Ying'er was lying on Zhang Mingrui's lap, her loose pajamas and fair skin looming. Zhang Mingrui's hand stopped above her cheek, and he hesitated! Is warmth necessary, at such times?

Ying'er took Zhang Mingrui's hand and put his hand on his face, down and down again.

Zhang Mingrui jerked back his hand like an electric shock, and he stood up restlessly.

Ying'er was still squatting on the ground, and two lines of tears naturally fell from the corners of her eyes, silently. She pulled out a black garbage bag from under the couch with a dead knot tied on it. She proudly lifted the garbage bag and swayed it in the air, with an inscrutable look on her face, crying and laughing.

Zhang Mingrui didn't seem to care, he grabbed his coat and prepared to go out, Ying'er said softly: "Your records in the drug rehabilitation center, and some wonderful photos." ”

Zhang Mingrui turned his head mechanically and looked at Ying'er: "You..."

Ying'er: "I also know a doctor friend, he can provide me with a urine test, the results..."Ying'er wiped her tears as she walked towards Zhang Mingrui, "It depends on your attitude towards me!" I'm not going! ”

Zhang Mingrui froze in place, he was shocked by the woman in front of him. He has always only known Ying'er's meanness, which is why he fell in love with her in the first place. Being mean makes a person fresh and alive. However, to this extent, it is 108,000 miles away from these two words. He chose it himself, and jumped down a rabbit hole of a beautiful dream, but he wasn't Cinderella.

Ying'er threw out the garbage bag at will, and returned to the posture when Zhang Mingrui entered the door before.

Ying'er: "You specially chose the Fifth Avenue Business Hotel to hold a banquet, isn't it just to prepare for financing?" Who doesn't know that First Avenue to Fifth Avenue are your dad's. Ying'er sneered, "Luxury display can best reflect a person's sadness, and you have been doing a good job of this." ”

Zhang Mingrui kicked open the black plastic bag at his feet, angrily moved the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the entrance to Ying'er, and stood it in front of Ying'er.

Ying'er fiddled with her messy hair and smiled in the mirror.

Ying'er: "Can I go..."

Zhang Mingrui: "No! ”

Mrs. Lu lay quietly on the bed, like an old tree spirit, quiet but full of horror.

Her eyes were rolling, and she couldn't open them. Can a scorpion trapped in a dark swamp still struggle? There has never been a mother in the process of raising a child, will think in advance, if one day the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, how will she behave so that it will not be too abrupt? How to deal with the loss of a child? How should this huge inheritance be distributed? How do you balance the anger in everyone's heart? How to keep your thoughts and emotions normal?

She didn't want to open her eyes, so she lay there until God sent a solution.

When Zhong Xiaojing heard Zhang Mingyao's words, she relaxed. She sat down, crossed her legs, picked up a walnut and tools, and peeled them. Make a crisp sound.

Zhong Xiaojing: "Your father is the guarantor of the company, and all the executives and wives of the Zhang Group are consulting at the public relations company you want to visit. ”

Zhang Mingyao's mind was blank, and she didn't believe what she had just heard.

Zhong Xiaojing: "You also know some people, find someone to check, and you'll know!" ”

Zhong Xiaojing posed as a victor and chewed walnuts.

Zhong Xiaojing: "Walnuts are a good thing. She peeled some and put it in the bowl, pushing it a little in the direction of Zhang Mingyao.

"These were your favorite foods when you were a kid..."

Zhang Mingyao: "Shut up!" ”

Bang! The door was closed, and only Zhong Xiaojing was left in Nuoda's house. No matter how many clothes, shoes, and bags she bought, she couldn't fill the house. It's too big, it's scary.

Zhong Xiaojing looked around the living room, the table was covered with potted plants, and the largest orange tree at the door had already produced small fruits. She stood in front of the orange tree, picked up scissors and frantically cut off the fruit.

"Evil fruit, evil fruit, evil fruit..."

Like a witch casting spells, she recites her spells.

Zhang Mingyao stood on the side of the street, feeling uneasy, holding the USB flash drive in his hand. There will be a way, this big tree with intricate roots will definitely grow again. She flagged down a taxi.

"Fifth Avenue Business Hotel."

Zhang Tianming pushed open the door, Zhang Mingyao glanced at the grandmother on the hospital bed, and the two came in softly.

Zhang Mingyao: "What did the doctor say?" ”

Zhang Tianming: "Stroke and cerebral hemorrhage, currently in a coma. Take care of yourself and you'll wake up in a few days. ”

Zhang Mingyao grinned, getting louder and louder. Zhang Tianming looked around and stopped Zhang Mingyao.

Zhang Tianming: "Sister Ming Yao, don't... Don't do this! ”

Zhang Mingyao stared at the dead old woman on the bed and slowly approached. She remembered that thunderstorm night, remembered the little dark room, remembered the smile she slapped herself...

Zhang Mingyao said viciously: "Tell Dr. Li that she is not worth spending energy on treatment!" ”

Zhang Mingyao turned around and pulled Zhang Tianming out and went straight to the second floor.