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"So lovely."

Song Qingyou sighed in her heart.

It wasn't until their eyes collided in mid-air and Jiang Zhihan showed a teasing smile that she realized that she had actually spoken out what was in her heart.

Song Qingyou raised her hand and tucked the unnecessary hair behind her ears. To avoid embarrassment, she took the initiative to speak:

"Has Mr. Jiang often come to this restaurant before?"

"It was recommended by Fang Yan. It's my first time here."

"Then you have to taste it carefully, don't let Assistant Fang waste his efforts."

Song Qingyou asked casually just to change the topic and didn't care much about the answer.

After saying a few words, the waiter served the dishes.

This is a Western restaurant. After the appetizers, a very high-quality steak is served, which looks very appetizing.

Song Qingyou took two bites and looked around, only to realize that there was no wine on the table.

She couldn't help but wonder: "Don't Mr. Jiang drink?"

Jiang Zhihan's hand holding the knife and fork paused strangely, "If you drink at night, you might not be able to sleep."

"If you need it, I'll ask them to send it to you."

Song Qingyou shook her head, "No, I just thought it was a surprise that Mr. Jiang didn't drink."

Jiang Zhihan raised his eyes slightly.

His expression did not change, but Song Qingyou was so happy that she knew he wanted to ask why, so she explained:

"Because Mr. Jiang may have to participate in various entertainment events."

Jiang Zhihan: "Even if I have entertainment, I don't need to please others."

As the person being pleased, he can drink if he wants to, and if he doesn't want to, he can't.

Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Is Mr. Jiang in Versailles?"

"Versailles...what does it mean?" Jiang Zhihan asked.

Song Qingyou was stunned again and said a little funny: "This is an Internet term, probably -"

She didn't know how to explain it for a moment. Should she just say that she was pretending to be X?

Song Qingyou thought for a moment, took out her mobile phone, leaned forward slightly, showed the encyclopedia page to the other party, and curled her lips:

"Mr. Jiang, doesn't he usually check social media platforms?"

Although he is so young, he has never heard of these familiar Internet terms... I don't know, I thought this person lived in some deep mountain forest.

Jiang Zhihan shook his head, looking at the other party's clear and bright smile, his heart moved slightly.

Song Qingyou asked again: "What does Mr. Jiang usually do?"

"Work."

"Besides work?"

"..."

Jiang Zhihan fell into silence as expected.

Seeing this, Song Qingyou finally understood the value of the "workaholic" in the words of those in the secretarial department.

At that time, Lin Hui also complained that they all thought that President Jiang's lover must be the entire Jiangyuan Group.

So she couldn't help but wonder: "When Mr. Jiang was in school? What did he usually do?"

"study."

"No hobbies... or entertainment?"

"..."

Song Qingyou was really shocked this time.

Perhaps her surprised look was too obvious, so Jiang Zhihan subconsciously explained:

"When I was in school, the company had a problem and time was tight."

If it weren't for Jiang Quan's poor management and his position as president of the company, the old man wouldn't have promoted him when he was just an adult.

At that time, Jiang Zhihan was so young and had no experience in managing a company. In the eyes of the company's elders, he was no different than a mascot.

But now, Jiang Zhihan has become the perfect heir.

Song Qingyou could guess how difficult the process was, and when she looked at Jiang Zhihan, she couldn't help but feel a little more pity.

Jiang Zhihan was speechless for a moment, recalling the news that Fang Yan had investigated, and asked, "What about you?"

"Me? My hobbies are-"

Song Qingyou opened her mouth to say that she knew a lot of things.

Sports, music, art, writing...she knows it all.

There are many things she knows, and she has been working hard to learn them.

Strictly speaking, it's not a hobby.

She hesitated for a long time before uttering two words: "Make money?"

The uncertain tone made Jiang Zhihan unable to hold back and smiled.

Looking at that smile that was like a bright moon falling into one's arms, Song Qingyou blushed for a moment, and then suddenly became embarrassed:

"So, not only do I have no hobbies, no time, and no money, in comparison, I am even worse off."

"Then I need to develop more hobbies..."

In fact, she is very happy being an actress and writing novels.

However, my main job and part-time jobs that I don’t want to talk about should be excluded!

"In case I retire early in the future, I will have nothing to do."

"Retire early?" Jiang Zhihan 'captured' the key point.

"Yes." Song Qingyou nodded, "It is more important to enjoy life."

Jiang Zhihan never expected that she would think so.

After all, when she was a cat, she saw that Song Qingyou was so busy that she rarely had time to rest.

He thought Song Qingyou liked to be so busy.

"You shouldn't mind telling me when you develop hobbies?"

Jiang Zhihan seemed to be acting on a whim.

"Mr. Jiang also wants to join us?" After Song Qingyou asked, she asked and answered herself, "It's nothing to mind, but if Mr. Jiang wants to retire early, it will be difficult..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of Jiang Zhihan's last coma, and said with some temptation:

"Besides, Mr. Jiang still faints from time to time. The situation is quite special."

Jiang Zhihan didn't answer.

He didn't know how to answer this question. After answering this question, he was worried that the other party would continue to ask... In Song Qingyou's eyes, his reaction was equivalent to acquiescence. Even though she got the answer to the question from Fang Yan, she still wanted to ask when Jiang Zhihan woke up. "Can I ask--" As soon as the three words came out, Song Qingyou's phone vibrated. Seeing that the caller ID was actually Dr. Liu, she quickly said, "Sorry, I'll take a call." After that, she hurriedly answered the call without caring about Jiang Zhihan being here. Because Dr. Liu was Song Xingye's attending physician, Jiang Zhihan knew it well, and naturally knew that Song Qingyou was in a hurry. His face was slightly gloomy, and he wondered if there would be any bad news from the hospital... "What did you say? My dad woke up? Really?" Song Qingyou rarely couldn't control her emotions, and stood up in a spurt. "Okay, I'll be there right away! Yes, thank you!" After saying that, she immediately hung up the phone and prepared to say goodbye to Jiang Zhihan. Unexpectedly, the latter had already stood up, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"This--"

"Let's go."

Jiang Zhihan was determined, and Song Qingyou wanted to see her adoptive father.

The two of them tacitly didn't say much.

After getting in the car, Jiang Zhihan handed her a handkerchief.

Song Qingyou took it, and then she realized that her eyes were full of tears.

After Song Xingye adopted her, he always treated her like his own daughter, so she naturally regarded him as his own father.

When she learned that he woke up, she was happier than anyone else.

It was a pity that her adoptive mother died of a heart attack before the Song family went bankrupt.

It was also for this reason that Song Xingye's health was not very good, making it easy for the poisoner to succeed.