Huang Mingyue flashed into her room with her mobile phone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The green light on the old phone is always on.

Jin Wenlu. Huang Mingyue smiled self-deprecatingly, if she lived another life, this name would not be able to affect her more emotions for a long time.

Five missed calls, three text messages.

――Mingyue, when are you going back to school?

- I have something to talk to you about.

-- Call me back when you see it.

Huang Mingyue smiled faintly again, and casually threw the phone on the bed. Her mind is now a mess, and she needs time to sort it out one by one, and she is not in the mood to think about the matter between her and Jin Wenlu at all. Besides, the entanglement between her and Jin Wenlu can be solved in two words.

Parted.

Huang Mingyue sat on the edge of the bed, closed her eyelids slightly, and the words of Pan Lizhen and Huang Anna before she died drilled into her mind one by one.

……

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that my mother asked Brother Ji Cheng to put some ingredients in Brother Mingchuan's wine that day......"

“…… I'm not afraid to tell you that the business you later did with Licheng Group that lost 80 million yuan was also something I asked Jicheng to do something from it......"

"You still have to blame yourself for being stupid, it's too easy to trust others...... People who come out of a small place can't support a big scene...... Don't blame me...... When you are a mother, you have to think about your children...... She can bear it, and I can't bear it......"

“…… I see that you have been pregnant with a child for two months, Wen Lu is running at both ends of the company's family, baby you are very ......"

……

It was as if an invisible hand was grabbing Huang Mingyue's heart fiercely, making her almost breathless.

Pan Lizhen is right, she still has to blame herself for being too stupid and too easy to trust others. At that time, Jin Wenlu wanted to break up with her, she relied on the support of the Huang Group behind her, and with the advice of her good sister Huang Anna, she did many stupid things, and the last trace of Jin Wenlu's love for her was exhausted. In the end, he fell into the quagmire of vanity and flashiness, not only killing himself, but also killing Mingchuan and his mother.

Hot tears fell from Huang Mingyue's eyes.

Pan Lizhen's mother and daughter secretly endured it for a few years, and finally got what they wanted. Jin Wenlu became the Huang family's son-in-law, and after Huang Yiqing suffered a stroke, I am afraid that the entire Huang Group has already become the bag of Pan Lizhen's mother and daughter - and Huang Anna is also pregnant with Jin Wenlu's child.

It couldn't have been more perfect than this.

Huang Mingyue wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and hatred burned in her heart. Huang Mingchuan's bloody face after the car accident and Shen Yunfang's pale and thin face after dying appeared alternately in front of her eyes.

Huang Mingyue subconsciously clenched her fists tightly, her nails were deeply embedded in the flesh of her palms, and she didn't feel any pain.

Suddenly, a thought spread from the bottom of her heart like a wild weed growing like a spring day, making her blood boil and she could barely breathe.

Avenge.

Avenge! The flames of vengeance burned the tears of remorse in her eyes.

"Bright Moon, Bright Moon!" Shen Yunfang shouted in the living room.

"Hey!" Huang Mingyue came back to her senses, what's wrong with her? Reliving a life, none of those painful or unbearable things have happened, her mother is still calling her outside the door, Mingchuan is also in school, and Jin Wenlu has not broken up with her yet-but why, the seed of hatred in my heart has quietly taken root and sprouted?

"Bright Moon!" Shen Yunfang shouted again.

Huang Mingyue wiped her face with her hand, and barely opened the door of the room with a smile on her face.

Shen Yunfang had already put away the dishes and chopsticks, and sat on the old sofa, her gloomy face and the faded sofa cover blending together.

Huang Mingyue couldn't help but feel soft in her heart.

Shen Yunfang patted the sofa on his side and said, "Tomorrow's noon train, sit with my mother!" ”

Huang Mingyue obediently sat down next to Shen Yunfang, and the old sofa spring made a "creak" sound.

"Better?" Shen Yunfang looked at her daughter's face carefully, reached out and touched her forehead.

"Much better." Being so close, Huang Mingyue could almost count the white hair on Shen Yunfang's sideburns, and suddenly Pan Lizhen's well-maintained face shook in her head, and there was a dull pain in her heart.

"That's good." Shen Yunfang lowered her eyes, grabbed one of Huang Mingyue's hands and patted it gently, "You and Mingchuan are both sensible children, and you never let me worry about it." Mom doesn't have the ability to ......."

Huang Mingyue felt uncomfortable for a while, and couldn't help but put her other hand on Shen Yunfang's rough and warm hand: "Mom, what are you doing with this?" ”

Shen Yunfang smiled: "Okay, okay, don't talk about this, don't talk about this!" ”

Huang Mingyue secretly thought in her heart, no wonder the old saying goes, I would rather be a begging mother than an official's father. has known Huang Yiqing for seven years, and in addition to the blood relationship, there seems to be no more emotional communication. Huang Yiqing will only compensate for the lack of father's love for so many years, and that is money.

Shen Yunfang hesitated again and again, and finally asked, "Did you return the call?" ”

"Huh?" Huang Mingyue didn't know why.

"Jin Wenlu." Shen Yunfang was afraid that Huang Mingyue would be embarrassed, so she said hurriedly without waiting for her to answer, "That kid is tutored and kind just by listening to his voice." ”

"He's just my classmate." Huang Mingyue said lightly, deliberately skimming it out.

"Oh-" Shen Yunfang pondered for a while and said, "Actually, Mingchuan also mentioned a few words to me--that kid said that he is a very good person, has a good family background, and is ...... motivated."

Huang Mingyue nodded and said bitterly: "Mom, he is very good, he is good anywhere." It's just -- I'm not good enough. ”

Shen Yunfang was stunned, her eyes dimmed, a bitter smile appeared on her lips, she patted Huang Mingyue's hand comfortingly, and didn't say anything more.

Huang Mingyue was also silent for a long time.

Jin Wenlu is indeed as she said, she is good anywhere, she is the prince charming of all girls, but she is in love with her, Cinderella. However, life is not a fairy tale, and when love fades from the original dreamy color, the contradictions between the two are gradually revealed......

"Mingyue, Mom hooked a fine wool scarf for you, don't forget to bring it back to school."

"Thank you, Mom!" Huang Mingyue's heart was gloomy, but she deliberately made a happy appearance on her face.

"In the bedside table in my room, go get it yourself!"

Huang Mingyue entered Shen Yunfang's room, and sure enough, she found a neatly folded scarf in the bedside table. The scarf is bright red and the color is very positive; It is woven with fine wool threads, and it takes a lot of thought to look at it.

Huang Mingyue leaned her cheek against the scarf, which was warm and delicate to the touch.

Although the family is poor, her mother dedicates the best to her children within her ability.

Huang Mingyue's eyes were a little wet.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to raise but does not wait for the kiss - she secretly vows that she will not let the tragedy of her previous life repeat itself.

Just as she was about to wipe away her tears and go out, Huang Mingyue suddenly found a book pressed under the utility basket on Shen Yunfang's bedside table, and she was curious and pulled it out.

Financial magazines?

Huang Mingyue secretly spoke, when did her mother like to watch these eight poles that couldn't be beaten? I was about to put the magazine back in its place, but my hand suddenly stiffened.

The guy on the cover seems to be very kind-looking.

Huang Yiqing?

Huang Mingyue's heart pounded, and Huang Yiqing on the cover was wearing the most appropriate suit, combing his back and clasping his hands in front of his chest - the most common posture of successful people.

March 2004 issue.

Four years ago, Huang Yiqing was in the limelight, Huang Group successfully raised funds and went public, and Huang Yiqing, as the chairman, was the most successful star in the business community of the province that year, and frequently appeared in major media.

But—

Huang Mingyue remembered that in the past 20 years when she grew up, her father's role had been missing, and Shen Yunfang never talked about anything about Huang Yiqing, which was quite secretive.

As an adult, Huang Mingyue always thought that the gentle and docile Shen Yunfang was heartbroken by this failed marriage, and she didn't want to reveal this scar that had long healed. It wasn't until the last semester of college that the Huang siblings learned that the CEO of the Huang Group, who was well-known in the business community in the province and even the whole country, was actually their father.

But why, why did this magazine appear at Shen Yunfang's bedside?

There was a thought that flashed through Huang Mingyue's mind, and it was too fast to catch it.

Huang Mingyue shook her head, and was about to quietly put the magazine back in its place, but a photo slipped from the magazine, spun around a few times, and landed at her feet.