps are always intertwined.

Regarding the earliest memories in life, Zhang Yiman could remember until he was four years old.

Mom appeared in the fragments of memory that could not distinguish between time.

If she didn't watch the video at that time, she wouldn't remember clearly. She only remembered that her mother's head was shiny, she was very thin and looked small. If her mother's students came to visit her, her mother would wear a hat.

In Zhang Yiman's memory, she once went to see her mother and told her what happened in kindergarten. Who wants to marry her as her wife, and who wants to be her boyfriend.

My mother just listened happily and didn't speak. She kept crying as she listened.

She didn't know anything at that time and thought her mother was in pain, so she came to her dry hands and gently blew the needle holes on it that were infusion, saying that it would not hurt or not.

Mom just laughed.

Then she laughed with confidence and wiped away her mother's tears.

"You have to find your boyfriend and husband."

"I'm looking for someone like dad!"

Mom chuckled: "Your dad was not very good when he was young."
To be continued...