Gu Dongran interjected, "That's right, Guanyin, you have to take care, in fact, the president hasn't slept all night, and he is still running around, and he is even more tired." ”

Lin Guanyin came to his senses, "Tingying, I'm fine, then you can rest first." ”

She almost forgot that tiredness, jolting, anxiety, and nervousness are all more likely to lead to angina attacks.

Ye Tingying strode towards the elevator and waved his hand backwards to prevent Gu Dongran from following.

Back in the suite, he bent over, his hands clutched to his chest, and gasped for air like a fish on the beach that had run out of water.

The pain in his heart was only more than three minutes, and soon, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, straightened his waist, and kicked directly on the ground in the bedroom.

This place holds many of his fondest memories.

For the first time, he picked her up here; For the first time I dined with her here, kissed; For the first time, we talked to each other here; For the first time, the two of them started talking here.

Except for the one three years ago, he and Tang Zhuque have spent a lot of time here.

Squinting his eyes, Ye Tingying even recalled that the woman's little face was dyed with a thin layer of red, and her body trembled to meet his Suo. Fetch -

Could it be that he and Qin Wei'er are happy. Love that scene, is it really so unforgivable? Tang Zhuque, that woman, was so determined to kill his son.

Ye Tingying took off all his clothes, shoes and socks, and collapsed on the bed, he hugged another somewhat cold pillow and sniffed vigorously.

He kept sniffing until he vaguely sniffed out the unique fragrance of white tea-flavored shampoo, and then he hooked his lips with satisfaction and smiled lightly.

Soon, hugging the pillow in his arms, he closed his eyes and slept peacefully.

***

The secret room, with only snow-white walls, was empty except for the large soft bed, and there was not even a spare warm quilt.

Tang Zhuqueque lay on his side, constantly shaking his head, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and crying, "Sister, don't die, don't throw down the little finch—"

After a few screams, her hands and feet almost shrunk into a ball, she struggled to wake up from the nightmare, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

She dreamed of her bloody sister; Dream about going back to that car accident; I dreamed of many things from the past; I dreamed of my sister's last words.

Many years ago, the bloody and terrifying scene separated from her sister Tang Zhuying's life and death suddenly flashed through her mind, and tears followed.

At that time, she was just four years old and had just learned to speak, but she spoke with a little curled tongue, and people with bad ears might not be able to hear her clearly.

Her parents said that when she was a child, her brain was not very good, she was not very good at arithmetic, she was not very good at walking, and she was not even very good at pronouncing English words.

Of course, her grades in all subjects are the last in kindergarten, and she has never received praise from young and beautiful teachers and deans.

What she hates the most is that not only are her grades not good, but she is also very bold.

That time, I was tricked by a male classmate into sitting on the swing chair, and the swing chair kept swaying, as if it was about to swing into the air.

She was so frightened that she cried loudly, and she couldn't grasp the rope with both hands, so she fell straight down, fell on the grass, and fell into the mud.

Because she was as timid as a mouse, she fell on a swing and gnawed mud, not only in the orphanage, but even in the key elementary school next door.

Many little boys are too naughty, always using excuses to block the way, make faces, and make fun of her and her sister.

After every class, my sister would always run to the snack street near the elementary school, buy her some glutinous rice balls, and coax her not to cry and not to be afraid.

The most ironic thing is that she only ate glutinous rice balls more than ten times, but she replaced her sister's precious life.

According to the teachers, my sister was running over a bulky truck full of trees when she was crossing the street.

That year, there were many men and women around.

They pointed and talked passionately, but no one stepped forward to lend a helping hand to the two sisters.

Those crowds were judging one after another, trying to see some controversial movie or drama.

But that scene on the street wasn't a movie, a drama, it was a bloody, life-and-death car accident scene.

Back then, holding her sister covered in blood, she only remembered crying and crying, crying, "Uncle, aunt, help my sister, please, help, save my sister-"

She didn't like to cry since she was a child, and for the first time, she cried like that, crying until she was physically and mentally exhausted, but no one wanted to care about her, and people avoided her instead.

She cried until her voice was hoarse, and at the end she cried only a hoarse cry, and no more tears.

Under the wheels, my sister was lying in a pool of blood, and the blood was blooming like a flower, constantly gushing out of her body rapidly, and my sister must have been in pain at that time.

It's just that my sister didn't cry like herself, nor did she make any shouts, the big black and shiny eyes looked at her, and told angrily, "Little finch, in the future, you have to watch the car when you cross the street, yes, you have to obediently listen to Daddy Mommy's words, study hard, to-"

Before she could finish speaking, her dying sister closed her big black eyes and passed out.

That day, in the hospital, the grandfather, who had always been kind and amiable, was angry and painful, lifted her, slapped her buttocks, and beat her up.

Grandpa didn't stay strong, and he started very hard.

Grandpa smacked her ass hard while crying and scolding, "It's not you crybaby, dumb goods, it's all your fault for your sister to die, I'm going to beat you to death, you nasty stupid girl-"

Although her ass was hot and painful and she was beaten red, she didn't cry because she had already cried and cried to her heart's content.

Crying doesn't have any effect, no matter how much you cry, some things can never change, and my sister will leave.

Since she was a child, her sister has been smart and well-behaved, sensible and filial, and her grandfather naturally dotes on her sister very much.

My sister is gone, and my grandfather is heartbroken, which is inevitable.

In the future, no matter how grandpa embarrasses her and how he gives her white eyes, she will not resent or cry.

She doesn't hate her grandfather, because she has already hated herself!

How can a person who even hates herself care about other people's resentment towards her!

Since her sister wants her to study hard, then she has to study hard.

Since that day, she has been holding books all day long, gnawing on rolling melons, and reciting those English poems, stories, and prose backwards.

The principle of making up for clumsiness is very real!

Since returning from the Children's Sunshine Centre, she has been in primary school, and in less than two years, her grades have improved by leaps and bounds, and since then, she has been at the top of her list.

Many relatives, elders, parents, grandfathers, grandmothers, teachers, and even some classmates have changed their opinion of her, but they just keep praising her.

Facing those who gave a thumbs up and kept praising themselves, Tang Zhuque smiled slightly, looked shy, and replied sweetly: Thank you for your encouragement, I will continue to work hard.

She said such polite words many times, and she always had to practice every time she took a quiz and after the exam.

is only eight years old, so young, she already knows how to force a smile.

It's just that after her sister left, she never was happy in her heart, nor did she really laugh, even if she ate glutinous rice balls.

Sometimes, when she is awakened by a nightmare and thinks of her sister, she will want to cry bitterly, but her heart is always painful, and she can't cry enough.

The death of her sister deprived her of the instinctive reaction to cry and vent.

At the age of 16, in the college entrance examination, she was sent to Harvard University, a world-famous institution of higher learning, with excellent grades for many years.

This kind of beautiful thing, in Haisha City, is absolutely unprecedented and unprecedented.

Harvard Business School, under the Ivy League, gathers a large group of students from all over the world.

Those students have achieved brilliant results in the past, and the intelligence they embody is even more commendable.

And she, a girl from China who was just recommended by the school to study abroad, is like an ant on campus at Harvard Business School, small and inconspicuous.

When some alumni were busy with love and fun, she soaked in the sea of books, followed famous enterprises linked to the college, and participated in various business activities.

Because, my sister's last words to her were: study hard!

There is no standard for these four words, and there is no substantial comparability.

Tang Zhuque is studious and obsessive, reaching the point of madness.

She listened attentively to lectures, raced against time to read books, read newspapers, analyze cases, write case reports, carry out academic discussions with senior figures in the business circle, and organize exchanges.

Sometimes, she forgot that she still had to eat; Sometimes, she only sleeps four or five hours a day; Sometimes, she can only take advantage of the leisure time before eating, bathing, and going to bed to call her parents and grandmother to send holiday greetings.

Day after day, she does not change rain or shine, and thunder does not move.

More than two years later, she was awarded the title of Honorary Associate Professor by Harvard Business School with full marks in all courses, active in the business circle, and outstanding business case analysis.

This incident is also rare news in Harvard University and Harvard Business School, which are at the top of the world's universities.

This shocking news was like a thunderclap, rumbling from the United States, the Harvard campus, all the way to China, and to Haisha City.

The people of Haisha City, who have always been addicted to money, snobbery, and poor academics, were also very surprised, and once again gave a thumbs up, and some even wanted to put up their big toes.

This thunderstorm blew up all over Haisha City, the suburbs, and the streets and alleys.

On the commendation party that returned to China, the pot-bellied Mayor Lin looked at her fair and beautiful little face, small eyes, and praised her as a genius beauty.

Tang Chaque, in Haisha, has an exaggerated and gorgeous reputation: a genius beauty.

This title, many people only called it for a year or two, after she got married, married Su Wenze, and many people even forgot her high education.

She was never a genius, and a lot of people weren't.

Genius, these two words can only be used to describe great people like Einstein, Beethoven and other great people who have made amazing contributions.

Not only is she not a genius, but she is also a crying, timid and insatiable fool, who killed her sister for a while.

Even if you study hard in the future, it won't help. R1152