Yu Fanghua only felt as if her heart was suddenly strangled by thin threads, tightly entangled, and those thin threads were strung into her flesh and blood, gradually making her unable to breathe.

She suddenly remembered what happened at her grandmother's house on her seventeenth birthday.

She and Ruan Jingwei have the same birthday

That Tian Xiaofen looked at her gaze, warm and scary.

In such a hot weather, cold sweat broke out on her back layer by layer.

She found herself approaching a terrible secret, but she did not dare to touch it, she did not dare to reveal it.

Fu Xuejiao glanced at her expression carefully, lowered her eyes again, and a glimmer of light in her eyes floated by, and gradually returned to calm.

Yu Fanghua's palms were full of fine sweat, she clenched Fu Xuejiao's arm, she heard her voice trembling, full of confusion and uneasiness: "Aunt Fu, when my mother gave birth, did you accompany her from beginning to end, did you ever walk away halfway?"

Fu Xuejiao frowned, trying to recall, and after a while, she spoke very slowly, as if she finally thought of those old things: "I remember, Jinyu and I were both drenched in heavy rain and frightened, and after the peasant woman's house was settled, their family went out to find a doctor in the rain, leaving the peasant woman and the two of us at home."

"Later, Jinyu was about to give birth, I went out to get hot water halfway, and when I came back, I saw you giving birth bloody."

Yu Fanghua's fingers clenched tighter and tighter, and the hollow pitch black in her eyes made people feel creepy.

Fu Xuejiao gently took away Yu Fanghua's fingers that were holding her arm and held them in her palm: "Fanghua, your mother really suffered a lot when she gave birth to you, she has a soft heart, she is kind, and she is very close to her juniors, so it is reasonable that she likes that Ruan Jingwei." ”

"Aunt Fu, don't say it, I know it in my heart"

Yu Fanghua smiled strongly: "You are right, it is mine, it is mine, I will not let people ride on my head anymore." ”

Fu Xuejiao patted her hand gently: "You are a mother and daughter, broken bones and tendons, no matter how confused Jinyu is, she will not hurt her biological daughter, don't you say?" ”

Yu Fanghua just smiled bitterly, Fu Xuejiao's biological daughter was really prickly.

In fact, she may be the daughter of the so-called Jiangcheng peasant woman.

After all, she had seen how ruthless and cruel that Jiangcheng peasant woman was to her own 'biological daughter'.

Therefore, such a woman, even if she does something intolerable, will not surprise people.

Fu Xuejiao has a saying that is very right, everyone has their own fate, since God has destined her to be the daughter of the Yu family from the moment she was born, then she is the daughter of the Yu family.

No one wants to change

Li Shenheng looked at the few blood marks on Jingwei's arm, he had been frowning, carefully eliminated the poison and applied ointment, and saw that the blood was no longer oozing, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that he is more worried about Jingwei's state at this moment.

She hadn't said a word since she left the classroom.

She didn't shed any more tears, but that appearance really made him feel distressed.

Li Shenheng looked at her silently for a while, then stood up and left the room, he went to the living room to make a call, and quickly turned back.

The kitchen made honey lemon tea, and the maid brought it in and quietly withdrew, and Li Shenheng took the warm tea and fed it to Jingwei to drink.

"If you still feel sad, just cry out, cry, maybe you will feel better."

Li Shenheng held the little girl with red eyebrows in his arms: "I behaved so well today, we originally said that we would celebrate, and Song Mi'er is also waiting for your news, do you want to meet her first and let her rest assured?" ”

The little girl who hadn't spoken all the time finally spoke: "I almost forgot that Mi'er was still waiting for me"

"Then go wash your face, let's dress up and go out to eat, okay?"

Jingwei saw Li Shenheng's gentle and concerned gaze, and the warmth in her heart gradually melted away those solid ice.

What is there to complain about, 99% of parents in the world are like this, and if she becomes a parent in the future, she will probably be willing to bow her head for the sake of her children.

Xie Jinyu doesn't know anything, she complains about her like this, annoys her, but it's actually unfair to her.

Jingwei worked hard to adjust her mentality, at least, Political Commissar Yu was going to treat her as a closed disciple, and she still felt a little comforted in her heart.

After all, children in this world are the same, and they all want to be proud of their parents.

She is not a god, and she is no exception.

Li Shenheng This is the first time to take Jingwei to the dynasty.

The relationship between the two is not public, and there are not many places to go, a super club like the dynasty, which pays the most attention to the identity of the guests and **, without worrying that their whereabouts will be exposed, it is very safe and hidden.

And the imperial capital is not a young lady from a top wealthy family, so it is impossible to set foot in it.

Get off the car quietly and enter the elevator, and the elevator leads directly to the luxury box that the Li family has chartered all year round in the dynasty.

Song Mi'er was already waiting a little anxious, and in the end, she simply turned out the script given to her by her agent and read it boredly.

The current TV and movie industry is really boring, modern dramas are not the cheating of the bloody mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, the third child, or something, it is the so-called youthful inspirational and active struggle and then inherit the father's tens of millions of assets and succeed in starting a business.

She actually likes costume dramas, but the current costume dramas are not bloody, the so-called heroine is inspirational and counterattacking, but she still fell in love and relied on the support of the male protagonist all the way to the top.

Can't you make a good film of a big heroine counterattack drama without a male lead?

Song Mi'er held her cheeks, and pointed her sharp fingers at the black words on the script, it's boring, it's boring.

She wants to write a bewitching and slutty heroine who doesn't follow the usual path, doesn't follow the usual path, beats the slut, kicks the scumbag, and finally ascends to the queen's throne, and collects a bunch of scripts for male pets

After several scripts were over, Song Mi'er only barely fell in love with one of them.

After she returned to China, her popularity became more and more high, but she never attended any variety shows or received any performances, and the scripts of TV dramas and movies flew over like snowflakes, but she and her team were very careful in their selection, and they must make the first shot when they return to China.

Lest those boring media and melon-eating masses pay attention all day long to when the side plot of the eighty-episode dog-blood series of her and her scumbag ex-boyfriend will be launched!