She took a sip from the teacup in front of her and glanced towards the backyard.

"How's that woman?"

He Lian looked up, "It's okay."

Mrs. Moran stood up, "I'll go see her."

He Lian looked over.

Madame Moran took a step forward and stopped, "Don't stop me?"

He Lian: "Please."

He spoke politely, and Mrs. Moran was accustomed to it.

Mrs. Moran pushed open the door and walked to the backyard.

Ah Sheng asked, "Miss Jiang will be fine, right?"

He Lian: "No."

No state would be better than the current state of Jiang Jianing's living dead, she needs to be stimulated, and Mrs. Moran can act as a source of stimulation.

He Lian closed his eyes.

This manor can't be lived, it's a pity that his injuries haven't healed now, otherwise, it would be more convenient for him to take Jiang Jianing elsewhere.

The room was pushed open again.

Jiang Jianing sat on the bed, didn't even turn his head, and his eyes blinked very slowly.

Mrs. Moran looked at the woman sitting in the gauze tent.

The woman's skin is very white, whiter than the white-boiled egg protein that has just been peeled off, but the complexion is really bad.

"Jiang Jianing."

Mrs. Moran called her name.

Crappy accent.

Jiang Jianing slowly turned his head and stared at the not too young, but well-maintained western face in front of him.

Mrs. Moran is purely Caucasian.

Even if it is well maintained, the small lines around her eyes that cannot be concealed still reveal her age.

Mrs. Moran sat down and looked at her.

"He Lian and I have mentioned you more than once, and you have known each other since childhood."

Jiang Jianing frowned, "When?"

Mrs. Moran: "When you were a child, don't you remember?"

Jiang Jianing doesn't remember.

She never remembered that there was a person like He Lian in her life.

Mrs. Moran: "He likes you very much."

After this sentence stopped, a silence spread, and then Jiang Jianing ran to the bathroom to vomit.

She emerged from the bathroom, barefoot on the cold marble floor, leaning against the wall.

As she walked, the chains slammed, making a crisp jingle sound.

She pointed to the chains on her ankles.

"Because you like me?" She said, "It's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard."

Mrs. Moran said, "You can't look at He Lian with normal eyes, that's what he likes."

Jiang Jianing laughed.

So long.

It was the first time she had laughed.

At the end of the laugh, he leaned weakly on the bed, panting heavily, because of such a violent gasp, a sickly flush appeared on his cheeks.

Lady Moran frowned, "This should be your honor, he's a genius."

At first, when she first saw He Lian on the university campus, she was fascinated.

That's a glance that makes him different from others.

Jiang Jianing crouched on the edge of the bed, a mocking giggle came out of her throat, calmed her breathing, and then sat up straight again.

"Would you like to?"

Jiang Jianing paused, "If you are willing, let it be given to you."

Madame Moran's face changed suddenly.

She has been the daughter of the Lawrence family since she was born, and she was born with a golden spoon, and no one has ever dared to talk to her like this.

She snapped and gave Jiang Jianing a slap.

The slap slammed hard into the side of her face, and soon a red palm print floated.

Jiang Jianing's cheeks hurt hotly.

The pain spreads.

She chuckled and turned around, "Forgetful love?"

Jiang Jianing sat up straight and raised his hand to wipe the salty blood foam from the corner of his mouth.

Mrs. Moran stood beside the bed and said condescendingly, "What do you think you are that dare to speculate on my thoughts?"

When she walked out of the room, she froze instantly.

She obviously went in calmly, but when she came out now, she made a move, and her mood was obviously affected.

She didn't know where she was affected.

He Lian saw it through the monitor.

The corners of his lips curled upward, and through the screen, he looked at Jiang Jianing who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Jianing deliberately provoked Mrs. Moran.

If he hadn't guessed wrong, Jiang Jianing had already guessed the identity of Mrs. Moran, even if he didn't know the exact identity.

After Mrs. Moran left, Yuan Yuan hurriedly came over and handed Jiang Jianing a boiled egg, peeled off the shell, and rolled it on her red, swollen and bruised face.

"Why was that woman so rampant just now!"

Jiang Jianing said, "This manor is hers, why don't you say she's so rampant."

Yuan Yuan blinked, "Huh?"

Since Mrs. Moran came in, Jiang Jianing judged from her age that the speculation that she should be on the ship is inseparable.

This is the one in Lu Qian's mouth, the person who gave He Lian's blessing to the Lawrence family.

Since she is a member of the Lawrence family, she uses this to provoke temptation, which is used to test her position.

If it is a member of the Lawrence family, then he has been pampered since he was a child, and he does not need to use this liver fire at all.

Old Lawrence's daughter, although she said that she was dressed in fine clothes and food, but Zhou Jingrun once gave her the news that she was a girl with a mediocre IQ, born in a big family, and had low self-esteem.

In addition, the only one who can use old Lawrence to support Ron is left, the people of the Lawrence family, Lawrence's own sister.

If she guessed correctly, this should be Mrs. Moran, who has taken care of her young lover after the divorce.

At dinner time, this time, He Lian asked someone to move the table to Jiang Jianing's room to eat.

Jiang Jianing sat on the edge of the bed and ignored it.

The meal made by Yuan Yuan is very exquisite, with four dishes and one soup.

He Lian called Yuanyuan and Ah Sheng to come to the table to eat.

Yuanyuan was a little restrained, but Ah Sheng sent the dishes and chopsticks over in advance, set them up, and asked Yuanyuan to sit down.

Yuan Yuan looked at Jiang Jianing on the bed: "Sister, you can eat too."

Jiang Jianing: "Disgusting."

She knew that it was useless to say more, and when she faced He Lian, she didn't even want to have one more look.

He Lian said while eating vegetables: "In addition to Xue Rin'an, Ke Li went back with his sister's ashes, and he has been buried in his hometown in the prairie, which can be regarded as being buried in the ground, and UNA and Lu Qian have been rescued, and now they are in the country, Wu Kai ......."

His words stopped, and Jiang Jianing had already turned around unconsciously.

He Lian knew what she wanted to know.

It's nothing more than that explosion, what is the result of the people who know and don't know on the ship.

He Lian looked at her.

"Want to know? Come down and eat."

Ah Sheng pulled Yuanyuan to find an excuse to go out, and only Jiang Jianing and He Lian were left in this room.

If there were others, it would be fine, but now she was the only one facing He Lian, and her whole nerves were tense.

Jiang Jianing grabbed the corner of the quilt with both hands.

There are still red, swollen bruises on the side of her face that Madame Moran fanned out in the afternoon, and the marks on her neck that were pinched out by He Lian have faded.