Song Zhizhi left from the rigorous office.

Lu Xiaolang was waiting for him at the door.

Seeing her come out, he hurriedly followed her.

Song Zhizhi paused.

Lu Xiaolang looked at her.

Song Zhizhi seemed to be thinking about something, and then strode forward.

Lu Xiaolang was actually a little confused. She didn't know what happened, nor did she know why Song Shan suddenly fell ill. Song Zhizhi seemed to have expected this disease long ago.

Anyway, she doesn't know anything.

The martial arts master said that the people in the city were very complicated. She had been with Song Zhizhi for so long, and she really felt that the people here were much more complicated than the martial arts people.

Song Zhizhi went outside the intensive care unit.

Nie Wenzhi didn't know if she was overdrawn, so she leaned on Song Zhi's shoulder and half-squinted her eyes.

Song Zhizhi appeared, and Song Zhi called her, "Sister, you and your aunt go back and have some rest first. You haven't slept for a while until now, and your body can't bear it. Especially the aunt, who is older and cried for another night. I'm afraid that if my dad has something, the aunt will not be able to survive."

Song Zhizhi really wanted to tell Song Zhi that when their father had something, the last thing he wanted would be Nie Wenzhi.

But at that moment, she nodded.

Indeed, she couldn't hold on for a night without sleeping, but this accident would be a protracted battle and she needed to maintain sufficient physical strength.

Song Zhizhi nodded and called Nie Wenzhi softly, "Auntie, go back and rest."

Nie Wenzhi opened his eyes tiredly. He looked at Song Zhi. At that moment, he suddenly frightened, "Song Shan, is Song Shan awake?"

"No, auntie." Song Zhi said, "I'll just keep guarding Dad. You and my sister go back and take a break first, and come here later."

"No, I won't leave, I won't want to leave for a second." Nie Wenzhi was very determined.

"Auntie, you are now in a state of mind. If my dad wakes up, who will take care of him? Besides, you have a good rest now. You can come and change me later. Dad has to keep guarding him."

Nie Wenzhi was a little embarrassed.

Song Zhizhi said, "Let me know, we can only change our knowledge and go back to rest after we have a good rest."

Nie Wenzhi nodded, "Then I'll sleep for an hour or two before coming here."

Song Zhi nodded.

Nie Wenzhi stood up from the chair, and when she stood up, her body leaned back a little, looking extremely weak.

"Auntie." Song Zhi hurriedly supported her.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," said Nie Wenzhi, "I didn't expect that I'm really old."

Song Zhi said, "I'll take you into the car."

Nie Wenzhi nodded, "Please trouble you."

Song didn't know how to say much, but he was responsible for Nie Wenzhi walking ahead.

Song Zhizhi glanced at Song Shan in the ward and followed Lu Xiaolang.

The group took the elevator to the underground garage.

Just got out of the elevator.

Media reporters who seemed to have been waiting for a long time rushed up.

Lu Xiaolang quickly blocked them in front of them in case others were injured.

The reporter asked quickly and urgently, "Is it Chief Song sick? I heard it was cerebral congestion, is it serious? What's the situation now?"

Song Zhizhi's eyes tightened.

At that moment, she glanced at Nie Wenzhi who was leaning against Song Zhi.

When will the reporter be notified?!

It is impossible that the hospital revealed the news and customers, and they dare not report it casually.

So, it must be Nie Wenzhi.

Nie Wenzhi didn't even bring a mobile phone?

Who could that be?!

Song Zhizhi bit his lips tightly.

Easy to warm and cold.

When Nie Wenzhi confirmed that Song Shan was ill, he could notify Yi Wenhan first to teach him how to do it, and then tell the servant that he was ill and then let everyone know.

Nie Wenzhi was indeed more thoughtful than she thought.

How did this woman get trained or... trained.

She faced these reporters calmly.

"What is the situation of Chief Song?" The reporter seemed to be more anxious than them.

Song Zhizhi gave way to Lu Xiaolang to take a step back and stood in front.

She said, "My father did have sudden cerebral congestion last night. He had emergency rescue last night and is still in a coma. The doctor said it takes 24 hours to determine the final result. Thank you for your concern."

"Is this serious?" asked the reporter, "It is said that Chief Song has always been in good health. How could such a thing suddenly happen?"

Song Zhizhi did not answer.

A reporter quickly said, "Is it because of the banquet last night? I heard that Chief Song left very late at the banquet last night."

Song Zhizhi pursed his lips.

Nie Wenzhi suddenly spoke at that moment, "We are all uncomfortable with Song Shan's sudden cerebral congestion. Can you let our Song family go now? Don't ask any more questions."

It seemed like a relief to Song Zhizhi, but it made people misunderstand it instantly.

The reporter asked excitedly, "Madam means, is there really something wrong with the banquet?"

Nie Wenzhi was really weak, as if he would faint if he said a word more.

"I heard that the business management banquet was held for Ms. Song. Was Chief Song the result of excessive social engagements for Ms. Song?" the reporter said loudly.

Song Zhizhi no longer knew whether the reporter had arranged it or guessed it himself.

Anyway, everyone will believe that her father's sudden illness was implicated by her.

What does her dad have? She is the culprit.

Nie Wenzhi is indeed amazing.

I know to trample people into death at any time.

Yi Wenhan and Nie Xiaofei, although Nie Wenzhi was trained by Nie Wenzhi, were far from being able to catch up with Nie Wenzhi!

"Enough." Song Zhi seemed to be a little angry, "Are you reporters heartless? If something happens to your family, can you still follow the truth so indifferently? Didn't you see that my aunt is very tired and sad now? You really want to force her to faint, right?"

The reporter was stunned by Song Zhi's sudden scolding.

Song Zhi didn't want to say anything more, so he helped Nie Wenzhi, opened the reporter and left.

The reporter also wants to catch up.

Lu Xiaolang quickly went over to block them.

The group finally returned to the car, which belonged to her father, and asked him to come and wait early in the morning.

The driver drove away slowly.

It took a long time to get rid of the reporter behind. The driver took Song Zhi to the hospital gate and drove Nie Wenzhi and Song Zhizhi back.

Nie Wenzhi kept leaning against the seat and looked out the window with a pale face.

Song Zhizhi didn't want to speak either.

She really wants to tear Nie Wenzhi's fake mask now.

The car arrived at the Song family compound.

Song Zhizhi and Nie Wenzhi walked into the courtyard.

Nie Wenzhi said, "I know, you should have a good rest, don't get tired of yourself."

Song Zhizhi pursed his lips, "Auntie, too."

Then he took Lu Xiaolang to leave first.

Nie Wenzhi looked at Song Zhizhi's back and suddenly a very evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

finally.

It's finally over.

She returned to the room, closed the door, and locked it.

The woman who was so weak that she might faint when walking suddenly became more energetic. She quickly picked up her cell phone and called Yi Wenhan.
To be continued...