In the past, Chen Xinrao, even though she was pampered and petty, did not have such a perverted and vicious mind.

Since her fingers were cut off and her face was disfigured, her temperament has become treacherous day by day, and she is either thinking about how to harm people, or losing her temper at the medical staff, or grabbing herself over and over again to ask if she still loves her.

If she has a good temper and keeps the good of the old days, he will be able to take care of her for the rest of her life.

Just now...... He suddenly felt tired.

"What are you looking at?"

After accompanying Ning Weiwei to see the wedding dress yesterday, she slept exceptionally early, so when she came to the studio today, she was a little earlier than before.

The design department is all gathered here, so she can't help but get closer:

"It's looking at the wedding invitation of Miss Ning and Senior Brother Li......"

The remaining word "?" was swallowed back before it could be asked.

It's not an invitation, it's just a city A morning newspaper.

The headline in the newspaper is eye-catching:

"The Song Group ushered in an orthodox successor: Mrs. Song returned to China with her son."

On the paper printed with ink, Chen Xinxue, who was smiling happily with her son in her arms, looked at the camera decently and elegantly, as if she was a victor.

"Let me see."

The heartache could not be hidden, Mu Wan'an took the newspaper and carefully read the visit report, which wrote how Song Bingjue was deeply in love with her, and how his son's mediocre return made him ecstatic.

When mentioning the predecessor of "Mu Goodnight", Chen Xinxue's answer can also be called leaky:

"Men, especially successful men, will always have some women attached to them. It used to be because I wasn't with him, but now that I'm back, I don't think there's any reason for them to keep pestering him. ”

Her existence, like Chen Xinxue and Jiang Ning, was easily attributed to "some women".

Didn't get the information she wanted from this newspaper, Mu Wan'an sighed, looked at his colleagues who were looking at him with concern, and barely showed a smile:

"What are you staring at me for? In life, where can you meet perfect people? ”

"Song Bingjue is really too scummy!"

For a long time, a girl who once regarded Song Bingjue as her idol couldn't help but be angry:

"What did he think of Goodnight Sister? A casual thing? ”

"Sister Goodnight, we see how good you are to him and how good you are to his child...... You're such a nice person! ”

The rest of the designers couldn't help but hug her upset, and Mu Wan'an listened to their words left and right, and couldn't help but show a wry smile:

"You're all new to college, so you've idealized your life."

The story of a senior sister and senior that I heard a long time ago quietly came to mind, and Mu Wan'an said lightly:

"I know a senior sister, she and her boyfriend are childhood sweethearts, the two have no guesses, and the relationship is also very good. We all envied her at the time. ”

When I was a teenager, I had this kind of stable happiness, and even if I could see the bottom at a glance in this life, it didn't seem to matter.

"And then? Are they together? ”

The story seems to have a tragic flavor from the start - the two little guesses always feel too unrealistic.

"They broke up after a successful startup."

In fact, this ending is really embarrassing, Mu Wan'an remembered that when he was in his senior year, he saw in the bubble tea shop near the school, the senior sister who was still beautiful but alone, and couldn't help sighing:

"With angel financing for his mentor's startup project, success is just around the corner, and he will become the youngest and most successful entrepreneur in the country – and of course, he is now. It's just that the people who accompanied him all the way have already left. ”

"How so? Did the boy cheat? Caught raped in bed? ”

The girl with "I know that men don't have a good thing" written all over her face clenched her fists angrily:

"If I were that senior sister, I would definitely take revenge on me!"

"Otherwise, how can I say that you are still inexperienced."

couldn't help laughing, Mu Wan'an's expression was a little distant, "Senior sister said that it was she who proposed to break up, and there was no quarrel and no cheating." She just felt that the person she was now was no longer the person she wanted at that time. ”

The people present were stunned for a long time, and after a long time, the girl asked stupidly:

"How so? Clearly...... Obviously, after so many years, Mingming has gone through so many hardships together......"

"I couldn't figure it out before. How difficult is it for a relationship to last, and why do some people say that they break up and break up? ”

Thinking of his feelings of reluctance at that time, a helpless and desolate smile appeared on Mu Wan's face:

"I think when the relationship deteriorates, some people will not be able to let go, but it is because the sunk cost is too high. However, the right thing to do is to stop the loss in time. ”

The whole office was silent, and the ignorant little girl also hung her head as if she was thinking about something.

Mu Wan'an put down the newspaper, clapped his hands to bring them back to their senses, and cheered up:

"Students, from seniors like us, what you have to learn is that instead of wasting time in love, it is better to work hard and make money. The lover may be far away from you, but the money will not~"

Seeing that she was still in the mood to laugh and joke, everyone was also relieved and said:

"We thought that Sister Goodnight would be addicted to the love between men and women and couldn't extricate herself...... It's that we're overthinking. ”

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, and Mu Wannight also packed up his mood, and when he was about to go back to the office, he bumped into Song Jiajia head-on.

Song Jiajia, who was wearing a professional outfit, stared at her with a disapproving face, her eyes were extremely sharp, and she could see that people were very weak.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

With a weak heart, he pulled the hair on both sides behind his ears, and Mu Wan'an had a faint smile on his face:

"Aren't you working today?"

"Work is not as important as yours, I have something I want to talk to you about."

There was obvious resistance on her face, and Song Jiajia sighed, "There are some things you have to face, good night, I'm for your good." ”

The wind on the rooftop was as strong as ever, blowing people's hair messily and their eyes almost couldn't open.

"Say whatever you want."

"Because of a Song Bingjue, do you want to be depressed to such a point?"

Her eyes were complicated and indescribable, Song Jiajia thought about it for a long time, and then spoke cautiously:

"You should know that there are many good men in this world, and there are also many lovers who grow old. When I met Song Bingjue, I couldn't say anything. ”

"I'm still looking forward to relationships, I just don't want to commit to a new relationship so soon."

I didn't expect what she was going to say about this, Mu Wan'an unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, she looked at the cityscape in front of her that was like haze blue, and seemed to be wrapped in a faint smoke, with a smile in the corner of her eyes:

"I wondered, did I study hard and go abroad just to find a good partner? Was the first ten years of my life just paving the way for my later marriage? It's horrible. ”

"You still need someone to accompany you in the end."

Although she didn't say it explicitly, the meaning in her words was already obvious, and Song Jiajia couldn't figure out what state she was in now, so she could only say vaguely:

"A friend may be able to accompany you a long way, but there is always no one to be close to you."

"Maybe."

did not deny her words, Mu Wan'an lowered his eyes, and the smile on his face still did not change:

"Take a walk and look at a paragraph, if everything is thought out in front, what's the point?"

Listening to what she meant, it didn't seem to be so decisive, Song Jiajia breathed a sigh of relief, and then said:

"You suddenly talked about the senior sister, I really feel unlucky when I hear it. If you're like Sister Jingyu...... What about our friends who have always cared about you? ”

"Do you think I'm saying these things irrationally?"

As soon as Senior Sister Jingyu was mentioned, Mu Wanye's expression became more and more dull, and there was a soberness in her eyes after enlightenment:

"I've never had such a clear idea of what I want to do in life, I know what kind of life I want to live, and I know that there are people I have to do...... Jiajia, thank you for caring so much about me, but I'm not a kid anymore. ”

The corners of his eyes and eyebrows were a little red, but the expression of his eyebrows was extremely cold, Mu Wan'an held Song Jiajia's hand, perhaps because they had been standing in the wind for a long time, their hands were extremely cold.

took Pingping to the children's hospital in City A, Chen Xinxue's always calm and proud face appeared anxious for the first time, and she asked the doctor with the medical records in front of her:

"Doctor, what's wrong with my child? Is there any cure for this disease? ”

"Hmm...... This disease should be carefully nurtured from an early age, and if it is carefully cared for for ten years, his physique should be better at this age. ”

The condition is not optimistic, and when the doctor faces this most noble woman in the whole city of A, he still has reservations in his tone:

"As things stand, his physical condition is really a bit unsatisfactory."

"He is the son of Song Bingjue, do you understand what this means?"

hugged the child in her arms tightly, Chen Xinxue's face was distressed and threatening:

"If you can save it, you can save it, and if you can't save it, you have to do it with all your might. What herbs are precious, what medicines can sustain life, bring them all to me! As long as I can keep my mediocrity...... As long as you keep him, the price is yours! ”

"It's not about the price......"

The doctor had a drop of sweat running across his head, and he felt that he couldn't make sense with her, so he could only take a step back and say:

"I said, your child was born with a lack of fetus, and after birth, he was not carefully cared for, so he is so weak...... This is a question of the level of development of medical technology, and it has nothing to do with money. ”