The two hurried to Jiang Zhihan's private hospital.

It's already past eight o'clock in the evening, and there are only a few staff on duty at the hospital.

"Mr. Jiang——"

Just as they were about to say hello, Jiang Zhihan interrupted, "Where is Dr. Liu?"

"Liu, Dr. Liu is in Ward 203. I heard that Mr. Song woke up, and Dr. Liu came to the hospital not long ago..."

Hearing this, Song Qingyou went straight upstairs.

Jiang Zhihan also followed.

The two people in the hospital lobby looked at each other.

"That Mr. Song, it turns out he has a father-daughter relationship with Song Qingyou?"

"Except for a few people from nearby, this hospital hardly accepts anyone with serious illness. What is the relationship between Sister You and Mr. Jiang?"

"Maybe they're a couple."

"If you really... think about it carefully, they are a perfect match. I will respect this pair of CPs for the first time."

"It's a pity that I can't say it out loud. I'll probably have to choke myself to death."

"Don't do anything stupid. Your job will be gone before the news is leaked!"

"Don't worry, I know the seriousness of it, and I won't say it even if I hold myself to death."

The two of them murmured together for a long time, and directly agreed that the relationship between Song Qingyou and Jiang Zhihan was extraordinary.

Also thinking of going with them was Song Xingye.

After he woke up, he immediately asked about Song Qingyou. When he learned that his daughter was still fine and that she would be arriving soon, Song Xingye was greatly relieved.

But he didn't expect that Qingyou didn't come alone, there was a young man following behind him!

Dr. Liu, who was staying in the ward, saw his boss coming, nodded and left quietly.

Song Xingye glanced at Jiang Zhihan from the corner of his eyes from time to time. He didn't know what expression to put on. He hesitated for two seconds before shouting:

"Qingyou."

"dad."

Song Qingyou wiped the corners of her eyes and quickly sat by the bed, completely ignoring the person following behind her.

Of course Jiang Zhihan doesn't mind.

This was the first time he met Song Qingyou's adoptive father, so he couldn't speak out rashly.

The Song family used to be engaged in logistics, and Song Xingye was also a serious businessman, but his temperament was gentle and elegant, more like an academic researcher.

Song Xingye put his hand on his daughter's shoulder and patted her. After a few words of comfort, he looked at Jiang Zhihan.

"Qingyou, this is——"

Song Qingyou sat up straight and turned around to introduce, "Dad, this is Jiang Zhihan, Mr. Jiang. This is Mr. Jiang's private hospital. Thanks to Mr. Jiang, you can wake up!"

"River?"

In the Beijing business circle, Song Xingye only knew one family named Jiang.

That is definitely something the Song family cannot afford to offend.

Song Qingyou replied: "Jiang Yuan Group."

"It turns out to be Mr. Jiang." Song Xingye nodded with a smile, "I'm so sorry, the first time I met you, you looked like this..."

Because he had been lying down for too long, Song Xingye's body could not move freely, and he could not stand up to say hello.

Jiang Zhihan said gently: "Mr. Song, don't worry."

Seeing Song Xingye's alert eyes, he also knew that now was not the time to chat, so he took the initiative to leave the ward.

Song Qingyou sent him out apologetically, "I——"

"There's no need to apologize." Jiang Zhihan raised his eyebrows slightly, "We're only halfway through today's dinner. If I invite you next time, you can't refuse."

"How could you invite me? I should be the one to invite you."

Now that Song Xingye wakes up, Song Qingyou will only be more grateful to this person.

Jiang Zhihan: "You invite yours, I invite mine, we don't interfere with each other."

Song Qingyou smiled: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

This seemed to be a conniving tone, and it really seemed like he would occasionally choose the food he wanted to eat when he was a Zhizhi. Song Qingyou would always say: 'Okay, I'll listen to you. ’

Jiang Zhihan was in a daze for two seconds. When he came back to his senses, he realized that Song Qingyou had gone back to the ward.

He glanced at the chairs in the corridor and walked over.

At the same time, in the ward.

As soon as Song Qingyou came back, she heard Song Xingye say:

"Qingyou, you just turned 20 this year."

How can you fall in love when you are only 20? !

Song Qingyou blinked, wondering why her father suddenly emphasized her age.

Seeing that she didn't understand what he meant, Song Xingye asked instead:

"The Song family and the Jiang family have almost no interaction. How did you and Mr. Jiang... meet?"

The Song family is bankrupt and has such a huge debt. Is it possible that my daughter just couldn't get over it and sold herself? !

Thinking of this, his face turned pale.

Fortunately, Song Qingyou didn't pay attention and replied calmly: "Mr. Jiang is an investor in my company's projects."

"Company? Qingyou, where did you get the money to start a company?" Song Xingye's heart became heavier and heavier.

When Song Qingyou heard this, she remembered that Song Xingye had been in coma for a long time and didn't know many things, so she told her about her experience of joining an entertainment company as an artist before taking the college entrance examination, and then starting her own company.

Most children subconsciously report good news but not bad news, and Song Qingyou is the same.

She only said that she "accidentally" became popular and then started a company. It sounded like everything was going smoothly, as if she had struck a lucky chord.

But Song Xingye knew that his daughter's journey would definitely not be easy.

His eyes turned red, "It's all my fault that Dad is useless and makes you work so hard. You didn't even go to college and you have to go out to work..."

My adoptive mother had said before that my adoptive father was very emotional in private and cried easily.

Song Qingyou was young and didn't believe it because her father was very powerful in her eyes.

I didn't expect this to be true.

Song Qingyou looked at the half-white-haired man in front of her and shed tears. She felt a little dumbfounded and hurriedly handed over a tissue.

"I'm not working hard," she said. "The company is now on the right track. Most of the debts owed by the Song family have been paid off, leaving only some money that must be paid off in installments."

"Those are all debts owed by dad and have nothing to do with Qingyou..."

Song Xingye is heartbroken now.

My daughter is only 20!

In his eyes, she is still a little girl!

Song Qingyou: "Dad, you really think of me as your biological daughter, so don't say that. Why do we still speak the same language as one family?"

Song Xingye raised his eyes and suddenly smiled, "Qingyou has grown up, and your personality has become much more cheerful. You were not so eloquent before."

In the past, Song Qingyou was also lovable, but not lively enough. She gave the impression that she was well-behaved and sensible, but her character was a bit soft.

It looks much stronger now.

"Does dad think I was better before or now?"

"Everything is fine." Song Xingye said without hesitation, "You are my daughter. How can you be good when you were a child and not be good when you grow up?"

However, if possible, he really hopes that Song Qingyou will remain the same, after all, it proves that Qingyou has never suffered.

"Qingyou, please tell me more about what happened in the past few years."

Song Xingye was so concerned about what happened after he fell into coma.

First, I wanted to know how Song Qingyou has been doing in the past few years.

Secondly, I don’t want to continue to hold my daughter back. Once my body can move, I have to find a way to work and make money.

Afterwards, the father and daughter asked and answered questions in the ward, which was particularly harmonious.

Song Qingyou: I am 20 years old this year

Old father: My daughter is only 2 years old (bushi

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