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What made Li Zifeng uneasy was that Chengyun suddenly came to him last night and had a conversation...about Hong Guan.

Something happened suddenly... Hong Guan's wife and Cheng Yiran were admitted to the same hospital. This was something Li Zifeng did not expect.

At this point, he could no longer blame Hong Guan for not keeping his word since he had already signed the agreement.

But he also knew that when Hong Guan signed the contract, it was just a small move he made behind the scenes, which broke the trust between the two brothers... Originally, if they really trusted each other, how could the split be successful so easily?

Even though I know that Hong Guan was just angry for a moment at the beginning, now that the split has been successful, then let me live a long life together and not have any contact with each other!

I don’t know if Chengyun suspected anything...

Li Zifeng didn't sleep well all night, and he didn't know how to deal with the fact that he hid Cheng Yiran's criminal record from the company. He hurried to the hospital at dawn.

There were only two bodyguards at the door of the ward, saying that Chengyun had left and hadn't come yet. But it was said that Mr. Cheng had just woken up and the doctor was examining him inside.

Li Zifeng immediately opened the door and went in. The doctor seemed to have just finished the examination and was giving instructions carefully before leaving with the nurse.

"How do you feel?" Li Zifeng walked quickly to Cheng Yiran's bedside, "You really scared me to death! Why did you do this suddenly? Fortunately, it's not a serious injury!"

Cheng Yiran could see that he was still very tired. He was slowly rubbing his forehead without opening his eyes.

How could the car crash?

You can't say that you got distracted while driving, thought of something, and by the time you reacted, you had already crashed into something...

"I'm fine, but my head is a little tight." Cheng Yiran opened his eyes: "The doctor said there's nothing serious about me. I can be discharged from the hospital after a day or two of rest."

"How about a more detailed inspection?" Li Zifeng suggested.

Cheng Yiran shook his head and said: "No, there is still a competition on Sunday, so I should have to attend a rehearsal."

"Don't worry. I heard that President Cheng has communicated with the TV station and can let you leave this issue empty for now. Just rest peacefully." Li Zifeng shook his head and said: "Besides, your finger is also broken, so How can I go on stage and play the guitar?"

Cheng Yiran looked at his bandaged fingers and moved them slightly, "It shouldn't be a problem to lower the difficulty of the arrangement. I can think of a solution to the fingering problem."

Li Zifeng frowned and said: "You are stupid. When the audience watches the performance, of course the harder it is, the better. Who doesn't know simple things? Who cares? You have to show your amazing strength."

Cheng Yiran suddenly glanced at Li Zifeng and said calmly: "Even if it is a simple song, I have no problem."

"Is it possible that when you play "Happy Birthday" on stage, the audience still wants to buy it?" Li Zifeng's tone was a little deeper.

Cheng Yiran tilted his head and ignored it.

Li Zifeng frowned deeply, but said: "I sounded a little harsh, but it was for your own good, so don't worry. In addition, the company already knows about your previous affairs."

"Company? How did you know?" Cheng Yiran frowned, a little surprised but not too concerned... Others didn't know that there was a deeper 'friendship' between him and Zhong Luochen.

Compared with this kind of 'friendship', the so-called criminal records of his past are no longer important.

"Oh, isn't it time for you to be admitted to the hospital?" Li Zifeng said casually: "The traffic police came to check and looked through your file. They will naturally find out."

"I want to be quiet for a while." Cheng Yiran sighed and pinched his eyebrows.

"Then you have a good rest." Li Zifeng nodded.

He didn't plan to stay any longer... He still had other places he planned to go. For example, he had to go to another ward upstairs to confirm Hong Guan's condition again.

Not just because of the problems between the two brothers... but even some of his own problems with the company's financial resources.

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Seeing Li Zifeng leaving in a hurry, Cheng Yiran didn't pay too much attention.

He moved his body, then took out the guitar that was installed next to it, looked at it carefully... and saw that it was not damaged in any way, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Cheng Yiran held it subconsciously, and his fingers became inflexible, but if he didn't use his little finger, he could easily make some rhythm.

He thought of the kiss from many years ago in the sports car yesterday, that long kiss in the early morning, and gradually lost consciousness.

"The same goes for Cheng, the same goes for Cheng!"

Suddenly there was a voice calling his name, which made Cheng Yiran wake up from his trance. Only then did he realize that it was Chengyun who had walked in at some point, but he didn't notice it.

Is your mind wandering too much...

But Cheng Yun was a little unhappy at this time and said: "I'm talking to you, boss, your finger is still injured, can you stop playing with this thing? Look at you, you can't play smoothly anymore, it's like making noise .”

Cheng Yiran was stunned, stopped subconsciously, and looked at Chengyun with wide eyes, "You...what did you just say?"

"What did I say?" Cheng Yun was also stunned, and then he reacted: "I said, if your finger is injured, stop playing the guitar. It's like a noise. You can play again when you feel better!"

"What did you say? Say it again?" Cheng Yiran suddenly asked again.

Maybe it was because he looked a little scary at this time, or maybe it was because Zhong Luochen valued him very much. Cheng Yun shook his head and said: "The noise... is there a problem? Isn't it normal that the fingers can't play well... It'll be fine once the finger heals, it's not a big problem."

Cheng Yun was not affected in any way... This way, not at all...

But Cheng Yiran knew that this guitar was still his, but...

But the magic power on the guitar has no effect on Chengyun...

how so?

"Cheng Yiran? Cheng Yiran? What's wrong with you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want to call a doctor for you?" Cheng Yun asked with concern at this time, seeing that this guy was distracted again.

"I..." Cheng Yiran's face suddenly turned pale. He raised his head and his reaction seemed to be much slower. He looked at Chengyun for a while and then said: "I... I'm a little uncomfortable and want to sleep for a while."

"Oh, okay." Cheng Yun nodded: "You go to bed first, I will come over and check on you. If you have nothing to do, I will go back to the company. By the way... Mr. Zhong may come to see you later."

Cheng Yiran just nodded silently and quickly lay down... Under the quilt, his hands were shaking.

Fear. Fear. Fear.

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Cheng Yun watched Cheng Yiran close his eyes and shrugged, thinking that maybe his mind was still awake after the car crash? It felt like Cheng Yiran was acting well at the moment, but he didn't think much about it.

After opening the door to the ward, I saw a bodyguard walking back hurriedly.

The bodyguard came to Cheng Yun's side and whispered: "Mr. Cheng, Li Zifeng came just now and went upstairs. I followed quietly to take a look and found that it was Hong Guan's wife's ward. I eavesdropped. For a moment, it seemed that he was planning to transfer Hong Guan's wife to a ward or something, but the other party was different and was making a fuss at the moment."

"Yeah... I understand." Cheng Yun nodded, "You watch here, and don't let any random people get in, especially reporters... I'll go up and take a look myself."

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