Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 71
Song Yanchu looked at the man on the hospital bed with cold eyes, his face weakened a bit due to illness.

But just one look and you know he's a budget-conscious businessman.

Zhou Hao looked somewhat similar to him when he was in a suit and leather shoes, but he was more amiable and approachable.

Song Yanchu still prefers Zhou Hao like this.

This was Song Yanchu's first meeting with Zhou Wentao. When the high school held a parents' meeting, although the school emphasized that it is best for parents to come and attend, after all, it is about the child's education and future.

Jiang Ruqin came to Song Yanchu every time, and his grandmother came to Zhou Hao.

"Well, you're here." Zhou Wentao glanced at the two of them indifferently, and replied softly.

Ren Wan took a few apples to wash, greeted her son who was still playing games on the sofa, and said impatiently, "Xuyang, can you stop playing games!"

Zhou Xuyang was scolded with an irritable expression on his face, and he replied irritably, "Can you talk less, I said finish the game!"

"Your father is still lying on the hospital bed, so you can't be obedient, let us worry less?"

"Did I make you worry? The doctors and nurses are here, so am I. What's wrong with me?" Zhou Xuyang's tone was full of impatience, especially after seeing Zhou Hao.

"Zhou Xuyang..."

"Okay, stop arguing, my ears hurt!" Before Ren Wan could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Zhou Wentao sharply, Ren Wan and Zhou Xuyang both shut up for a moment, and the ward returned to silence.

They are family.

Zhou Hao watched all this silently, and said in a low voice, "Dr. Huo Sen has arrived. I'm going to talk to Dr. Huo Sen about your condition and determine a treatment plan."

Zhou Wentao rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired, "You go, I'll talk to Miss Song."

Miss Song?
Song Yanchu's heart skipped a beat, and he could hear the alienation in Zhou Wentao's words.

Looking up and looking at Zhou Hao, Zhou Hao frowned, his palms became stronger, and he held her, "Dad, I'll go with her, and I'll bring her back after talking with Dr. Huo Sen."

Zhou Wentao's face darkened, and his tone was displeased, "You didn't inform your parents about such a big event as marriage, do you think of me as your father?"

Zhou Hao's face also darkened, and his black eyes were cold.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and there was no stalemate.

Song Yanchu gently shook Zhou Hao's hand, and said with a warm smile, "Go and talk to Dr. Huo Sen."

Zhou Hao looked at her worriedly, Song Yanchu nodded slightly, "Go."

Ren Wan washed the fruit and put it on the table, Zhou Wentao looked at her, "You take Xu Yang to eat something, he didn't eat anything for dinner."

Ren Wan glanced at Song Yanchu, and called to her son who had just finished playing on the sofa, "Old Zhou, call me if you need anything."

Zhou Wentao hummed softly, and after Ren Wan's mother and son had left, his sharp eyes fell on Song Yanchu's face again, and he looked at her calmly.

Song Yanchu felt a little nervous, her parents were much friendlier than Zhou Wentao.

Pulling up a chair and sitting down, Song Yanchu smiled, and said without address, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Zhou Wentao looked at her, his tone was not harsh, but not gentle either.

"Although there is no such thing as the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker, the marriage between you and Zhou Hao has not been approved by me."

After hearing this, Song Yanchu's palms tightened, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.

"Zhou Hao established his own company during his college years. From the start to the current listing, there are indeed some advantages in his ability, but there is also the intricate relationship of my Zhou Group to take care of it."

"After all, no matter what, he is my son, and he will give some face."

Song Yanchu listened silently, not knowing what he meant.

"I arranged a commercial marriage for Zhou Hao two years ago, but he didn't agree. He said that if he hasn't met someone he likes after two years, he will agree to the commercial marriage I arranged for him."

"In the last half a year, you suddenly appeared."

The man's gaze contains scrutiny and inquiry.

Song Yanchu smiled sarcastically, feeling sorry for Zhou Hao, "I have been married to Zhou Hao for nearly half a year."

It has been almost half a year since I received the certificate in June to now in November.

Zhou Wentao coughed, "It is impossible for me to recover from this illness. In the future, the two brothers will take over the company. Xuyang is still young, and he is not as stable as Zhou Hao. He knows how to plan strategies. In the future, the management of the company will still be handed over To Zhou Hao."

"I know that Ms. Song has started a company before, and she must also know the difficulties in the business circle and the sinister people."

"Miss Song is currently organizing a dance studio, and now that her business has started again, she should lack financing. I am willing to provide financing for Miss Song."

When Song Yanchu heard this, the smile on his face finally faded away.

Unexpectedly, the plot of "take this check and leave my son" will really be shown in front of her eyes.

She and Zhou Hao were married by contract, and it was a good thing for everyone to take the money and leave.

But at this moment, Song Yanchu's chest was suffocated, and it was difficult to suppress it.

The past six months seem to have passed quickly, obviously many things happened, her company went bankrupt, her father underwent surgery for a serious illness, and started a new business.

It should have been a difficult day, but because of Zhou Hao's appearance, she seemed to have a very easy life, and every hurdle was passed smoothly.

From the bottom of her heart, she had already tacitly lived the life with Zhou Hao like this.

If he doesn't take the initiative to file for divorce.

"You are worthy of being a businessman. You know what I need now..." Song Yanchu omitted the title again, calling her dad, Zhou Wentao probably didn't want to hear it, but if she called Mr. Zhou, then what was the relationship between her and Zhou Hao?

"The studio has just started, I need operating funds..."

"Are you finished talking?"

Song Yanchu was halfway through speaking when the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

A gust of cold wind poured in from behind, the back of Song Yanchu's neck felt cold, and she turned her head to look at Zhou Hao standing at the door icily, with only coldness in her eyes.

"I have almost discussed with Dr. Huo Sen. He will come to the ward later. There are three sets of treatment plans. You can think about it yourself."

The man's voice was cold, and his eyes were indifferent. After speaking, he pulled Song Yanchu up, "It's getting late, I'll take her back first, and I'll visit you when I have time."

Without giving Song Yanchu time to say goodbye, Zhou Haoqiang dragged her out of the ward.

The corridor is deserted and the draft is very cold.

Standing at the elevator door waiting for the elevator to go downstairs, Song Yanchu looked up at the overly aggressive man, and said softly, "The conversation I had with your dad, did you..."

"Ding" The elevator door opened, and there was a patient in a wheelchair inside, and the nurse was helping to carry the water.

Zhou Hao didn't look at her, and walked in.

Song Yanchu had no choice but to follow, stood beside him, reached out and pressed the button on the first floor.

Sitting in the car, Zhou Hao put on his seat belt and turned on the ignition, but the car didn't start.

Song Yanchu looked at him sideways, and said again, "Did you hear my conversation with your dad in the ward?"

"No." Zhou Hao looked at her with deep and cold eyes.

"He told me that in the future, Zhou's enterprise will still be managed by you..."

"Fasten your seat belt." Zhou Hao frowned, and interrupted her warm but intermittent words with a cold voice.

Are you trying to say it's a win-win?

If he can manage the Zhou family, she can get a sum of money.

Hearing the sound of the seat belt being put on, the black bridge car rushed out quickly.

(End of this chapter)