love addiction

"Enough." Tang Mianmian interrupted Li Xinnian.

This is an untouchable pain in her heart.

Mention it once, and you'd rather die.

But Li Xinnian didn't stop because of her order, but intensified and said, "I'm not wrong, I believe you know this matter very well, do you know why Brother Jue's house in Long's house is called Nianyuan?"

"..." It was as if a black hole had been punched hard in her heart, and the pain was beyond redemption.

"Because it's named after me!"

Even though I have thought about it, it still hurts when the facts are in front of me.

She clenched the phone tightly, and Douyin asked, "What are you telling me about this?"

"Prove that you are a double." She said frankly.

It sounded like a calm sentence, but it pierced deeply into her heart. She bit her lip and swallowed back the choked sobs that were about to pour out, before saying, "This is just your one-sided words. Why should I believe it? Unless Long Yejue told me this."

"Don't deceive yourself, you clearly know that Brother Jue would never say this in front of you, after all, he is sorry for you." Li Xinnian snorted.

But Tang Mianmian insisted with the last hope, "Then since you think so, we have nothing to say."

"Wait a minute!" Li Xinnian interrupted her decisively, "You want to prove it?"

"Yes." The last point is the opportunity to fight for yourself.

"Well, I'll make you give up completely." Li Xinnian said confidently, "But I have to change the way, you don't say anything for a while, just listen."

Although Tang Mianmian didn't know what she was going to do, she still agreed with her suggestion, "Okay."

"No matter what happens, don't talk, wait until I speak, otherwise it will be considered a violation." Li Xinnian repeatedly urged.

Tang Mianmian also agreed.

After that, the conversation between Li Xinnian and Long Yejue was so clearly transmitted to her ears.

Connecting with the previous one, he promised Li Xinnian three times to take care of her for the rest of his life.

Every time she said it, it was as if a mountain was pressing on her blood-soaked heart, destroying her last hope.

Perhaps, he is really just a stand-in.

Although she, Tang Mianmian, is not a strong person, she also knows to preserve her self-esteem.

Just like she did at Su Shijie's wedding back then, she could do that impulsive behavior for her own self-esteem.

This time, she will not act impulsively, but will also retain her self-esteem.

Seeing the elevator going down and about to stop at her own floor, she silently said a word in her heart.

Long Yejue, goodbye.

With a ding, the elevator door opened. Tang Mianmian raised her eyes and looked into the elevator.

There was a cleaner who was cleaning inside. When he saw her, he took a small step back and let her in.

Tang Mianmian smiled faintly, showing her gratitude. After entering, the cleaner asked with concern, "Which floor is the girl going to?"

"First floor." Tang Mianmian replied.

"Okay." The cleaner pressed the number of the floor for her, and the elevator door slowly closed again.

At the same time, another elevator door opened with a ding, and Long Yejue, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed out of the elevator by the bodyguard.

But on this side, the elevator door has been closed, the numbers go down layer by layer, and the distance is getting farther and farther.

Looking at the numbers on the elevator, Tang Mianmian seemed to see the distance between herself and Long Yejue, drawn to a distance that she began to feel strange.

****
After finding the ward belonging to Tang Mianmian, the bodyguard opened it, only to find that there was no one there, and looked at Long Yejue in surprise, "Master Jue, it seems that the eldest young mistress is not here."

Long Yejue frowned, and looked at the number of the ward. After confirming that it was Tang Mianmian's ward, he said, "Go and ask, what's going on."

"Yes." The bodyguard hurried to the nurse's desk.

But Long Yejue went in by himself in a wheelchair, looked at the neat ward, and fell into deep thought.

Seemingly a little uneasy, he took out his phone again and pressed her number.

But on the phone, there was a cold mechanical female voice.

Long Yejue almost crushed the phone in his hand, his eyes were full of cruelty.

The bodyguard hurried over after a while, and told Long Yejue in a panicked tone, "Young Master, the eldest and youngest mistress has been discharged from the hospital."

"When did this happen?"

"Just now."

Long Yejue took a deep breath and said, "Let Lan Xiu check the situation."

"it is good."

At this time, the nurses also rushed over after hearing the news. After all, it was the prince of the Long family who came here in person. They must come and explain. We can't persuade you."

"Then why didn't anyone tell me?" Long Yejue said indifferently with a cold and handsome face.

The nurse said in fear, "She didn't let you be informed at the time."

"Get out!" Long Yejue's heart was full of turmoil, but he tried to keep calm on his face.

The nurse bowed and apologized in a panic while backing away, but she didn't want to knock over the trash can beside it, and flipped out the cell phone that Tang Mianmian had left behind.

As soon as the nurse saw the phone, she quickly picked it up, "Master Jue, do you think this is your wife's phone?"

Long Yejue glanced sideways, looking at the phone in the nurse's hand, it was the one he bought for Tang Mianmian.

He took it and pressed it, only to find that the phone was turned off.

Tang Mianmian left this on purpose in order to cut off contact with him!
Long Yejue clenched his phone tightly and ordered coldly, "Push me back."

"Yes." The bodyguard immediately pushed him out of the ward.

The trembling little nurse breathed a sigh of relief, and patted her chest with lingering fear, "It's dangerous, it's dangerous."

That Tang Mianmian really gave her a big problem.

But when he thought of how she begged him, he couldn't bear to refuse.

Everyone has scriptures that are difficult to recite.

It's not so easy to be a wealthy wife.

The little nurse thought to herself that in the future, she should just find a man of the right family to live with, and stop dreaming of a wealthy family, which is unrealistic.

Isn't Tang Mianmian the best evidence?
***
Tang Mianmian, who left the hospital, took a taxi directly to the orphanage belonging to Mid-Levels.

But the Orphanage in Banshan is a short distance from the road, and she needs to get down and walk.

When getting off the car, the kind driver advised her, "It's snowing, be careful, the road is slippery."

"Okay, thank you master." Tang Mianmian thanked gratefully, wrapped her coat tightly, and braved the wind and snow to move forward.

It was already late at night, and she was walking close to the dim street lights.

The old path, the street lights are extremely dark, and the place with lush trees will block the only remaining dim light.

Tang Mianmian stepped on the ground with one foot high and one foot high, because it was snowing and the ground was not covered with snow, so it was very muddy.

Accidentally, she slipped and fell to the ground, and the whole person fell into the ditch.

The cold water invaded from the collar, and Tang Mianmian was so excited that she shivered. She quickly stood up, shaking the muddy water on her body, and the tears she had held back for a long time finally slipped down.

While wiping her tears, she continued to walk forward, because she was shivering with cold because her clothes were wet.

After walking for 10 minutes, I finally arrived at the gate of the orphanage.

Fu Ranran probably explained that the dean's mother was not sleeping, but was watching worriedly at the door.

Seeing Tang Mianmian coming, he hurried up to greet her, and when he saw her embarrassed look, he exclaimed, "Ah, what's going on? Did you fall?"

Tang Mianmian nodded with red eyes, shivering from the cold all over, "Mama of the dean, I'm so cold."

"Hey, hurry up, come in and find some clothes to change." The dean's mother pulled her in.

Tang Mianmian and Fu Ranran used to come to the orphanage as volunteers, so the dean's mother knew her very well, so she took her to her bedroom, found her old clothes and handed them to her, "Go take a hot bath, Otherwise, you should catch a cold."

"Okay..." Tang Mianmian walked towards the bathroom trembling all over.

The dean's mother also followed in, "Take off your clothes quickly, there is something wrong with the faucet, I will put a bucket of hot water for you, and you can wash it in the shower."

"Okay." Tang Mianmian was very grateful to the dean's mother for the warmth she felt in this cold night.

She moistened her eyes, and felt the urge to hug the dean's mother and cry, but restrained herself, fearing that the dean's mother would worry about herself.

I took off the clothes on my body one by one, and wiped off the dirt on my face with a towel, only to see myself in the mirror with flushed eyes.

It looks like I cried.

But the dean's mother didn't ask immediately, probably because she was afraid that she would feel more uncomfortable.

Tang Mianmian was grateful for the dean's mother's thoughtfulness, turned around and looked at the dean's mother who was still bending over to drain the water, and choked up, "Dean's mother, let me do it myself."

"Ah? Good." The dean's mother stood up, handed her the nozzle in her hand, and ordered, "You have to pay attention, sometimes there will be ice water, so don't put it in the bucket, put it here You can save the bucket for laundry.”

"it is good."

Tang Mianmian knew that the dean's mother was frugal by nature, and she was reluctant to waste even a little water.

The bathroom was relatively small, and the dean's mother walked around her. She turned around and wanted to give some advice, but her eyes touched a birthmark on her back.

It was a butterfly-shaped birthmark, not very big, on her left shoulder blade.

She suddenly widened her eyes, as if remembering something, she couldn't believe it.

Tang Mianmian was friends with Fu Ranran, so she naturally knew about Tang Mianmian's background.

She has a very happy family with a pair of parents who love her...

But that birthmark is clearly familiar.

She remembered it so clearly because it was special.

But she didn't mention it right away, but turned around and left the bathroom, and closed the door for her, standing in front of the door thinking about what was wrong.

The dean's mother is named Yan Ranran, and she has been a nun in this orphanage for a long time. She still clearly remembers that she once picked up a baby girl.

It was also the first time I picked up a baby girl, so I took it back to the orphanage. When I was bathing the baby girl, I discovered that she also had a butterfly-shaped birthmark on her back.

At that time, the child was still very young, and the birthmark was also very small, but it was very clear.

It was not the brown-red color of ordinary birthmarks, but bright red, like a butterfly about to fly.

At that time, Yan Ranran also jokingly called the little baby girl, "I'll call you Little Butterfly from now on, okay?"

The little butterfly, who was playing happily in the tub, giggled.

And my colleague came back with two baby girls in his arms, and put them together with Little Butterfly.

One of them looks somewhat similar to Little Butterfly. If you don't look closely, you might look like twins.