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Chapter 230 Zhang Xinwei Extra Story: You Are Light 1
When Zhang Xinwei woke up, she no longer felt light and light, her limbs seemed to be full of strength.

She called "Sister Chu Xia" several times in her heart, but no one paid any attention to her, so she knew that Chu Xia had really left.

Zhang Xinwei couldn't help being sad, but when she opened the curtains, the sun outside the window fell on her body, and she felt the beauty of the morning, her mood improved again.

Anyway, it's really good to be able to live and experience the world again.

She turned on the TV first, and found out the harem drama that she hadn't finished watching before she jumped off the building.

But I haven't watched it for a long time, and the plot of the harem battle, which I thought was interlocking and exciting, now seems a bit dull.

After switching several channels, Zhang Xinwei still turned off the TV in a disappointment because there was no show that she could watch.

However, she soon regained her cheerful mood.

When it was almost noon, she cooked a few dishes, packed them in an insulated box, and asked the driver to take her to the company at home.

In fact, Zhang Xinwei seldom came to the company before, because since she was a child, the reason why her parents released her pigeons every time was to go to the company, to the company.Slowly, Zhang Xinwei felt a feeling of resistance towards her company.

However, when she came to the gate, no one stopped her, not even asking her why she came.

Even the clean aunt knows that she is the chairman's daughter.

At this time, Zhang Xinwei felt that she was surrounded by a net woven by her parents' love, which was tight, warm and tolerant.

Thinking of her ignorant self before, she almost couldn't help crying.

Zhang Xinwei didn't ask anyone to communicate, but only called an assistant to guide her.

After arriving at the office door, Zhang Xinwei asked the assistant to go down, and gently opened the office door by herself.

The office is very large, with a very European-style layout, simple and elegant. Only Zhang Xinlin is sitting at the desk, with a computer and stacks of documents in front of him.

The ordered takeaway is placed in the corner of the desk, and no one cares about it.

Zhang Xinwei walked over and coughed softly behind him, "Dad."

Zhang Xinlin looked up and turned around, seeing Zhang Xinwei, with obvious surprise and surprise on his face, "Weiwei, why are you here?"

After finishing speaking, he began to mutter, "You just got out of the hospital and are not resting at home. What are you doing here? Have you taken the tonic that Dad bought for you? Last time the driver told me that your friend sent you back. You..."

Zhang Xinwei was always impatient when she heard her parents nagging.

But now, Zhang Xinwei has a smile on her face, patiently listening to her father nagging a lot, and pouring him a cup of tea in the middle.

Then he put the bag he was carrying on the table, "Dad, I brought you lunch, by the way, where is my mother?"

"Your mother is busy these days," Zhang Xinlin said, but he quickly dialed the phone, "Come to my office, I have a surprise for you."

Before hanging up the phone, Zhang Xinwei heard her mother threateningly say on the phone, "You better not waste my time."

Zhang Xinwei discovered for the first time that when her parents got along, not only did they not respect each other like a business marriage as others said, but it was quite interesting.

When my mother also rushed over, as soon as she saw Zhang Xinwei, she immediately trotted over and hugged her into her arms.

There was another burst of chattering towards her that was even more eloquent than that of her father.

Zhang Xinwei opened the insulated box and said proudly, "I said I made it myself, parents, you have to give me face, eat everything!"

Originally, she wanted to make her parents happy, and then acted like a baby and begged for a wave of praise.

But she didn't expect her mother to cry out with red eyes, even her father lit a cigarette dully, and then extinguished the cigarette under her mother's threatening eyes, with a guilty expression on her face.

For the first time, they really felt that their daughter had grown up.

When they didn't realize it, they grew up unconsciously.

And they, in the process of their daughter's growth, really participated too little.

I always think that I will have the opportunity to spend more time with her in the future, but how can there be so many futures?

(End of this chapter)