There are suites for guests to stay overnight.

Cheng Yuesheng threw the woman who had already lost consciousness on the bed, she wrinkled her face, moved uneasily, and slowly fell asleep again.

Cheng Yuesheng sat on the sofa by the wall, facing the woman on the bed.

There was no main light in the room, only two faint lights in the entrance and the bedside.

She lay on her side, her body bent down at her waist and up at her hips.

The body's reaction has not completely disappeared.

From the tip of her nose to her red lips and down, everywhere his gaze passed, he evoked the touch of memory.

He had his head propped up in one hand, a cigarette in his fingers near his sideburns that had not been lit, and a lighter in his other hand.

Pull the lid away with your thumb and snap your index finger to close it again.

And so on and so forth.

In the middle of the night, Cheng Yuesheng picked up his mobile phone and found a certain number to call.

The phone was connected, and the woman's sweet voice was a little cautious, "Yuesheng?"

Cheng Yuesheng didn't speak.

Shen Shujun said happily, "I thought you were angry with me last night."

Cheng Yuesheng stared at Gu Yingqing's lips.

I didn't hear him answer, and Shen Shujun's voice became uncertain again, "Yue Sheng......

Cheng Yuesheng closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead again and again, and his voice was hoarse like he hadn't spoken for a long time: "Have you eaten?"

"Eat it."

"What to eat?" Cheng Yuesheng's mind floated.

Shen Shujun was afraid that he would be angry with him last night, so he chatted with him according to his wishes, and carefully reported to him what he had eaten at night.

Cheng Yuesheng asked her again, "Where are you now, what are you doing?"

Shen Shujun said, "At home, I'm asking people to do my nails."

Cheng Yue raised his eyes and looked at the woman's hand under the bedside light, his fingers were thin and white, his fingertips were like onions, and his nails were cleanly trimmed.

The fire in his eyes is not extinguished, and his desire is not burned.

I don't know if she dreamed of something, her body shook suddenly, her eyebrows were twisted, her fingers were closed, and she clutched the quilt under her tightly.

In the dream, there were mudslides and fires.

When Gu Yingqing was awakened, the feeling of suffocation was still stuck in her throat, she breathed heavily, her heart beat wildly, and when she realized where she was, her pupils slowly gained focus.

Looking straight across the bed at the couch with her coat and bag resting on it.

She sat up from the bed and looked at her body, her clothes were still there, there was silence around her, and there was no one else in the room but her.

With her phone out of her hand, she looked at the bedside table, where the electronic clock showed half past four in the morning.

At the same time, something else came into view - a document bag.

Gu Yingqing looked at the contents of the book, a share transfer contract.

Consciousness flows back, and what happened a few hours ago repeats itself in the mind, some coherent, some fragmented.

Cheng Yuesheng disappeared and left the contract.

It shows that she neither succeeded in *** nor failed in bribing.

She got out of bed and walked to the floor-to-ceiling bed and lifted the curtains.

She's still in the mountains, but looking at the style, it's not the courtyard when she eats.

It was the night before dawn, and the night in the mountains was thicker than in the city, and it was pitch black outside.

Gu Yingqing stood up until dawn, and after washing, he took his things and left the room.

When she walked into the courtyard, she recognized this place, it was the same courtyard that Cheng Yuesheng had brought her to last time.

The surroundings were frighteningly quiet, Gu Yingqing walked out, and suddenly a waiter came out of a room next to the entrance, startling Gu Yingqing.

The man smiled and asked, "Miss Gu, are you going down the mountain now?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you wait, I'll arrange a car for you right away."

Hell yes.

The shuttle bus and staff that I didn't see when I came last time came back this time, and they all popped up again.

As soon as I got home, a call came from the nursing home, and the dean's words were anxious, "Yingqing, there are people in the morning."

Came to give me a notice, saying that today is the deadline, and as soon as it is past 12 o'clock in the evening, someone will come and blast and tear down the nursing home."

Before, Gu Yingqing said that she would solve it, so the old people were still in the courtyard and had not been settled.

Gu Yingqing looked at the contract that was put aside by her, Cheng Yuesheng definitely wanted to get it, if she really demolished the nursing home and forced her, she would not return the shares.

It is said that the nursing home has become a mess, Gu Yingqing thought about it and bought a ticket to return to Yongxi Town in the afternoon.

The city where Yongxi Town is located is adjacent to Nanjiang City, which is more than three hours by car, but Nanjiang City is a municipality directly under the central government, and Yongxi Town is on the edge of a province.

Gu Yingqing got off the train and took a taxi, and after a thirty-minute journey, he arrived at the nursing home.

After years of development, the former countryside has become a junction between urban and rural areas, and it is only about ten minutes' drive from the center of the district and town.

Decades ago, Gu Yingqing's grandfather met his grandmother when he went to the countryside, and he loved each other all his life.

Grandma was old and missed her hometown, so her grandfather moved back to her grandmother's hometown in Yongxi Town from Nanjiang City to settle down.

With the development of society, the young people in the village have gone to the city, and many of the old people left behind are friends of the grandfather when he went to the countryside.

It is embarrassing that the old man has no place to rely on, and after discussing with Gu Yingqing's father, he opened this nursing home.

The elderly living in the nursing home today are either dead wives, or their children do not want to live and support together, and a very small number of them are not suitable for life in the city, stay in the countryside and are lonely, and choose to come to the nursing home to have a lively life.

Most of the old people are here, only pay for the basic food and lodging expenses, these years Gu Yingqing's grandfather in order to fill the hole in the nursing home, sold houses and paintings, barely survived to this day.

Dean Zhang of the nursing home was the first female college student in her grandmother's village, and later lost her son in middle age, returned to her hometown, and was invited by Gu Yingqing's father to be the dean and manage affairs.

Dean Zhang was quite calm, and he went to communicate with the villages and towns as soon as possible, but to no avail, he pinned his hopes on Gu Yingqing.

Gu Yingqing said to her privately: "I went to the boss who bought the land, and I talked about it, his intentions are unknown, let's see tonight, if they really come hard......

Dean Zhang was not optimistic, and sighed, "Your grandfather's mental condition has not been good recently, don't tell him about this matter first."

Gu Yingqing thought of his grandfather and felt guilty.

It was supposed to be a happy time, but she lingered on the bed for many years, first a tumor, then uremia, and she was involved in a car accident.

Gu Yingqing met the second elder in the past, and her grandmother stayed by her grandfather's side, and she lied that everything was settled, so they didn't have to worry.

Approaching midnight, Gu Yingqing's heart became more and more bottomless, remembering what the dean said on the phone about the forced demolition, for fear of what kind of ruffians and hooligans he would face.

At half past eleven, the old people had already fallen asleep, Gu Yingqing went to the big kitchen and copied a knife to guard the door, opened the Weibo "Page Qing" account, and shivered in the cold wind while studying how to start a live broadcast.

She has more than 800,000 followers, so it should cause some heat, right?

A few minutes before midnight, a car drove up from the other side of the road.

Gu Yingqing's nerves tightened, and her vision was blocked by the lush vines outside the hospital, and she walked to the middle of the road with a knife and a mobile phone, and a silver-gray SUV stopped a few meters away from her.

In the two high-beam headlights, floating dust flies.

The man in the car was holding the steering wheel with one hand, leaning on the seat boredly, his eyes locked on to her.