Yuan Xuefei is ruthless not once or twice, the bloody things she did when she took the position and stole the dragon and phoenix were not only the one that night, but also moldy and smelly in the dark corner, waiting for the sun to shine.

"Mom, don't talk about it, you should rest early. Ning Xiangtian felt that his mother seemed to be a different person tonight, and his weak and soft temperament was all put away, and the exposed blood made him a little scared.

"Okay, you also rest early, and ask Secretary Chen more if you don't understand. Yuan Xuefei finally reminded gently.

After all, it is his own son, and Ning Xiangtian is still the most concerned.

Yuan Xuefei has never understood Chen Hongquan, he has followed Lao Ning for so many years, but he is too low-key, and he is not good at words, he always obeys orders, and he can't guess what this person really thinks.

The wiser the man, the more calm he is, the rice in the farmland is like this, those who bow their heads are full, and only those deflated shells with empty stomachs hold their heads high.

"Hmm. As soon as the voice fell, I heard the door slam shut, and the room was deadly silent, and there was no extra breath.

"Tian'er, Mom is doing so much for you, I want to give you a bright future, don't be unappreciative, it's in vain Mom's hard work. Yuan Xuefei sat on the bed and said to herself.

There is always a kind of love in the world, which swaggers to control other people's lives under the guise that everything is for you, and sometimes belittles other people's lives, and the reason is always high-sounding to say that it is for the good of the lover.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, Ning Xiangtian walked to the door of Bing'er's room, hesitated whether to go in and take a look, and raised his hand and didn't dare to knock on the door.

couldn't help but touch the chest that was touched by her, this kind of distance between the fabric of the clothes, close at hand, made him panic, thinking about the happiness of the woman in her arms.

This kind of unrealistic fantasy made him return to reality, put down his hand in frustration, and did not dare to hope that there would be such a day.

He had been dumbfounded, standing at the door of her room, but his heart was pounding, thinking about her in the door.

Why is my mother so ruthless and has so much hair gone?

Does it hurt?

Are you wiping your tears in there again?

How did you get that injury during the day?

Medicated?

Have you dealt with it?

In the end, he ruthlessly put down the hand that was about to knock on the door, took a deep breath, walked directly back to the room, and fell asleep sullenly.

The moment she closed the door, the door of her heart closed again, Ning Bing'er closed the curtains, turned off the lights, and enjoyed the endless night alone.

The room was pitch black, and she curled up in the corner with her knees folded, retreating like an ostrich unwilling to fight, helplessly pondering the difficulties of life.

In the eyes of this mother and son, she is like a hurdle in their hearts, unable to step, blocked in panic, and always hinders their treacherous schemes.

She raised her head to meet the light that came through the gap in the curtains, her eyes narrowing slightly, longing for freedom, for relief, for her shoulders.

Money is precious, but life is worth more.

If it is free, both can be thrown.

Freedom is easier said than done, and who can truly be free?

The Dharma of Dependent Causes is emptiness, and dependent emptiness is extremely liberating.

Empty is easier said than done!

Liberation, there may only be death, but it may not necessarily be liberating.

There is a reason for this, there is no reason for this, this life is born for another, and this is extinguished for that reason. Even if you escape into the empty door, you can't escape the karma and coincidence in the world, and numerology is ruthless.

Two lines of hot tears quietly slipped out of the corners of her eyes, and the hot teardrops burned her cold face, washing away the boredom in her heart, Bing'er closed her eyelashes lightly, and let the tears of pain be released.

She is so tired in every life, and the ups and downs of every life are always heartbreaking, and she is not afraid of these, she can bear this hardship.

What she can't stand is Kang Yi's affection and indifference, and the man she loves the most is moody and rejects her arrival.

In the previous life, Kang Yi controlled the economic lifeline of the entire capital, and he was still so low-key that he only loved himself, only himself in his eyes, and spoiled himself like a child.

So from the moment she was reborn, she wanted to find this man for the first time and love him again.

Heaven had mercy on her, and they met on the first night, but unfortunately it backfired, he didn't love her, and he didn't want to love her.

During the day, he even threw himself away and ignored it.

What's even more sad is that the father's love that he had just snatched back, before he could make a few affectionate words, his father was lying on the hospital bed and couldn't move.

The dead room was slowly covered with sleepiness, and I was too tired to run around all day, so I collapsed on the soft bed and slowly fell asleep.

In the dark and damp darkroom, several ragged women hugged each other, their eyes trembling with horror, and a man covered in flesh looked at them fiercely, and his two vicious eyes gave a wanton look at the woman.

The face was full of lumps of flesh, mocking these poor women, a flock of lambs about to be slaughtered, flowers with buds waiting to bloom, women with withered yellow flowers, beautiful women with watery water, all kinds of women.

"Don't, don't!" the women huddled together in horror, hugging each other and snuggling in fear.

"Let's go, it's yours today!" the man smiled and took his arm like a hare to take it away.

What fate awaits her, everyone knows.

"This big brother, take me there, I'm more sophisticated than her and can do good things. Sister Xiaomei volunteered to stand up and block the man's way.

The man smiled, put down Bing'er, and walked out of the dark room with Xiaomei in his arms.

"Sister Xiaomei, don't. Waking up from another nightmare, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

Sister Xiaomei, a woman born hard, has saved her countless times with her thin body.

From her imprisonment to her transfer abroad, to her freedom of escape, this woman has bravely protected herself and carefully borne the tragic fate of the two of them.

Every crisis that happened to Bing'er, she carried it herself, and even used her body to help Bing'er block all the ravages.

It's all!

Keep Bing'er's innocence.

The first time I saw Sister Xiaomei, she was beaten and covered in blood, and her eyes were still stubbornly staring at them.

Bing'er took advantage of the break time to use the knowledge she learned in school to simply clean the wound to avoid wound infection.

Sister Xiaomei was lying on the ground weakly, suddenly holding her hands hard, and shouted excitedly, "Sister, sister, is it really you?"

That was the first thing Sister Xiaomei said to Bing'er, it was so strange and funny.

Sister?Where did Bing'er come from?

Bing'er just smiled lightly, gently looking at the woman on the ground who was beaten to the ground, worried and distressed by her dragging herself.

"Sister, why are you also arrested here?" asked Sister Xiaomei suspiciously.

Bing'er looked at the woman indescribably, and the rare pain on her face was undoubtedly revealed.