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When Liu Cong was about to leave on his motorcycle, he was stopped by a familiar voice.

Turning around, he saw a yellow McLaren parked next to the company's viewing stone. The man who stopped Liu Cong was Zhou Lei.

Zhou Lei saw Liu Cong stop, so he opened the door and got out of the car.

Then, he walked step by step to the side of Liu Cong's motorcycle. Because Liu Cong was wearing a helmet at this time, Zhou Lei couldn't see Liu Cong's expression clearly through the black mask.

Before Zhou Lei could say anything, Liu Cong directly put up the mask.

"Zhou Lei, are you okay?" Liu Cong asked calmly.

Zhou Lei was a little unhappy when he saw Liu Cong calling his real name.

"You can also call me my real name."

Zhou Lei looked at Liu Cong with a serious face, and then waved his hand.

"Hey! It doesn't matter. I only want to ask you one thing now. Please answer me truthfully."

Zhou Lei spoke to Liu Cong in a threatening tone, which made Liu Cong very unhappy.

"It seems I don't have the right to answer your question."

Liu Cong lit the car and was about to leave, but Zhou Lei grabbed the handle of the car.

"I just want to ask you one thing, and I'll leave after asking you."

Seeing that Zhou Lei's attitude was more relaxed than before, Liu Cong said calmly: "What's the matter? I still have something to do and I can't waste time here with you."

Hearing what Liu Cong said, Zhou Lei was slightly disdainful, but he didn't show it too much in order to ask questions.

"Are you and Chen Qiong really boyfriend and girlfriend?" Zhou Lei asked.

Seeing that Zhou Lei in front of him still refused to give up, Liu Cong said firmly: "Anyone with a discerning eye can see that we are boyfriend and girlfriend, and we are also siblings."

Liu Cong looked at Zhou Lei with a firm look on his face. If Chen Qiong were here, Liu Cong would be allowed to enter the entertainment industry because the acting looks so similar.

After hearing what Liu Cong said, Zhou Lei, who had a good attitude at first, instantly changed back to a superior look.

"I advise you to leave her as soon as possible, otherwise it will only do you harm but no good."

As he spoke, Zhou Lei took out a bank card from his wallet.

"There are ten million here. As long as you leave Chen Qiong now, the money will be yours, and I won't cause trouble for you in the future."

Liu Cong laughed when he saw Zhou Lei handing him the card, because no one would dare to act like this on TV or in novels.

Zhou Lei was a little angry when he saw Liu Cong like this.

"Ten million won't work? Okay, then 20 million!"

Zhou Lei gritted his teeth and changed a bank card and handed it to Liu Cong. He originally thought Liu Cong would accept it, because Zhou Lei had often done this kind of money-splitting trick before and it worked repeatedly.

However, I hit a hard rock today.

"Liu Cong, are you going too far? Save the 20 million, it will last you a lifetime." Zhou Lei said angrily.

"Zhou Lei, do you think money can solve all problems?"

"Let me tell you this, I, Liu Cong, really don't need this little money." Liu Cong said calmly, without any waves in his tone, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

"Ha!" Zhou Lei smiled coldly.

"You drive a crappy Ducati, and you tell me you're not short of 20 million, I'm going to believe you."

"I advise you not to suffer for the sake of face. Listen to me. There is nothing wrong with keeping the money honestly." Zhou Lei said seriously.

"I really didn't expect that people in their thirties would still have such naive ideas. I already made it clear that I don't need this little money."

"Forget it, just think of me as a loser and leave."

Liu Cong ignored Zhou Lei this time and rode away on his Ducati.

"Liu Cong, let me tell you, it will be difficult for you in the days to come. I want to see who is tougher, you or me."

Zhou Lei shouted loudly in the direction Liu Cong was walking. At this time, Liu Cong had already walked far away, and Liu Cong didn't hear Zhou Lei's harsh words at all.

Seeing Liu Cong walking away, Zhou Lei stamped his feet angrily.

Twenty minutes later, Liu Cong rode a motorcycle from the city center to his community.

He rode his motorcycle into the underground garage. Before Liu Cong could stop the car, the phone in his pocket rang. When he turned it on, the contact showed his father.

"Hey, Dad, are you here?" Liu Cong asked.

"Yes, we have arrived at Peking Second People's Hospital now. I used my connections to find a good room for two for your mother. I will send the location to your mobile phone in a moment." Liu Yang said on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, I understand. I'm in the basement of my community now. I'll be back soon. Do you need to bring anything?"

"If you have time, make some bone soup for your mother. Drinking this will make her feel better faster."

When Liu Cong heard that his father said this, he strongly disagreed, so he retorted: "You are a university professor after all, how can you believe this?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Just do what I ask you to do."

Before Liu Cong could refute, a busy signal came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, is it popular nowadays to hang up the phone before finishing the conversation?" Liu Cong was very puzzled by this.

After a while, the phone rang again. This time it was a message from Liu Yang, with the detailed address of the hospital written on it.

Liu Cong hurried upstairs, entered the room, opened the refrigerator, and found that all the ingredients were complete.

So, Liu Cong made a stew for his mother based on his memories from his previous life, yam, corn and pork ribs soup, which was both nutritious and delicious.

An hour and a half later, the soup was finally ready. Liu Cong found a thermos bucket from home, washed it, and then put the stewed pork rib soup into it.

After picking up the soup, Liu Cong went out.

Fifteen minutes later,

Liu Cong came to the inpatient department of Peking Second People's Hospital.

Following the address given by his father, Liu Cong arrived at room 0812 smoothly.

This time, Zhang Guimei's bed was also inside. There were two beds in the room. On the other bed, a beautiful middle-aged woman who was about the same as herself was sleeping. In terms of the level of maintenance, she was not inferior to her mother at all.

"Son, you are here."

Zhang Guimei looked at Liu Cong with a smile on her face. From her demeanor and mental outlook, Liu Cong could tell that her mother was really much better than before, which showed that her medicine was effective.

Liu Cong came to Zhang Guimei and handed the pork rib soup he had stewed to Liu Yang. Liu Yang looked at the rice pail for one person in front of him and looked at his son unfriendly.

"Okay, if you don't even cook for your mother for me, I'll hurt you in vain."

"Dad, you didn't tell me on the phone just now that you wanted me to bring you food. Besides, I didn't even eat myself."

Liu Cong felt a little aggrieved by what Liu Yang said. Zhang Guimei, who was sleeping on the bed next to her, became unhappy when she saw Liu Yang complaining that her son didn't bring him food.

"Hey, you have hands and feet, so you can't go down and eat by yourself? How dare you ask your son to cook for you..."

Liu Yang was scolded by Zhang Guimei, and Liu Yang could only lower his head and slowly endure the anger from Zhang Guimei.