The recording crawled into Zhang Yan's ears through the wired headphones.
A shrike flew in through the window, hit the wall, became dizzy, turned around a few times, and flew out again.
“Snap!”
"Can this be used as evidence?" Song Xijiao said with a smile.
But Zhang Yan felt sadness in her smile, as bleak as the autumn wind.
"The content is directly related to the facts of the case and can be used as evidence, but whether it can form a chain of evidence requires further investigation."
Zhang Yan didn't stay long and left with his phone.
Yang Peifeng went to handle the formalities, and Pei Zhiting pushed her to the hospital gate. Just as they arrived at the gate, they saw neatly trimmed green plants on the roadside. An ambulance, with its siren as a signal, penetrated through the layers of noise and stopped at the gate. Medical staff rushed over. The emergency personnel opened the trunk and helped the medical staff lift down a person wrapped only in a bed sheet, while giving a preliminary diagnosis.
"The corpus luteum has ruptured, there is heavy bleeding, and the patient is in shock..."
"Drip, drip," blood dripped from under her body, and the dripping sound hit the hard concrete floor. The surroundings seemed to have turned from sunny day to dark night, sad and weird.
The stretcher was pushed through the door and the nurse shouted.
"Make way! Make way!"
A sloppy figure slowly walked out of the ambulance. It was Cao Dinghuan.
He saw Pei Zhiting clearly and said, "I was just about to look for you." He pointed to the emergency room with his chin, "Are you satisfied?"
Pei Zhiting's eyes darkened, "It's okay."
"Family members, family members, family members, come quickly..." the nurse shouted.
"Here I am," Cao Dinghuan pulled out a brown paper bag from his suit and threw it behind him. "It contains all the information you need. Remember to do what you promised me."
"I never neglect your matters." Pei Zhiting took it steadily.
"Yo, yo, yo, look what you can do."
Cao Dinghuan smiled evilly, curled the corners of his mouth with his thumb, his hair blown by the wind, and he turned and left in a cool manner.
Song Xi was left-handed until she was eight years old. Later, in order to write and draw beautifully, she forced her left hand to turn over and used her right hand to eat. In the beginning, her right hand often cramped, and even now, her little finger cannot be straightened.
"Mr. Song, the meeting has begun."
"Compared with the previous quarter, the company's overall operating income increased by 32% this quarter, but the number of member users increased by 29%, which was higher than the company's overall revenue. The company's various businesses have grown steadily and the number of employees has increased..."
“…”
Song Xijiao flipped through the report page by page, marking it with a red pen and writing a few words from time to time.
All the middle-level leaders walked out of the conference room, the door of the conference room closed again, and Zhao Hairong cleared his throat.
"Jiaojiao, you'd better rest and recuperate from your injury. I think I should let Ruobin take over your job."
Song Xijiao looked up and smiled. "Of course this is a good thing. However, Ruobin hasn't followed up on any major projects yet, and all the company's funds are tied up in the construction of Qingpu. What if... Oh my... What am I saying? My brother was handed over by Dad, how could he make a mistake? Let's not let this happen! Let him be the vice president first and gain some experience. What do you think?"
Just as Zhao Hairong was about to speak, Song Xijiao interrupted him.
"Dad, didn't you also work your way up from the sales department? It's a good idea to let your younger brother start from the sales department to gain some experience."
Song Xijiao interrupted Zhao Hairong's words one after another. After thinking for a moment, he nodded.
Song Xijiao breathed a sigh of relief, looked up, and looked confident of victory.
"I was discharged from the hospital this morning and ran into my sister. She seemed to be ill. The Cao family was very concerned. Mrs. Cao, Mr. Cao... all went there."
"Remember to tell Aunt Lin that people always miss their mothers especially when they are sick. Let her go and keep her sister company!"
Zhao Hairong knocked on the table lightly. "Don't talk too much about the Cao family's affairs, Jiaojiao, you are too soft-hearted."
Song Xijiao smiled and lowered her head. What Zhao Hairong said was right.
"Yes, that's what Dad said."
"Being too soft-hearted...is not a good thing."
Zhao Ruobin felt unbalanced. The Cao family was a big family that had existed since the founding of the country. Compared with it, the Zhao family was not even on the same level.
Zhao Hairong asked, "Are you satisfied? Where's the evidence?"
Zhao Ruobin took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, and turned into the study.
"Evidence? Dad, do you still need evidence? Isn't your entire life evidence?"
Zhao Hairong's face darkened. "What do you mean?"
"Come with me."
Zhao Ruobin opened the door of a room, which was filled with rows of bookcases. The bookcases were full of books, most of which belonged to Zhao Hairong, with occasionally one or two belonging to Zhao Ruobin.
"Let's look at something."
Zhao Ruobin walked to one of the bookcases, opened it, took out the book on top and opened it.
"This is the diary left by my mother. She recorded what happened at home at that time."
"You'll know when you see it."
Zhao Hairong's face gradually turned pale, his hands trembling slightly. He picked up the book on the table, flipped through two pages casually, and then slammed the book on the table.
Song Xijiao was lying on the small bed.
Hands, arms, chest...any part of my body hurts.
Those fragments of memory appear again and again.
The pain in her body reminded her that the play was almost over.
If the play is not over yet, you will be eliminated.
Chen Huo was very moody. When he was in a good mood, he would hug Lin Qingrou and call her his sweetheart. When he was in a bad mood, he would tie her to the bed and not let her sleep for three days and three nights.
Beat her, scold her, make her kneel on the ground and slap herself...
"Is it painful? It's normal for it to be painful. You should have been in more pain at the beginning."
"Stop struggling and enjoy it."
Every time she woke up, she was frightened as if she saw a devil crawling out of hell.
In Lin Qingrou's heart, her son Shen Ranyu was no different from a stranger.
Similarly, in Shen Ranyu's heart, Lin Qingrou's mother is no different from a stranger.
And always look at her intriguingly.
On the day she reunited with Chen Huo, Lin Qingrou's ringtone was changed to their love song.
The phone rang for a minute, but Lin Qingrou didn't answer. Then the second and third calls came...
"Don't the Cao family care about their reputation? I'll let someone in and embarrass them."
"Why bother? Isn't this delivered to your door?"
Chen Huo sat beside them and listened to the conversation between the mother and son, with the corners of his lips slightly curved, and the corners of his cold and thin lips unconsciously curled up in sarcasm.
Early morning is the busiest time of the day.
"It will take at least six months to complete the project and accept the acceptance inspection."
Song Xijiao put down her pen and pinched her brows. "As usual, prepare a six-month plan and submit it to my office the day after tomorrow."
Yang Peifeng took it, looked at it, nodded and went out.
Song Xijiao dialed the number again, her fingers tapping on the table intermittently, stopping at one place, taking a look, and then continuing to tap at another place...
Every day late means one more variable.
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