Manla watched Uncle walk out of the room, stunned for a while, picked up the phone, and dialed the number of the butterfly. Hearing the hoarse voice of the painted butterfly, she said gloomily: "Sure enough, I haven't rested yet...... Draw butterflies, don't worry, it's all arranged here. I have already agreed with the fifth president that as soon as you arrive in the Forbidden City tomorrow, you will take the bus directly to the hospital. I have already coordinated everything at the hospital, and my uncle will be waiting for you in the hospital. I'll take care of some things, and I'll rush over. ”

Painted Butterfly was on the other side of the phone, and when she heard a familiar voice, she couldn't help but cry. Choked up and said, "Well, the fifth president has already told me." Sister Manla...... I didn't take good care of my aunt, and Zhicong will definitely blame me. Sister Manla, why do you say that my aunt is so pitiful......"

Manla took a deep breath, endured her sadness, and comforted the butterfly: "Butterfly, be good." I never blame you, you did a great job. The fifth always was not around, let him answer the phone. ”

Butterfly was reluctant to hand over the phone, but she never refused Manla's request. She sobbed a few times, but still handed the phone to Fifth Zhenhao, who was also resting beside her.

Fifth Zhenhao was also a little anxious at this time, and said: "We are still in the hospital, and the old man is not aware of his condition now. But when the old man saw that we were going to take her to the Forbidden City, he probably guessed something, and kept asking questions. ”

When Manla heard this, her eyes turned red, and her voice trembled slightly: "You help me take care of the butterfly, she has endured too much." Auntie's side, I want you to worry more. As long as the old man doesn't know the truth, he is still easy to fool. Take people to the Forbidden City first, and the rest is easy to say...... Thank you for this time. ”

Fifth Zhenhao was a little angry when he heard this, and said: "Whose business is this, you said this." Painted butterfly is your sister, I am her brother, our own family, thank you. ”

Manla couldn't say anything for a while, so she groaned for a while and said, "In the afternoon, I told you that I would wait for you in the hospital. Tomorrow I have to deal with a very important matter, and my uncle will wait for you in the hospital for me. ”

Fifth Zhenhao was a little worried that Manla would be in trouble when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Is the matter troublesome, do you need my help?" ”

Manla smiled reluctantly and said, "Don't bother, I've already arranged it." Old man and painting butterflies, I'll leave it to you. ”

Fifth Zhenhao said again: "Don't worry, I will take care of it properly." If you ask a little question, you can ask me. ”

Manla was a little moved and said, "Thank you, I'll go to the hospital tomorrow when I take care of things." We'll see you tomorrow and rest early. After speaking, he said goodbye to the fifth Zhenhao and hung up the phone.

Manra looked at the time, it was already one o'clock in the morning. She is now completely insomnia and completely troubled by a kind of intertwined emotion. It was the first time in years that she had done so, and for the first time she had been completely unable to identify who she really was.

Is it the former Liu Zhicong of Eye City? Is it Soguera, the successor of the Zheng Group? Is it Manla, the daughter of Uncle Suradi?

She felt like she was all and neither. Did Yoo Zhicong's mother have cancer and let herself trigger the switch of self-disorientation? Was it Ah Kun's sudden appearance that brought him back to that night, causing him to have nightmares and lose himself? It seems to be both, and it seems to be neither.

Manra leaned back on the couch wearily, turned her head sideways, and looked out the window. One of the most prosperous areas of the Third Ring Road of the Forbidden City, with geometric lines, is illuminated by lights. This light makes the night bright and full of temptation, and he is gloomy as iron, and he is lifeless. She still had a very important wish that had not been fulfilled, and she could not let this nothingness continue to spread. With all her might, she stood up and walked to the closet.

She took out a men's suit, took off her shirt, skillfully changed into it, and stood in front of the mirror, smiling bitterly. She spread out her collar and looked obsessively at the butterfly tattoo on the top of her left breast, as if she were looking at a dreamy dream. This is a kind of yearning, a kind of greed, a kind of intoxication, and a kind of reluctance.

Every time I am lost, this series of behaviors will rekindle myself, full of anticipation for the world, and full of passion and fighting spirit. However, this time it no longer worked, and she was only sad at this time. is like a poet who looks at the remnants of plum with residual blood in his mouth, his eyes are melancholy, and he is lonely.

A year ago, she returned to this familiar land as a stranger. It took a year for people who were once familiar with her to get acquainted with her again and her new identity - Manla, the female president of Zheng's Group.

The main purpose of Manla's return is to find a guardian for Liu Zhicong's girlfriend Peng Huadie, open up a smooth sailing future for Huadie, and create a happy world for Huadie. As a result, Manla invested in Zuo's Group and acquired Zuo's Group. It's just that Huadie is obsessed with realizing her and Liu Zhicong's dream and starting her own business to create a peach blossom paradise in the city. As a result, Manla helped Huadie build her business territory, helped her raise funds, and helped her open up top business contacts such as the Fifth Group.

Among them, what Manla values most is that she has found the most suitable guardian for Huadie, and will take care of Huadie instead of Liu Zhicong for the rest of her life. She created an opportunity for Huadie and this guardian, the fifth Zhenhao, the president of the Fifth Group, to get closer, go well, and succeed. Although it has not yet succeeded, Manla has the confidence to fulfill this wish.

For Liu Zhicong's parents, Manla acquiesced in the decision to draw butterflies - to fulfill filial piety to his parents instead of Liu Zhicong and send off the second old man to the end.

All this planning and implementation are under Manla's control. Even, after she met Ah Kun again, she had a plan to implement it, so that this gambler would be punished as he deserved. But how did she end up like this today?

She didn't know, in fact, it was just that she was tired. Some things, as strong as her, will also be powerless. This is the fate of hers, and so is the fate of others. The stubbornness in her bones is very similar to Uncle Suladi, and more like Mrs. Zheng. She wasn't acting, she was living as herself. This is an interesting phenomenon, a person has been acting for a long time, and the fake drama is really done. When she is truly herself, she feels like she is acting.

As if she knew this again, she took off her men's suit and seriously looked at her ketones again. She is Manra, she was, is, and will be.

Who am I?

I'm me!

I am Manla, the president of Zheng Group, and I came to the mainland to find a guardian for the butterfly and create a happy world for her. I am the creator of the world now, and I am the author of my destiny. I will stick to my contract and lead the Zheng Group to defeat the Han Group once and for all. A person is lucky to have one wish in his life, but I have two.

The gloom in Manla's heart is gradually fading, and she is gradually regaining her former glory. She put on her black satin walnut-patterned pajamas again, exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and inhaled a breath of fresh air fiercely, her eyes full of soft charm.

She walked to the bed, gently lifted the quilt, and lay down comfortably in the soft harbor, the quilt covering the full life. She now needs to regain her energy and recuperate her mental .......

She's going to meet tomorrow, the end of the world she once was......