Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

Chapter 258 Why Don’t You Know How to Take Care of Your Body

Zhuang Yu glanced at Jiang Fei, thought for a moment, and then said carefully, "Actually, I do know where Shuya went. Ling Zhen should be in that city. If someone told Ling Zhen that Shuya was so sick, do you think she would..."

Jiang Fei glared at Zhuang Yu, "Haven't you always disliked Ling Zhen? You even tried to persuade them to break up before, and now that Shu Ya Ge is in trouble, you want to ask someone else to come back? If you were Ling Zhen, what would you think?"

Zhuang Yu pursed his lips, speechless.

He really thought so, and his thoughts were so shameful that he even felt embarrassed.

However, judging from the situation at the time, he did not think that Tang Shuya loved Ling Zhen that much, not to mention that the two of them really had no future.

Jiang Fei glanced at Zhuang Yu and said, "I can't do this kind of thing. If you want to call her, call her yourself. Don't tell me that I don't have Ling Yuan's contact information now. Even if I did, I can't open my mouth. Anyway, you know where Ling Yuan is, right? Fly over and look for him yourself."

Zhuang Yu heard her say this and sighed: "Forget it, just pretend I never mentioned it."

Tang Shuya started to feel cold in the middle of the night. Although his whole body was as hot as boiling water, he kept complaining of being cold.

They covered themselves with several layers of quilts and even turned on the heater. Everyone except Tang Shuya was sweating profusely, but Tang Shuya still complained of being cold.

This is not a solution, so we sent him to the hospital while he was unconscious. The doctor gave Tang Shuya a fever-reducing injection, but when it was time to take the medicine, he vomited it all out as soon as he swallowed it.

He had been seriously ill these past few days and had eaten little, which was liquid food. Now he was either vomiting or dry heaving. The medicine came out the same way it went in. After vomiting out some jaundice water, Tang Shuya groaned in discomfort, and his stomach cramped and was in great pain.

Jiang Fei felt uncomfortable watching this, bit her lip, and turned to leave the room.

Now she was helpless. Seeing Zhuang Yu in the corridor, she thought for a moment and said to him, "Why don't you tell me where Ling Zhen is? You bought the plane ticket for Shu Yage, so you must know."

Zhuang Yu was smoking. He took a puff and said, "Forget it. It's a tangled mess."

Jiang Fei was anxious for the moment and knew that she could not help for the time being, so she nodded and left.

Zhuang Yu went downstairs, ate something casually, and started to deal with official business again. A lot of work had piled up in the past two days, and he would be busy soon.

After finishing some urgent official business, the cell phone rang.

Zhuang Yu picked up the phone, and after a few seconds, his expression gradually changed.

If all this is true, then it makes perfect sense why Tang Yongnian, who had been indifferent to the company's affairs for many years, suddenly changed his methods and attitude, insisting on interfering with the company's operations and secretly recruiting people.

Time devours people's memories. After so many years, people in the circle have almost forgotten the fact that Tang Yongnian abandoned his wife and children. Now everyone only thinks of him as a loving husband who stayed with his sick wife.

Even when old people talk about the past, they will always say in the end that the prodigal son's return is truly worth more than gold.

Zhuang Yu walked towards the ward while thinking, Brother Shuya is now frustrated in love, if he knew that even his own father is like this, he would feel so sad.

He stood outside the door, sighed heavily, adjusted his breathing, and then knocked on the door lightly.

After a while, "Come in."

Tang Shuya's somewhat weak voice was heard from inside.

Shen Du pushed the door open and went in.

Tang Shuya was half-leaning on the bed, her hair slightly disheveled, holding a notebook. Zhuang Yu walked over and took a look, feeling anxious and angry. "Your fever has just subsided, what are you doing? Why don't you take care of yourself?"