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Song Xiaoran's face turned red and she couldn't help but asked curiously: "What did he say about me?"

Zhao’s mother smiled and said, “You said you were smart, that it was a pleasure to work with you, that you taught him how to do business, that we made a lot of money thanks to you, and that our family no longer has to worry about money.

Auntie, I really want to thank you. Auntie's illness has really affected my family's health... Now it's all thanks to you..."

Song Xiaoran felt a sore nose as she listened, and held Mother Zhao's bony hands:

"Auntie, please stop saying that! How can there be anything that is not a drag? When Zhao Shaokang was young, you worked two jobs by yourself, and you had to take care of him when you had to work. It was so difficult at that time, did you ever think that he was a drag? ?Have you thought about throwing him away?"

Hearing this, Zhao Shaokang turned away without saying a word, his eyes red.

Hey, what a filial child... Mother Zhao smiled and tilted her head as if she was really remembering seriously:

"Xiao Ran, don't tell me, that time he got into a fight with his classmates in the third grade. I was so angry that I really wanted to throw him away! Kangkang, do you remember that time?"

Zhao Shaokang frowned and said in a low voice:

"Can not remember."

Mother Zhao hummed in confusion:

"Why don't you remember? It was Wu Shuai and Lu Jun in the courtyard! Those two guys gave you a nickname and called you Empress Zhao! You beat them at that time, it was so miserable! I I had to apologize to people for a long time..."

Zhao Shaokang secretly said it was over.

Sure enough, he saw Song Xiaoran sitting next to him, his head hung deeply and his shoulders shrugged.

He sighed helplessly: "Laugh, don't hold it back."

"Hahahahahahaha." Song Xiaoran couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears from laughing, "It turns out it's Empress Zhao. I really guessed it! Haha."

When Zhao Shaokang saw her smiling so happily, his originally pursed lips curled up involuntarily.

Although Zhao's mother didn't know what the two were laughing at, she was happy to see her two children happy.

In the ward at this moment, although the autumn day is as warm as the spring morning.

……

Mother Zhao was already asleep in the room. Zhao Shaokang and Song Xiaoran came out of the ward and closed the door quietly.

After they were far away, Song Xiaoran whispered: "Auntie, are you usually so talkative? You were so tired that you almost fell asleep and you still dragged me to talk about your childhood."

Zhao Shaokang smiled and said: "Of course it's because you are special."

Song Xiaoran rolled her eyes at him: "I will come often in the future."

Zhao Shaokang nodded. He was not very happy when he heard this, but looked sad.

Song Xiaoran put away her smile and asked cautiously: "What's the current status of Auntie's illness?"

If I remember correctly, Zhao Shaokang in his previous life passed away not long after he left Wangjing and did not get to see him achieve success.

This point was mentioned again and again in subsequent interviews and was the most regretful part of his heart.

Zhao Shaokang said sadly: "The doctor said that if you want to cure it radically, you have to transplant a kidney. Otherwise, no matter how good you take care of it, it won't last five years. We don't have the conditions to do such an operation here."

I have never seen Zhao Shaokang so sad and helpless...

Song Xiaoran's mind got hot and she took the initiative to hold his hand and encouraged:

"It's okay. If it doesn't work here, then let's go to Kyoto! If it doesn't work in Kyoto, let's go to the beautiful country. My second brother is studying medicine there. I can ask him to do it."

Zhao Shaokang shook his head gently, his tone showing confusion:

"I've checked with major hospitals in Kyoto, but they're not sure they can do this kind of surgery. Going abroad? It's too far. It's a long journey across a vast sea. I'm afraid my mother won't be able to survive... I wonder if I can just let her be happy. Live these last five years well..."

Song Xiaoran slapped him hard, trying to wake him up:

"It's such a long journey! Let's just charter a plane! If that doesn't work, we'll pay experts to bring all the equipment and do the surgery here."

Zhao Shaokang hadn't thought about it this way before and said in surprise:

"How could those foreign experts agree?"

They say care leads to chaos, but your usual domineering and decisive energy... Song Xiaoran gave him a look of disdain:

"Give me money! Money, money, money! People there only recognize money. If you don't come for 100 million, I'll give you 200 million. If you don't come, I'll give you 200 million. If you don't come, I'll give you 500 million! Look at his experts lining up." Zhao Shao Kang's eyes lit up:

"Is it enough to make money?"

Song Xiaoran nodded, thinking more rigorously and said:

"You have to make a lot of money."

Zhao Shaokang's eyes became firm and bright, his back straightened, and he looked more confident and motivated than before:

"Then let's work hard and make a lot of money."

Tsk, tsk, I thought he was good at comforting people... Seeing Zhao Shaokang recover, Song Xiaoran proudly gave himself a thumbs up.

"excuse me……"

At this moment, three young nurses bravely formed a group and came to the two of them.

Zhao Shaokang turned to look at the three of them: "Hello, are you okay?"

The three of them suddenly looked excited:

"Wow, so handsome!"

"It's him! It's really him!"

"More handsome than in the newspaper."

……

One of the round-faced nurses even had starry eyes and took out a newspaper from her pocket:

"Can you sign it for me?"

Song Xiaoran thought to herself, are these the first fans who have met Zhao Shaokang?

Oh, this era is called groupies.

She quickly let go of the hand she had been holding, took two steps back with the idea of ​​just watching the excitement, and handed the stage to the big star Zhao Shaokang and his fans.

Zhao Shaokang, who was completely confused about the situation, took the newspaper blankly and glanced down.

"Exclusive interview - the bumpy entrepreneurial road of the Milk Tea Prince"

At this moment, he finally understood what Song Xiaoran had always meant by the milk tea prince.

……

The two came out of the hospital. Song Xiaoran shook his head at Zhao Shaokang:

"Big star, why don't you practice your signature? You're doing this one stroke at a time. You signed several people for a long time. Do you think you're signing a contract?"

Zhao Shaokang looked at her speechless for a long time and said:

"It's not your publicity plan."

Song Xiaoran held back her laughter:

"I think the plan is very successful. I believe it won't be long before you become a national idol. Just stop doing business and go out and make money faster."

What kind of idol, debut? Although Zhao Shaokang didn't understand what it meant, he knew from her expression that she was teasing him:

"That's almost it. Seriously, what should we do next?"

Song Xiaoran said half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Let's go ahead and make our debut. We'll be in newspapers, magazines, um, and on TV. People are putting pressure on us, so we have to find ways to use the media to put some pressure on those people."

Zhao Shaokang felt a big headache, but he had to admit that this was indeed a good idea.

……

Two days passed.

The discussion about Zhao Shaokang and Xinxin milk tea became more and more intense and gradually became the talk of the town.

As the most popular and fashionable drink in the city, Xinxin milk tea has become a household name in a very short time. (End of chapter)