Song Tianming had an impression of Zhou Lang. He remembered clearly that when he was moving a while ago, Xiao Zhou came to help early in the morning with people from the moving company. He was enthusiastic and reliable.

At that time, Song Tianming also learned that this person was working as an assistant to the president, with a good annual salary and a good car.

Therefore, Song Tianming had a very good impression of Zhou Lang.

Song Tianming believed from the bottom of his heart that Zhou Lang was chasing his daughter, otherwise who would help him for no reason?

After leaving the ward, Song Tianming only saw Zhou Lang at a glance, and did not notice the two men at odds next to him. After greeting Zhou Lang, he asked: "Xiao Zhou, have you seen Miss Mi? You have to ask her doctor.

What should I do?"

"Uncle Song, don't worry." Zhou Lang said, "I have contacted a well-known professor of neurology in Germany and sent a private plane to pick him up. He will arrive in Ducheng tomorrow."

"..."

Song Tianming was stunned when he heard this. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

Private jet?

He is also a well-known professor of neurology in Germany.

It can be seen that Xiao Zhou really likes to find girls. Such a troublesome arrangement made Song Tianming calm down and said hurriedly: "Xiao Zhou, you really took the trouble, thank you, thank you!"

Being thanked so warmly, Zhou Lang scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Uncle Song, you don't have to be polite."

"Hey! How can that be done!"

Song Tianming grabbed Zhou Lang's arm and patted it, "I have to thank you very much. Come to my house when you have time, and I'll ask your aunt to cook some special dishes for you!"

Zhou Lang: "..."

Why does he feel that something is not right?

And it’s not that big of a deal.

At this time, Song Tianming noticed a man standing next to him. He looked over and did not look away for a moment. This man was tall and tall, with a handsome and delicate face, but his cold features made people dare not approach him easily.

His whole body exudes a noble and cool temperament.

Song Tianming stared at it for a while and asked hesitantly: "Xiao Zhou, who is this...?"

Is there a possibility that this is your future son-in-law? Zhou Lang thought so in his heart, but politely introduced him on his face: "Uncle Song, this is Mr. Tan, my boss."

Finally, Zhou Lang added: "The private jet and the German professor are all discussing the overall arrangement."

Hearing this, Song Tianming felt a surge of emotion in his heart, and said meaningfully: "Don't worry, Xiao Zhou, uncle, I will put in a good word for you in front of Miss Mi."

"...?"

Zhou Lang's mind raced rapidly for two seconds before he realized that Song Mi's father might have misunderstood something. He glanced at the calm boss with fear, and hurriedly explained: "Uncle Song, it was all arranged by the general manager!"

Song Tianming also nodded along with the words: "I know, in order to find a girl, you even invited the boss to help. You are a good boy."

Zhou Lang: "?"

At this time, Tan Xize, who had been standing by and said nothing, suddenly spoke calmly: "Zhou Lang."

Zhou Lang said it immediately like a conditioned reflex.

Tan Xize glanced at his watch and said casually: "Go and arrange a single ward."

"Okay."

Zhou Lang fled the scene as if he had been rescued. When passing through the safe passage, he was stopped by Song Mi, "Assistant Zhou, have Mr. Tan finished talking to his brother?"

Zhou Lang said and nodded: "It should be over, Miss Song, your dad is out."

Song Mi was startled: "What!"

Zhou Lang gave her a confirming look.

Song Mi came out of the safe passage and went straight to the ward. Fortunately, she was not far away, and she could see the situation in front of her at a glance. Right in front, Tan Wenzhou's nurse was pushing people away in a wheelchair, and Dr. Xu also came out of the ward.

leave.

At the door of the ward, only her father and Mr. Tan were left.

Song Mi quickened her pace, and she walked over. Before she could speak, Song Tianming waved to her: "Come, let me talk to you."

"..."

Tan Nishizawa has always been a courteous gentleman. As soon as he heard this, he took out his cigarette case and gilt matchbox, turned on his toes, and took a few steps to the side.

He has no habit of prying into other people's conversations.

Tan Xize didn't communicate with Song Mi's father just now. Her father seemed a little afraid of him. He looked at him briefly and then looked away.

Maybe it was because the corridor outside the ward was too quiet, or maybe it was because Song Tianming's voice was not quiet at all, so Tan Xize heard everything he said without missing a word.

Song Tianming's first sentence was: "My daughter, Xiao Zhou is really good. If he is my future son-in-law, I have no objection."

Song Mi: "..."

What is dad talking about?

Her heart was beating fast when she heard it. She glanced at the man a few steps away with a guilty conscience, and found that he was lowering his face and making a gesture of lighting a match in his hand, looking careless and lazy, as if he didn't listen at all.

to what.

The firelight flickered on his face, but the emotion in his eyes was unclear.

"Dad, don't talk nonsense!" Song Mi was afraid that Xi Ze might misunderstand him, so he quickly explained, "I don't like Assistant Zhou, so don't talk nonsense."

"..."

Song Tianming was not happy at first, so he stopped smiling and persuaded earnestly: "What's wrong with Xiao Zhou? He has an annual salary of one million, drives hundreds of thousands of cars, and he's a good-looking person!"

Song Mi: "..."

From the beginning to the end, Tan Xize just listened silently, as if he was a completely aloof bystander, just puffing away at the smoke. It seemed that the only thing he was interested in was the nicotine in tobacco.

He put one hand in his suit trouser pocket, and his handsome features were blurred in the blue-white smoke.

No matter what Song Tianming said, Song Mi always insisted that he didn't like Zhou Lang. In the end, Song Tianming became anxious and asked, "What do you like?"

"..."

Song Mi immediately replied: "I like people who speak English with an accent."

Hearing this sentence, Tan Nishizawa stopped smoking. The cigarette holder was hovering in mid-air, still some distance away from his thin lips.

He didn't smoke any more.

A wisp of white smoke slowly dispersed in all directions.

It was quiet all around.

He thought he could be completely calm, but after hearing her words, he turned his eyes uncontrollably, turned his face sideways, and casually glanced in the direction of her.

So calm and caring.

Song Tianming was confused when he heard this: "Speaks English with an accent?"

"..."

"Is it a foreign dialect?"

Song Mi was amused by her father's description and explained with a smile: "It's just a London accent."

Such an answer made Tan Xize unwilling to smoke the remaining cigarette. He felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He put out the cigarette in the chimney extinguisher set up in the corridor of the hospital.

It feels like peeling off honey, with a subtle yet sweet taste that cannot be ignored.

How could he not understand that she was indirectly confessing her love?

At this time, an old man's faint sound came from the ward.

Song Mi was startled: "Grandma is awake!"

She quickly turned around and ran to the ward, followed closely by Song Tianming.

In the ward.

Grandma had just woken up, and her eyes were still blurry. She only saw two figures rushing towards the bed, followed by two familiar voices. One was calling Mom, and the other was calling Grandma.

Song Mi asked worriedly: "Grandma, does it hurt anywhere?"

Grandma opened her eyes and calmed down for a while. She lay down and tried to move her hands and feet a little, and then she said she didn't feel any pain on her body.

Hearing this, the father and daughter heaved a sigh of relief. After chatting with grandma again, Song Mi remembered that there was someone talking about Xize outside, and she exclaimed: "I almost forgot!"

Song Tianming: "Ah? What's going on?"

Song Mi: "It's okay, Dad, you stay with grandma first, I'll be back later."

Song Tianming said it well.

Song Mi hurried out of the ward. In the corridor, Tan Xize was still standing where she had been smoking. She walked over and said, "Mr. Tan, I'm sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Tan Xize said calmly: "It's okay."

He raised his hand and looked down at his watch: "It's half past twelve. I'll take you to get something to eat."

Song Mi waved his hand: "No, grandma and dad still want to eat."
To be continued...