The Jiang family

Jiang Yiting stood leaning against the window, her eyes looking into the distance without focus, her face expressionless, fixed there like a statue, motionless.

The world shrouded in dark clouds outside, just like her heart, was closed and dull, breathless, she couldn't help but sigh, could it be that God was sad for her?

After a long time, she stretched out her hand to push open the window, and the cold wind rushed in, making her shiver, as if only this cold and biting cold wind could make her feel that she still existed, and there was a feeling, and the chaotic and numb nerves were suddenly clear and smooth. Sit on the ground hunched up, legs folded, head buried in knees together.

Mother Jiang pushed the door in and saw her daughter sitting on the ground, and stepped forward to hug her, "Tingting, don't force yourself." ”

Seeing her like this, Jiang's mother was very distressed, although Jiang's was important, it was not as good as her only daughter, Jiang's was gone, she could recreate, she didn't want to sacrifice her daughter for anything, she hoped that her daughter could be happy.

When the couple founded Jiang's family, they just wanted to give their daughter a comfortable and comfortable life, but they didn't expect to worry about the child in the end, before she dropped out of school she didn't agree, scolded and scolded, and was reluctant to beat, seeing her accompany her every day to learn how to deal with and manage management, she knew that Tingting wanted to help herself share, and didn't want to make herself tired.

"Mommy, I'm fine." Jiang Yiting looked up and saw the emotion in her mother's eyes, she shook her head, and a very faint smile rose on the corner of her lips.

At tonight's dinner, Jiang's mother originally disagreed, but she couldn't bear the current situation, the Jiang family couldn't afford it, and she couldn't watch the Jiang family collapse. This is an opportunity, if it doesn't work, it would be good to leave with Tingting by herself, she thought so.

But the plan couldn't catch up with the change, when I went out, the hospital called, Jiang Boyun was in a coma, and entered the operating room again, Jiang's mother was in a hurry to go to the hospital, she wanted to push off the dinner, but Jiang Yiting asked her to go to the hospital with peace of mind, she went to the appointment alone, Jiang's mother felt that it was inappropriate, afraid that Jiang Yiting would suffer, Jiang Yiting asked her not to worry, and it was not only Mr. Zhao, but also the person in charge of Fengxing Investment and Shunfeng Bank.

At the beginning of the day, the lights are on, the traffic is busy, the bustling city lights up the night, and the pedestrians come and go on the street.

Palatial and brightly lit hotel receives all kinds of people, there are four people sitting in the luxurious private room, talking constantly, laughing from time to time, the woman sitting in the inner side lowered her head, looking a little cramped, seeing that the three of them chatted very well, she couldn't interject at all, and couldn't help but be a little anxious.

When the door opened, Jiang Yiting looked up and saw an adult man walking in, not very tall, a little fat, with small eyes half-squinted, as if he couldn't open them, lazy and spiritless, a very ordinary face, seeing him approaching, a pair of eyes looking directly at herself, Jiang Yiting's heart was churning, very uncomfortable, excused herself to go to the bathroom, and hurriedly went out.

In the bathroom, Jiang Yiting looked at herself in the mirror, very helpless and hesitant.

He knew that it was Zhao Yincong, the son of Mr. Zhao, and Mr. Zhao intended to marry, she knew that the Jiang family had no choice, she couldn't bear to see her parents sad, and she couldn't watch the Jiang family collapse, so she was ready to come tonight, but when she thought of Zhao Yincong's greedy and lustful gaze at her, she was terrified, like a snake crawling all over her body, and she was uncomfortable.