"Dad, what did you say? Compensate? What did I do wrong and need to compensate her?" An Zimo sat up straight with a little excitement, and explained fiercely: "I said that she didn't push her, this child's death has nothing to do with me, how many times do you want me to say it, do you believe it?!"

An Zhicheng was unusual, and said calmly: "Okay, even if you didn't push her, she did fall downstairs because of a quarrel with you, didn't she?"

Zimo didn't speak, she just bit her lip and looked at him, the displeasure on her face overflowing.

Seeing this, An Zhicheng followed and said: "Since you also admit that there is a factor for you, then let's compensate her a little, you two are sisters, don't be estranged because of such a thing." Besides, we're talking to the Liang family, aren't we?

The man's bitter words made Zimo just want to sneer, and she did purse her lips and sneered, rubbed her somewhat dizzy head with one hand, and sneered: "Is it that Meng Wanwan has taken a fancy to my house, so you want to say it on purpose?"

gave her the house, the first one, is equivalent to acquiescing in his unshirkable responsibility for her miscarriage, so it will not be as simple as An Zhicheng said. The second satisfies Meng Wanwan's idea of wanting to change to a bigger house Since Meng Wanwan knew that she had this villa in her hand, she whispered in An Zhicheng's ear for a long time, wanting a small villa of 200 square meters, but this kind of small bungalow built in the middle of the villa has never been implemented in the future, and there is no way to meet this requirement, so Meng Wanwan also secretly cut her small dress for this reason.

Zimo directly refused, "This house was left by my grandfather, I can't give it to her, my father has so many houses in his hands, and he doesn't have to ask me to have this."

An Zhicheng couldn't help muttering to himself in his heart: But she just wants this in your hand, what can you say that you can watch the scenery of the villa at night...

Seeing Zimo's non-negotiable appearance, An Zhicheng couldn't help but be angry, no longer talking nicely, but directly picked up the document at hand, walked straight to Zimo, took her hand and bit it hard, and was about to press it up.

"If you don't sign today, you have to sign!

Zimo didn't expect An Zhicheng to have such a robber-like move, he was stunned for a moment, and then desperately struggled to refuse, "No, I don't sign, you let me go..."

An Zhicheng's face was hideous, and he pressed her hand down, "You, give me, press!"

Just when Zimo struggled to no avail, and was about to press it by An Zhicheng, there was a sound of explosion at the door.

"What is this doing! Let her go!

"Lingcheng?"

An Zhicheng looked up, it was Lianglingcheng, who he hadn't seen for a long time, his hands were subconsciously loosened, and he stumbled and explained: "This, this is all a mistake....

And Zimo struggled violently due to her emotional excitement just now, coupled with the fact that she had not rested well in the past few days, and as soon as An Zhicheng let go, she couldn't stand up slightly, and the whole person fell to the right.

"Zimo!

Liang Lingcheng exclaimed, and immediately ran quickly. stepped forward and caught the woman who was about to land." ...

Due to inertia, when Liang Lingcheng caught Zimo, his left shoulder landed on the ground, and then his elbow hit the ground all of a sudden, his brows were frowning in pain, his hands were numb, and he almost let go of his hand.

"Lingcheng?"

The familiar smell of grass came from the wing of his nose, Zimo opened his eyes with difficulty, and suddenly crashed into a pair of lake-blue gentle eyes.

Liang Lingcheng looked at her and said with a smile: "It's me, Zimo, I'm back!"

How did he know that after Zimo was sure that it was Liang Lingcheng, he suddenly broke free from his embrace, stood up with great difficulty, then sat back on the soft chair, and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?" Didn't you have a good time in S City?"

Thinking that the woman was angry that he was late, Liang Lingcheng smiled, stepped forward to take her hand, and patiently coaxed: "Don't be angry, something happened when I was about to leave a few days ago, and I dealt with it urgently, which delayed the time to return to Xicheng."

But Zimo withdrew his hand, still looked at each other coldly, and replied lightly: "If you're busy, it's okay if you don't come."

The woman's cold attitude made Liang Lingcheng frown, did he do something wrong? Why is it that in just a few days, the little woman is so cold to this?

Before he could figure it out, An Zhicheng, who was on the side, couldn't help but secretly roll the documents in his hand into a roll, wiped his sweat, and greeted him in the tone of an elder, "Lingcheng, you're here." It just so happens that Zimo has been taking care of her mother for the past two days and refuses to go home, you persuade her to go home and rest for a few days, my nurse here has already been hired, don't worry.

He tried to change the topic, and sure enough, when Liang Lingcheng heard this, he immediately looked up at Zimo, the dark circles under her eyes could almost be dragged to her chin, and her brows couldn't help but wrinkle deeper.

An Zhicheng's hypocritical concern made Zimo couldn't help but sneer, and when she noticed Liang Lingcheng's concerned gaze, she quickly turned her head away and said in a low voice: "No, I don't worry about others taking care of me."

An Zhicheng spread his hands and sneered: "This, you see. Alas!" looks like there's nothing you can do with her.

Taking in Zimo's eyes, Liang Lingcheng got up quietly, and suddenly asked in a deep voice: "I don't know what Mr. An is going to force her to do when he dragged Zimo just now?"

His face was slightly ugly, and his words became a little aggressive, obviously, he sprinkled all the anger in his heart on the man, and even the one who should have been called Uncle An was called Mr. An.....

Unexpectedly, he still remembered what happened just now, An Zhicheng's hand behind his back tightened, and sneered: "No, there is no coercion, it must be that you just saw the fork."

Liang Lingcheng's eyes were like torches, and he replied with a smile: "Mr. An, I am only twenty-nine, and my eyesight is very good." If I'm not mistaken, you probably want her to press her mudras, right?'

When he helped her up just now, he clearly saw the red mark on the woman's hand.

His words were firm, and Zimo couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

Unexpectedly, this man just glanced at it and remembered it, An Zhicheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly couldn't get off the stage, but in front of the man's strong momentum, he had to admit it curtly, "Yes, it's a document."

Liang Lingcheng frowned, and asked, "What document?" Zimo is obviously so reluctant that you want to let her sign by holding her hand?

... An Zhicheng didn't expect him to say it so bluntly, leaving no room at all, and he suddenly choked

After a while, the man looked at him unrelentingly, and he briefly recounted what had happened a few days ago

"You see, it's just such a house, she doesn't disagree, isn't it cost-effective to give a house to settle things? And there are no cheap outsiders, it's like her sister!" An Zhicheng took a shower and Lingcheng said, with dissatisfaction with Zimo in every sentence.

Zimo's cold voice sounded, and he reminded again: "That is the dowry left to me by my grandfather!"