The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

Ding Ying walked too fast and was a little out of breath.

Zhou Yubai turned sideways and looked over. His long and narrow red phoenix eyes were bottomless, which inexplicably gave people goosebumps.

The woman smiled a little reluctantly and said bravely: "Mr. Zhou, you and Yaoyao are already engaged. When will you get married? My sister and brother-in-law are sick and hospitalized now, so I will be responsible for all these things. Don't worry about it. Think, I just care about it."

Ding Ying said while carefully observing the changes in the expression on the other person's face.

If she shows any hint of displeasure or impatience, she will immediately shut up.

People need to know how to be flexible.

Nowadays, the Zhou family is like that thick thigh. If Meng Tingyao can live a good life, then their natal family members can follow suit.

Ding Ying's eyes flickered, and then she quickly lowered her eyes.

Nowadays, there are countless people on the Internet calling her a mistress, and Ding Ying has also spent money to suppress the popularity.

But she couldn't see any splash when she spent her little money.

But if Zhou Yubai intervenes... then things will be different.

The atmosphere between the two was quiet for a few seconds.

When the red number on the elevator jumped to 15, the man spoke coldly.

"Engagement does not equal marriage."

This answer made Ding Ying's eyes widen in astonishment.

Apparently she had imagined countless answers, but not this one.

All are adults.

Zhou Yu's words were clear. He didn't want to marry Meng Tingyao, and his current engagement was just to stabilize public opinion on the Internet.

The man's eyes were bone-piercingly cold.

Ding Ying found her voice the moment the elevator door opened.

"Mr. Zhou, then... does Yaoyao know what you mean? If she knew, she would definitely be very sad."

Zhou Yubai was silent.

Ding Ying continued to add fuel to the fire, "We all know that Yaoyao is your first love. If it weren't for Meng Xingluan, you two would have become friends long ago. Besides, Yaoyao still has scars on her shoulders because she saved you back then. Mr. Zhou, is it really okay for you to play with her feelings like this?"

The woman was aggressive and accused him of this behavior in every word.

Zhou Yubai walked into the elevator, and his tall figure gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

He looked at Ding Ying coldly and suddenly smiled.

The voice is deep and magnetic.

"Did Yaoyao really save me?"

What do you mean?

Ding Ying watched the elevator door close helplessly. She stood there for a while before dragging her feet back to the ward unwillingly.

Meng Tingyao was still lying quietly on the hospital bed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head and looked over.

Seeing it was Ding Ying, a trace of disappointment quickly flashed in her eyes.

"aunt."

"Yao Yao, is it because of Mr. Zhou that you cut your wrists this time?"

There was no one else in the ward at the moment, and Ding Ying asked the question directly without beating around the bush.

Meng Tingyao whispered: "This is only part of the reason."

She had a fight with Meng Jinan that night and lost her mind in anger. When she came to her senses, her wrist had been cut.

Ding Ying said nothing.

Meng Tingyao: "Where is An'an?"

As soon as this question came up, Ding Ying made a lot of guesses.

She sighed.

He said exactly what Zhou Yubai said just now.

With every word he uttered, some of the heat in Meng Tingyao's body would dissipate until it became cold and without warmth.

She felt like she was no different from a corpse.

"He...he really said that?"

The woman's weak voice had an obvious tremor.

The ends of his eyes were red, and tears welled up in large pieces, instantly wetting a small piece of pillow.

"Yes, I don't think he has any intention of marrying you."

No wonder, no wonder, every time she proposed marriage, Zhou Yubai would either evade or deliberately change the topic.

Ding Ying thought about it again and again, and suddenly said: "Actually, I have a way to make Mr. Zhou have to marry you."

As soon as the words fell, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in the woman's dead eyes.

"any solution?!"

"If you are pregnant with his child, no matter how unwilling he is, he can only marry you."

……

*

It has been raining in Beijing for several days.

The road on the mountain is muddy and slippery.

The renovation work of the Taoist temple was nearing completion. On the day when the work was handed over, the thank-you speech that had been missing for several days appeared.

Song Nanzhu looked at the uninvited man, his entire face filled with displeasure.

"Hey, what brought Mr. Xie here?"

The strange words did not make the man feel any other emotions.

He glanced at Song Nanzhu coldly, "The renovation of the Taoist temple is completed, I'm here to send you a congratulatory gift."

Song Nanzhu hummed twice.

"Actually, it's fine if the gift arrives. Mr. Xie is a busy man, so it's okay if he doesn't come."

Thank you banquet speech: "..."

Someone come and take him in.

Looking unsightly.

The two faced off for several seconds, and finally Song Nanzhu was defeated.

He reluctantly let Xie Yanci enter the Taoist temple.

Compared with the previous one, the Taoist temple can be said to be completely new.

The dilapidated walls and appliances are brand new, and there is a fresh earthy smell in the air.

Going further inside is the inner courtyard.

The first thing I saw was Fat Orange lying under the eaves, licking his paws and washing his face.

Compared with the thin appearance before, the chubby appearance is obviously more pleasing to the eye now.

Xie Yanci looked around and saw no sign of Meng Xingluan.

Song Nanzhu followed him.

"Isn't Miss Meng not in the Taoist temple today?"

"Yes, senior sister has the habit of running in the morning..."

Song Nanzhu wanted to continue talking, but suddenly he seemed to realize something and shut up immediately.

Why did he tell Xie Yanci about Senior Sister’s habits?

The hostility in the boy's eyes was very obvious.

I have become accustomed to saying thank you banquets.

"Don't let me go in and sit down?"

The man's voice was clear and low. Song Nanzhu glanced at the bag in his hand, turned around and led him to the makeshift lounge.

The Taoist temple will reopen later.

Considering that there would be some elderly and children, we temporarily built a small rest room.

The furnishings in the lounge are simple.

There is only a sofa and a table.

Xie Yanci had long arms and legs, and looked a little suffocated and out of place sitting on the sofa.

Out of courtesy, Song Nanzhu poured him a glass of boiling water.

Then leave the lounge.

After a few minutes, another stool was brought in.

He sat in front of the thank you banquet speech.

A pair of eyes stared straight at Xie Yanci.

Thank you banquet speech: "..."

Xie Yanci: "Is there something written on my face?"

Song Nanzhu's eyes were full of seriousness.

"Yes, your evil intentions towards my senior sister are written all over your face!"

Xie Yanci: "...Are you so possessive of Miss Meng?"

Those who didn’t know thought Song Nanzhu liked Meng Xingluan!

After hearing this, the young man frowned in disapproval, "Senior sister is my god. I will not allow anyone to drag her down from the altar. Senior sister has sealed her heart with cement. You should give up as soon as possible."

Xie Yanci felt his teeth itching.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that nothing about Song Nanzhu was pleasing to his eyes.

Ah.

Sooner or later someone will come and collect him.

"It's a shame you don't write novels."

Song Nanzhu: "?"

Why are they all asking him to change his career to writing novels?

Just as the two were fighting openly and secretly, the sound of the orange cat "meowing" came from outside.

What followed was a burst of chaotic footsteps.

"Sister!"