I sent it on WeChat, but it seemed like a rock sinking into the sea, and I didn't reply for a long time.

It was almost noon and when Song Zhiyuan decided to rent a car, Zhou Qichuan suddenly called.

My mother happened to be chatting with the new nurse. Song Zhiyuan took a breath and left the ward with her cell phone.

"Hey." The phone was answered, and Song Zhiyuan spoke, his voice calm and indifferent.

"Yuan Yuan, aren't you staying with your mother in the sanatorium?" The man's voice was low and matte, and it sounded as good as ever.

Song Zhiyuan listened, for no reason, and couldn't help but burst out and said coldly, "You want to care?"

"Ha!" The man on the other end smiled happily, "Why am I unhappy about you again?"

Why are you unhappy again?

Listening to the man's words, Song Zhiyuan almost wanted to vomit blood.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Without a word of nonsense, she asked directly, "Which 4S store did you send my car to?"

Zhou Qichuan on the other end was lying with his eyes open, "Zhang Mu just called and asked, the car has not been repaired yet. Tell me when I want to use the car. I will ask another car to drive over for you."

At a height of ten thousand meters, Zhang Mu sat opposite him. Looking at his boss's extremely calm and lying, he couldn't help but lower his head and touch his nose guiltily.

What kind of 4S shops are repaired? Zhou Qichuan ordered them to directly scrap Song Zhiyuan's car.

Song Zhiyuan's car was originally a second-hand Volkswagen Pentium, and she has been driving it herself for three years.

Boss Zhou, who has a net worth of tens of millions of yuan, drives a second-hand Volkswagen Pentium. It will really make people laugh at him if he says it.

Song Zhiyuan knew that what Zhou Qichuan said might not be the truth.

However, she didn't need to bother with him such a trivial matter, because it would be useless if she had to care about it.

She calmed down and said calmly, "Okay, before five o'clock in the afternoon, you can ask someone to drive a car to the nursing home."

"Okay." Zhou Qichuan agreed, "Yuan Yuan likes--" "Dududu--"

As a result, before he finished speaking, Song Zhiyuan had already hung up the phone.

Zhou Qichuan held his cell phone, "..."

He frowned, put down his cell phone and asked, "How long will it take to land?"

"It should not exceed four hours." Zhang Mu replied.

After finally returning to the New York headquarters, Zhou Qichuan worked tirelessly and did not sleep for more than five hours in two days. However, in order to come back to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with Song Zhiyuan, he had not finished his work, so he flew back in a hurry.

Zhou Qichuan took a look at the time and ordered, "Please drive my black Land Rover to the airport."

"Okay, boss."

...

Song Zhiyuan slept with her mother in the sanatorium for a nap. When she woke up, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

I agreed to go out for dinner in the afternoon. My mother was very happy. After waking up at noon, she opened the wardrobe, took out several skirts, and asked Song Zhiyuan which one looked good.

She hasn't left the nursing home for several years.

Song Zhiyuan picked a rose-red long skirt for her mother, then tied her hair for her mother, and then carefully put on her delicate and gentle makeup.

My mother was a great beauty when she was young, with a good figure and good skin.

Her father, Song Qingyan, was an orphan and grew up in an orphanage.

My father was admitted to the best university in China through his own efforts.

Perhaps because I suffered too much when I was a child, my father's character is much tougher than ordinary people and his mind is very flexible. Before I graduated from university, I founded my own technology company.

However, at first, most of the funds for starting a company were given by my mother, so the technology company founded by my father had half of the shares of my mother.

Later, after graduating from college, my father's company became better and better, bigger and bigger, and he made more and more money. When my mother had her, she began to become a full-time housewife at home.

In the eyes of Song Zhiyuan and outsiders, their father and mother are really loving. From campus to wedding dress, from poverty to wealth, they are the objects that everyone envies.

Song Zhiyuan remembers that every time Sun Biqiao comes to her house, he will say a lot of words envious of his mother, and he will constantly praise his mother, saying how happy his father and mother are. If his father can marry his mother, is it a blessing for his father to do this in his life.

Who would have thought that such a good sister who envys and praises her mother every day actually pulled her from heaven to hell with her own strength?

"Yuan Yuan, you look so beautiful. Mom feels like she suddenly becomes twenty years younger."

After the makeup was ready, Liu Mengyun looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but feel happy.

I have been crazy for more than ten years and lived in a nursing home for more than ten years. No matter how beautiful and charming the woman is, she cannot withstand the destruction of this madness and gradually becomes withered.

My mother is only in her early fifties now, but she looks more than ten years older than her actual age.

Song Zhiyuan put down the things in her hand, hugged her mother from behind, looked at herself and her mother in the mirror, and smiled, "That's because mom, you are beautiful and young."

"Well, my daughter is not only beautiful but also sweet. Mom is so lucky." Liu Mengyun gently stroked Song Zhiyuan's face and smiled happily.

After packing everything, Song Zhiyuan looked at the time. It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon. Seeing that Zhou Qichuan had not sent someone to bring the car over, she took her cell phone out of the ward and called Zhou Qichuan.

The phone rang and it was connected.

"I'm going to use a car soon. Is the car coming?" she asked.

"It should have just arrived, please look downstairs." Zhou Qichuan answered her.

Song Zhiyuan came to the corridor and looked down. Sure enough, at the front entrance of the hospital building.

"See." After saying these three words, Song Zhiyuan hung up the phone and returned to the ward.

"Mom, the time is almost over, let's go." Song Zhiyuan smiled and said.

Liu Mengyun stood up from the mirror and asked Song Zhiyuan, "Yuanyuan, do you think there is something missing if you are good?"

Song Zhiyuan looked up and down at her mother, and suddenly her eyes lit up, "Ah, mom, wait."

As she said that, she let go of her mother's hand, ran to open her jewelry box, took out a pair of emerald earrings from it, carefully put them on for her mother, and then took a beige cashmere shawl for her mother.

The off-white shawl paired with a rose-red long skirt is just right.

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