The Vengeful Wife: Is the CEO Scared?

Mrs. Lin squeezed out a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Ji. If you don't mind, please sit in the inner hall for a while. Let's send Lao Lin off together later."

"Why in such a hurry?"

"The hospital said that Old Lin's disease was contagious, so he was not allowed to leave the body for too long. I will send him to the crematorium to be cremated in a while." Mrs. Lin looked away, and under the incandescent light, Ji Mo Chen still saw the tears rolling in her eyes.

"Hmm." Ji Mochen walked towards the inner hall without saying anything. He was afraid that if he said one more word, this woman who pretended to be strong would shed desolate tears.

"Sister Yiyi, sister Yiyi, why haven't you come to see us for so long!" Two pink little boys let go of Mrs. Lin's hand and ran to Yan Yiyi at the door, grabbing her hand and said.

Yan Yiyi looked at the two children holding her hand, knelt down and rubbed their hair. "Dabao, Xiaobao, have you been obedient? Isn't Sister Yiyi here now?"

"Then can you not leave?" Dabao said coquettishly, holding her hand.

"Okay, Sister Yiyi... don't go." Yan Yiyi glanced at Mrs. Lin standing in the distance, a little moved, after two years of seeing each other, her hair has turned gray a lot.

"Auntie..." Yan Yiyi pulled Dabao and Xiaobao towards Mrs. Lin.

Mrs. Lin smiled slightly at her, "You are here."

It's just a smile from Madam Lin, just a word that you are here, it seems that the two years of separation have disappeared in an instant, but it's a pity that this is the occasion.

"Auntie, are you okay?" Yan Yiyi bit her lips, and thousands of words turned into this sentence, longing, grief and regret.

"Silly girl, she used to be called mother."

Yan Yiyi's tears flowed out of her lacrimal glands like the Yellow River breaking its embankment. Her biological mother died when she had no memory, and it was also because Uncle Lin brought her home after her father's death that she realized mother feeling.In the past, she just called Mrs. Lin's mother jokingly, but now she didn't expect that she still remembered it.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm late." Yan Yiyi put her arms around Mrs. Lin's neck, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be willful, I shouldn't be willful and sneak out, and I haven't contacted you for two years...I'm sorry."

"Silly girl, don't cry, Dabao and Xiaobao are still here."

Yan Yiyi wiped her eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Don't always say I'm sorry, your Uncle Lin hates others saying sorry the most." After Madam Lin said this, her eyes became moist again.

"Mom, I will watch the wake with you."

Mrs. Lin glanced outside the door, and then turned her gaze back to Yan Yiyi, "No need... the time is almost up..." She suddenly exclaimed, "Yiyi, what's wrong with your feet? Why don't you wear clothes? Where are the shoes?"

Yan Yiyi looked down at her bare toes, and unconsciously retracted them.

"Go, go, find Aunt Wang, I can't go away here, there is a medicine box in the living room on the second floor, you ask Aunt Wang to bring it to you, go and disinfect it yourself, the girl's feet are broken But how can I do it! By the way, I will bring you another pair of clean shoes, and you can no longer be naked if your feet are injured." Mrs. Lin said with a frown.

Yan Yiyi knew that she couldn't hold her back, so she simply walked out of the mourning hall and walked towards the house.

"Aunt Wang, can you bring me the medicine box on the second floor?"

Aunt Wang recognized Yan Yiyi, she was sad and happy at the same time, she opened her mouth, but she didn't know where to start.

"My foot was injured, my mother asked me to disinfect it, and find me another pair of shoes by the way, thank you." Yan Yiyi continued.

Aunt Wang nodded immediately, turned around and went up to the second floor.

Standing in the living room, Yan Yiyi looked at the familiar surroundings, and suddenly thought of Uncle Lin.

At that time, she had just been brought back by Uncle Lin, and before she could get over the loss of her father forever, he accompanied her every day, playing relaxing and pleasant music for her, coaxing her to sleep, and telling her stories.It's like when she couldn't sleep when her father coaxed her when she was a child.

Until later, Uncle Lin became more and more busy and had no time to take care of her. When she was putting her to sleep, she forced herself to read, study, and be busy every day. Until one day, when she was burying her head in calculating the market share, she realized that her own I forgot that my father was gone, I forgot my sadness, and I forgot a lot of things.She decided to leave this home that did not belong to her.

Thinking about it now, if she hadn't left here at that time, and had persuaded Uncle Lin to rest more and work less late, he might not have died so early.

Ji Mochen sat in the corner, looked at the people standing not far away, his pupils shrank, Yan Yiyi?
They hadn't seen each other since they broke up that morning, and today she was...

His eyes immediately stayed on her bleeding wound, his brows were tightly knit together, and she ran out without wearing shoes!

Ji Mochen stepped forward with long legs and hugged Yan Yiyi horizontally, and put her on the sofa to sit down.

"You are..." After Yan Yiyi saw clearly who the person in front of her was, she immediately broke free from his arm and jumped off the sofa.

When her bare feet touched the smooth ground suddenly, she gasped in pain.

"Sit, don't move!" Ji Mochen pressed her shoulders and asked her to sit down, "Believe it or not, your feet will be useless if you move them!"

"You are not welcome here, please leave." Yan Yiyi lividly turned her head away from looking at him.

Ji Mochen ignored her, and said to himself: "Why are you walking barefoot on the road again? Don't stones hurt people?"

"You don't deserve me!"

"Who am I not worthy of?" Ji Mochen's tone was cold, and he unconsciously exerted some strength on the hand holding Yan Yiyi's foot.

"Hiss, let go!" Yan Yiyi knocked off Ji Mochen's hand, and rubbed the red ankle that Ji Mochen had scratched just now.

"You can't even manage your own feet well, so why talk about managing the company?" Ji Mochen stood up and walked aside, looking elsewhere.

"Heh, Mr. Ji, it really breaks your heart. Not only do you have to be busy managing the huge Huo family every day, but you also have to take time to worry about the management of our Yan family. Thank you!" Yan Yiyi curled her mouth and smiled like a flower. .

Ji Mochen heard these words extremely harshly, but still put away his anger, and said in a flat tone: "Today is the day when President Lin will be sent to be cremated."

After Ji Mochen returned to China, he investigated everything that happened to Yan Yiyi in the past three years. He knew that the relationship between her and President Lin was extraordinary.He came to the funeral today, on the one hand, to remember, and on the other hand, to have a reason to "coincidence" with her.

"So? Put away your hypocritical compassion, Ji Mochen, Uncle Lin hates hypocritical people the most." Yan Yiyi didn't care what he said, just wanted to be stunned for every word he said go back.

"You!" Ji Mochen looked back, his deep pupils constricted suddenly, this woman could easily ignite his anger, but he was so damn reluctant to yell at her.

"Miss Yiyi, hurry up..." Aunt Wang ran down the stairs in a hurry, holding a small medicine box in one hand and a box in the other.

"Look, there are all kinds of medicine in here. I don't know much, so take a look."

Seeing her aggrieved look, Yan Yiyi took the medicine box and smiled at her, "Aunt Wang, don't run away in such a hurry in the future, you are already old, if you bump into each other, how can I talk to my mother?" Confession?"

"Hey, I'm old and useless, and my eyes are a little blurry from time to time. How about this, Mr. Ji!"

Ji Mochen, who was suddenly named, looked at Aunt Wang, "Huh?"

Aunt Wang trembled all over. His eyes were too indifferent. She was in the midst of this scorching summer, but she actually felt the coldness of the twelfth lunar month.

She suddenly regretted that she had just come up with the idea of ​​matching Miss Yiyi and Mr. Ji together.But at this moment Miss Yiyi and Mr. Ji both looked at her, she swallowed her saliva, anyway, she was an old bone, for the sake of Miss's happiness, she went all out.

"Mr. Ji, my eyes are not working well, can I trouble you to put some medicine on our lady's feet!"

An imperceptible smile flashed across Ji Mochen's originally stern face, "Yeah."

Yan Yiyi frowned, "I can do it myself, don't bother Mr. Ji." She purposely pronounced Mr. Ji's three words emphatically, so as to make it clear that she wanted to distance herself from him.

Ji Mochen ignored her, and directly dipped some alcohol with a cotton swab, "Be patient, the alcohol may hurt a little when it touches the wound."

"Don't move." Yan Yiyi frowned in pain, "I'll do it myself." She was about to reach out to grab the cotton swab Ji Mochen was holding.

"Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty. If you don't want me to come, tell her!" Ji Mochen pointed to Aunt Wang who was standing next to her and watching the show.

"You..." Yan Yiyi's face turned pale immediately, she looked at Aunt Wang awkwardly, if she directly rejected Ji Mochen, Aunt Wang would definitely find it strange, she didn't want everyone who knew Ji Mochen to be lost Everyone knows.

"Don't move." Ji Mochen said in a displeased tone: "There are broken glass and small stones in it. If you don't clean it up, you will get inflammation. Go to the hospital."

"Don't go to the hospital!" Yan Yiyi looked at him defensively, the place in the hospital was too cold, and the thought of the nurse piercing her body with steel needles gave her a chill.

Yan Yiyi opened the small medicine box and took out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide at the bottom, "This! Use this to save you from going to the hospital."

"This is just surface disinfection and sterilization. Broken glass slag and stones will still cause inflammation if you don't get them out! Listen to me, you must go to the hospital." Ji Mochen said and was about to pick her up.

Seeing this, Yan Yiyi desperately resisted, "I won't go to the hospital, and I won't even die! Ji Mochen, don't touch me, don't touch me!"

Aunt Wang's old face was full of wrinkles, "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry to trouble you, if Miss Yiyi doesn't go, don't go!"

"Just to treat the wound, why not go?" Ji Mochen was puzzled.

"Because Miss Yiyi is afraid..."

"Aunt Wang!" Aunt Wang was interrupted by Yan Yiyi before she finished speaking, "Please give me a pair of tweezers, I can get the glass out by myself."