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Li family.

Wang Chunhua was lying on the sofa.

Li Dacheng feels that his former mother-in-law, Lu Aimei, loves face.

But in fact, it’s about saving face.

That’s definitely Wang Chunhua’s number one!

On the ranking list of caring for face.

Then Wang Chunhua is ranked second!

Absolutely no one dares to claim first place!

Last time in Songya Village, Wang Chunhua completely lost face!

How could she, who loves face so much, bear this!

Since Li Dacheng's career became successful, Wang Chunhua also started to play!

Wherever he goes, he is domineering!

But in Songya Village, Wang Chunhua suffered a big setback!

This made her face really unbearable!

Therefore, after returning from Songya Village, Wang Chunhua sighed every day!

Especially after Li Dacheng came back, she even slapped her thigh: "It's useless to raise a son! It's useless at all! If you can't help your mother when she's being bullied, what's the use of raising a son!"

And it's the same this time.

After Li Dacheng opened the door and appeared, Wang Chunhua began to slap her thigh again. However, before she could speak, Li Dacheng had already blocked Wang Chunhua's mouth in advance: "Mom! I'll let you watch a good show tomorrow!"

Wang Chunhua was stunned.

She looked at Li Dacheng with questioning eyes.

Li Dacheng sneered: "I will take you to Song Ya's village tomorrow."

Wang Chunhua couldn't help but trembled when she heard that she was going to Song Ya's village again!

Everything that happened not long ago is still vivid in my mind!

She was chased and beaten by the village women.

Use a broom, use a mop!

Recalling this, Wang Chunhua couldn't help but feel uncomfortable again.

She said angrily: "Go to Songya's village! Why are you going to her village? Are you looking for a beating?"

Li Dacheng's smile became even colder, and he said: "Mom, I'm going to Songya Village tomorrow just to vent my anger! Didn't the people in Songya Village say that Songya didn't take drugs? I'll let them see it with their own eyes then, and the police will come to the village to arrest her. people!"

Hearing this, Wang Chunhua's eyes suddenly widened.

She said, "Son, aren't you joking with Mom? Didn't everyone in her village say that she really didn't smoke? They said that people from the drug detection center came to the village to prove it for Song Ya."

"Bullshit!" Li Dacheng said: "It's just acting, it's all acting! Tomorrow I will not only let these people watch Song Ya be arrested, but also arrest these villagers! Then I will punish her for harboring!"

Hearing Li Dacheng's vow, Wang Chunhua suddenly became excited.

She jumped up, half-believing and expecting: "Son, are everything you and mom said true? Are you sure!"

"OK." Li Dacheng said: "I have already called my classmate who works in the prison, and I asked the deputy director who introduced me to the police station to get to know him. We will have dinner together tonight!"

"When the time comes, I will tell the deputy director of the police station about Song Ya's drug addiction and the whole village's cover-up, and let him drive a police car to the village to arrest the person!"

Li Dacheng spoke so clearly that Wang Chunhua completely believed it!

Wang Chunhua suddenly swept away the previous haze!

She started to feel proud again, and started to praise Li Dacheng: "My son has the ability! My son still has the ability! I know that my son is not an ordinary person! My son is still powerful!"

After she finished praising Li Dacheng, Wang Chunhua waited fiercely: "Song Ya, wait for me, and the people in their village will wait for me even more! I want to make them look good! How dare you bully me, Wang Chunhua! My son will not let them go!"

.........

The night was getting darker.

Lin Rongrong is embroidering.

The gift she gave Sheng Tingshen was a painting embroidered by herself.

The reason why she chose this as a birthday gift stems from many years ago when she and Sheng Tingshen were husband and wife.

Once she and Sheng Tingshen went to Sheng Tingshen's friend's home as guests.

My friend was newly married and there was a painting hanging in his home.

That painting is needlepoint.

My friend was very proud and said that this painting was embroidered by his wife herself.

Every stitch, every thread represents his wife's love for him.

After Sheng Tingshen's friend said this, Sheng Tingshen glanced at Lin Rongrong.

Lin Rongrong understood what Sheng Tingshen meant.

She immediately said: "I don't know how to embroider. It takes a long time to embroider such a painting. My eyes will hurt to death and my hands will be exhausted."

Sheng Tingshen said nothing, just smiled, and then hugged Lin Rongrong's waist lovingly.

But Lin Rongrong understood.

At that moment, Sheng Tingshen must have been very envious of his friend.

There is a wife who is willing to spend so much time and patience to embroider a painting to express her love to her husband.

Sheng Ting hoped that she would be like this late at night, right?

So this time for Sheng Tingshen's birthday, Lin Rongrong chose to embroider a painting with her own hands as a birthday gift for Sheng Tingshen.

It was also the final farewell to Sheng Tingshen.

However, I don’t know if it’s because her hands are too clumsy or because of illness. It’s simply too difficult for her to embroider a painting.

She couldn't control her hands.

My fingertips are always pricked by needles.

She embroidered a painting day and night.

But it's not finished yet.

This made Lin Rongrong anxious.

And the more anxious you are, the more mistakes you make.

At this moment, she was pricked by a needle again, and a blood drop rolled down and landed on the painting.

Lin Rongrong's heart sank.

Oops!

The painting was stained red before it was even embroidered!

What to do!

Lin Rongrong panicked and wanted to wipe it!

But the more I wiped it, the more blood stained it.

Lin Rongrong suddenly became anxious.

What to do!

How to do!

Ting Shen's birthday is coming soon, but her painting hasn't been embroidered yet. What should I do?

Just when Lin Rongrong was worried about Liu Shen Wu Zhu, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Lin Rongrong subconsciously raised her eyes, and then her breath froze.

It's Sheng Tingshen!

Sheng Tingshen, whom I haven’t seen for a long time!

She subconsciously hid the painting behind her back, but Sheng Tingshen saw it.

He strode forward and stretched out his hand.

After his eyes fell on the painting in his hand, Sheng Ting was stunned.

This is a painting made with needlework.

Only half done.

So Lin Rongrong is embroidering?

Sheng Tingshen couldn't imagine that this was what Lin Rongrong would do.

Lin Rongrong has never had much patience and cannot do things that are too detailed.

Just when Sheng Ting was deeply stunned, his eyes froze again.

He saw the red dots on the embroidery.

It was obviously blood.

Sheng Tingshen glanced at Lin Rongrong's hand: "Are you bleeding?"

Lin Rongrong retracted her hand: "No."

"Show me." Sheng Ting subconsciously grabbed Lin Rongrong's hand.

But the moment his hand touched Lin Rongrong's, it suddenly bounced away again.

It was like Lin Rongrong's hand was a hot potato, she subconsciously bounced away when touched.

But Sheng Tingshen's hand quickly flicked away, making Sheng Tingshen and Lin Rongrong both stunned.

Lin Rongrong's eyes flashed with bitterness.

After all, there was an unbridgeable gap between her and Sheng Tingshen.

Just like now, if Sheng Ting touches her hand deeply, she is afraid to avoid it.

Lin Rongrong sniffed and said, "Ting Shen, your birthday is coming soon. I want to embroider a painting for you as a birthday gift, but my hands are too clumsy and I haven't been able to embroider well."

"I accidentally got pricked, but it's okay. I just got pricked a little bit by a needle, so it's okay."

Sheng Tingshen said nothing, he just looked at Lin Rongrong.

As he watched, a flash of pain flashed through Sheng Ting's dark eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sheng Tingshen finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "You have cancer, it won't be long, why don't you tell me?"