Early in the morning, she woke up from a dream when she was hit in the face by a foreign object. She opened her eyes, it was pitch black in front of her, and her hand subconsciously touched her face, which was actually a piece of clothing, and then looked at Lei Changhao, who was expressionless, and only heard him say:

"There's a banquet tonight, you prepare it, I'll have someone pick you up!"

"Wait. She hurriedly stopped him who wanted to go out, showing a look of embarrassment, "Can I not go?"

"You're the wife I bought back for 30 million, can you not go?" he was wearing the dark blue pajamas, with the straps around his waist hanging loosely, and his hands in his pockets. But she really didn't want to follow him to socialize, her sister's bones were not cold, and he could still attend that kind of occasion. He did it, but she couldn't. But could she disobey him? The thirty million were like a heavy stone on her chest.

"You'd better go and choose a nice dress. He thought for a moment, pursed his lips, took out a gold card from his pocket and threw it in front of her, "Swipe this card, and then pair of beautiful shoes!"

"I don't want to go!" she lowered her eyelashes, half-covering the sparkling eyeballs, and moved her gaze from the card on the quilt to the back of her hand.

"You don't want to go, do you want Yuqing to accompany me?" his tone sharpened. She didn't have to look up to imagine his gaze at the moment.

She crooked the corners of her mouth and didn't answer. She is the eldest young grandmother of the Lei family and the wife of Lei Changhao, so it is understandable to attend that kind of occasion. Despite how reluctant she was in her heart, she ......

"I'm not going to talk nonsense with you! I'll send someone to pick you up at six o'clock in the evening!" he said as he went out like a gust of wind.

She half-sat on the bed, curled up on her knees, and buried her head deep in her knees.

"Sister-in-law!" Lei Yuqing slipped into the room quietly with bare feet and climbed into bed lightly.

She lifted her tearful face and looked at Yuqing with teary eyes. Looking at her sometimes innocent and sometimes innocent face, in fact, when Yuqing is not sick, she is an innocent child.

"Sister-in-law, don't cry!" Yuqing wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve. "Did my brother make you angry?"

"Yuqing!" she grabbed Yuqing's hand, and a warm current welled up in her heart. Although Yuqing is sick, she is the only one who can comfort herself in the housekeeper.

"Sister-in-law, is the eldest brother forcing you to do something you don't want to do?" Yuqing held her face, and looked at her with shiny eyes that did not contain any impurities.

She hugged Yuqing, tears raining down.

At six o'clock in the evening, a car stopped at the door of the butler's villa on time.

She stood in front of the dressing mirror and looked at herself absentmindedly, wearing a dress she had just bought this afternoon, a simple waist style, the color was a faint lotus lotus, an off-the-shoulder style, and two delicate bows at the shoulders. The hair is still somen in clear soup, the lips are dotted with a light lip gloss, and the face is lightly blushed. Although just a simple outfit has set off her unearthly temperament.

"Grandma, the car is parked downstairs. Mama Feng came up and called her by the door frame, with a hint of majesty and impatience in her voice.

She lifted the corners of her mouth in the mirror, gave a bleak, self-deprecating smile, and picked up the handbag on the dresser and walked out the door.

Zhou Ruiming was already waiting next to the car, and as soon as he saw her, he immediately stepped forward to open the car door for her, with a professional expression on his face.

She sat in the back row blankly, looking at the rows of receding bushes on the side of the road. Her heart tugged and she sighed faintly, she felt like a puppet that everyone could manipulate her. Her father controlled her with family affection, Lei Changhao suppressed her with money, and in addition to her soul belonging to her, even her own body was not under her control.

"Drive a little faster. Zhou Ruiming raised his wrist to look at his watch from time to time, and then urged the driver without paying attention.

Her head rested on the glass window, her hand against the corner of her forehead: "My body is a little uncomfortable, can you not go?"

Zhou Ruiming's head turned and looked at her slightly puzzled: "Mrs. ......"

"I want to go home!" she said, pressing her sore temples.

Zhou Ruiming finally figured out what she meant, he turned his face away, and ordered the driver to continue driving.

Her heart is twisted, anyone in the Lei family can ride on her head, anyone can ignore her feelings, and even anyone can support her. Tears wet her eyes, and she buried her head in her hands.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely oppressive, and no one spoke. She raised her head and inadvertently glanced at Zhou Ruiming in the front row of rearview mirrors, his face was exactly the same as Lei Changhao's expression, his face was expressionless, and his facial muscles were tense.

She turned her face out of the window, and it had been raining since she knew it, and the big raindrops hit the glass window, forming a strange pattern, and the car drove by quickly, and she actually saw a white figure in the rain outside the car.

"Sister!" Although it was only a blink of an eye, she still saw Guan Moxiang's face. "Stop, stop!" she knocked on the glass window anxiously, and looked back from time to time, the white figure still looming in the rain and mist.

My sister didn't die!

Zhou Ruiming and the driver looked at each other. Immediately, Zhou Ruiming returned to his usual face, the car was still speeding on the road, as long as it was what Lei Changhao had ordered, Zhou Ruiming would complete it properly despite all difficulties.

"Stop! I'll let you stop! Did you hear me!" she looked out of the glass in the back seat, and saw that the white was getting lighter and lighter, and it was gradually disappearing. So she rushed to the front row like a seizure, tugged at the driver's sleeve indiscriminately, and shouted in a messy voice: "I saw my sister, you hurry up and stop!"

The driver saw Zhou Ruiming's eyes and reluctantly stepped on the brakes. Before the car could stop, she pulled the handlebar, and the door did not move.

"Reverse the car!" Zhou Ruiming's voice was cold, like a knife, emotionless.

The car stopped again where she had seen the figure just now, but the shadow was gone, and she staggered out of the car, the rain clouding her eyes, and her vision blurred. But where is the figure of Guan Moxiang?

"Sister, sister, where are you? I know you're not dead, you must be reluctant to leave me, will you come out and see me?" her cry was drowned out in the rain. But Guan Moxiang did not appear again.

Zhou Ruiming took an umbrella from the car and covered it above her head without moving.

Her face could no longer tell whether it was rain or sweat, she turned her head and glared at him fiercely, waved off the umbrella he handed over, and got into the car.