Under the pavilion of the sanatorium, Tang Zhanya and Wang Ma were squatting on the ground hugging their heads and crying.

Wang's mother is a lonely old man, and she is also an old servant of the Tang family for decades, and the Tang sisters were brought up by her, and after the Tang family went bankrupt, she had no whereabouts.

After Tang Zhanya's debut, she learned that Wang Ma had been living on the street for many years, and her dementia was extremely serious, so she was sent to a nursing home.

Wang's mother's recuperation fee should be paid, Mu Yiwei was worried about this, thinking that the hospital called Zhan Ya, which caused her to feel uncomfortable and her condition worsened.

Now, one is depressed and the other is demented, and the two of them are crying and crying in addition to hugging.

Mu Yiwei put down the phone call to the doctor, and Zhuo Lun stepped forward to hand over the shoebox.

She turned her gaze to his face, and after a moment of stunned thought, she realized that it was the person who sent her, and then took the head: "Thank you." ”

Mu Yiwei took out flat soft shoes for Tang Zhanya to put on, and coaxed: "Yaya, I'm Yiwei, it's okay." ”

When Tang Zhanya heard her name, her dull gaze paused for a moment, and finally she just lowered her head and murmured: "Ghost, Wang Ma save me......"

Wang's mother pulled her and burst into tears: "Xiaoya, Cancan!" ”

It's hard to believe that Wang Ma always remembers Tang Mincan, although she knows, she has never been to the sanatorium.

The doctor and the nurse came and picked up the two patients and walked towards the ward.

Mu Yiwei felt that the soles of his feet hurt like a knife, and he lowered his head, and his feet were bloody.

Zhuo Lun got down on one knee and cleaned the soles of her feet before taking another pair of men's leather shoes and placing them beside her.

Mu Yiwei looked at the leather shoes on his feet and teased: "Uncle, are you selling shoes?" ”

Otherwise, who would have to put so many shoes in the car.

Zhuo Lun packed up the medicine box and said with a smile: "Yes, but there is only one pair of women's shoes, you should wear these pairs first, so as not to hurt your feet." ”

Mu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, took out all the banknotes in his bag and handed them over: "Thank you, uncle, this is oil money." ”

Zhuo Lun took out Zhang from it and said with a smile: "I happened to come to the sanatorium too, and the gas money will be free, and the little girl should not run around if she is fine, especially at night."

Mu Yiwei laughed at herself, she was a girl, and complained that she was cheap and plain and let people take advantage of her.

Zhuo Lun is in his early thirties, mature and steady, and a warm male god. Therefore, her uncle voice was deliberate.

As for Mu Yiwei, although she has a baby face, her clothes are mature, no matter how you look at them, they are about the same age.

So his little girl, but she deliberately took advantage of her. You come and go, but you eliminate each other's alienation.

Outside the courtyard gate, Zhuo Lun got into the car and stood side by side with Luo Cunyuan, took off his leather shoes and put them beside him, and said softly: "It's okay, the little girl is quite skinny." ”

Luo Cunyuan leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed, his tired face was so light that he ignored him.

……

Rock's branch in Pearl River is a 50-storey commercial building located on Pearl Island.

Walking into the building, the arched inner wall of more than ten meters is full of endorsements from the popular international movie star Yan Zixi, 360-degree high-definition art photos without dead ends, luxurious and beautiful.

Luo Cunyuan paused and said coldly: "Do you think that a vase with no big chest bears the image of Luo's?" ”

The rows of black suits bowed their heads and bowed their hands, silent.

Zhuo Lun had to step forward: "Yes, Old Man Luo, it's ......"

Luo Cunyuan's eyes turned, and he was full of chills.

Zhuo Lun hurriedly said: "Miss Yan's contract is about to expire, I will go to talk about it in person." ”

Luo Cunyuan said coldly: "Pick it up immediately and throw it in the trash." "Walk towards the elevator.

The assistant surrounded Zhuo Lun in a circle and begged: "Brother Zhuo, throw the photo of Miss Yan in the trash, is my brother still alive?" ”

Zhuo Lun had a headache and said: "I picked it first, and I'll send it to Fengshi when I go back." ”

The assistant was pardoned, and Zhuo Lun pressed his forehead to catch up with the elevator.

If he knew that Mu Yiwei existed, he would not agree to hang photos of Yan Zixi on the wall, and he would suffer for himself!