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

By the end of the story, Pu Wanyue was in agony.

Her heart was riddled with holes. Thinking of her brother's behavior in the past two months, her tears fell even more fiercely.

Meng Xingluan handed over a few tissues.

The insignificant tenderness makes women even more defeated.

Meng Xingluan just watched Pu Wanyue cry and vent her anger, handing her a few pieces of paper to wipe her tears from time to time without making a sound to dissuade her.

When she was tired of crying and stopped, she said, "What do you want me to do for you?"

The only sound left in the ward was Pu Wanyue's sobs.

She now has an unbearable headache, and her already haggard face is looking increasingly bad. Her eyes are red and swollen, which looks a bit abrupt on her thin face.

Pu Wanyue said: "I want him to regret it."

Meng Xingluan's eyes changed, and he looked at the fragile woman complicatedly.

"I am a metaphysician."

So making people regret something is simply not within the scope of her responsibilities.

Pu Wanyue continued: "Master Meng, what I mean is that after my death, can you let me follow my brother in the form of Ah Piao? One day... no, one hour is enough."

The woman looked at Meng Xingluan with hopeful eyes.

The loose hospital gown covered her thin, paper-like body, and there was no trace of the glamor she had shown on the screen before.

Meng Xingluan pondered for a moment and said, "The price is very expensive."

Pu Wanyue was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't because she heard the other party talk about money, but because she had understood the rules of their industry before.

Don’t take it if your life is approaching, don’t take it if the disaster is near and unavoidable, don’t take it if your fortune is about to run out.

But she...it was clear that she would not survive more than three months.

For this reason, she also racked her brains to find ways to reward Meng Xingluan, and just the day before told her good friends to donate 10 million to Bodhi Taoist Temple after her death.

There was a lively expression in Pu Wanyue's dead eyes, and her body was still trembling with excitement.

Meng Xingluan sees through it but doesn't say anything.

She didn't say a word, but Pu Wanyue, who was attentive, found out by following the clues.

Pu Wanyue will indeed not die.

She will meet a noble person at that desperate moment.

"I have money, Master Meng, I can give it all to you!"

"Twenty million."

Meng Xingluan gave an accurate number.

Pu Wanyue nodded without hesitation, "No problem."

For her, 20 million is just a fraction of her savings.

Pu Wanyue looked at Meng Xingluan with increasing gratitude.

Meng Xingluan asked her for a photo of her and her brother.

In the photo, Pu Wanyue is smiling like a flower, holding her arm affectionately with the handsome man next to her.

His eyes were full of stars, which was very different from his current terminally ill appearance.

The man looked at the camera with a pair of red phoenix eyes. He seemed unruly and unruly, but standing next to Pu Wanyue, he looked very well-behaved.

The two of them were undoubtedly happy at this time.

One is nineteen years old and the other is twenty-four.

A standard sister-brother relationship.

However, due to Pu Wanyue's work, the relationship was not made public, and the two could only see each other two or three times a month at most.

And they also had a long-distance relationship for nearly half a year.

Meng Xingluan's eyes focused entirely on the man's face.

What you can know by looking at faces alone is limited, and the accuracy is not high because it is too long ago.

"Miss Pu, do you have any photos of him in the last month or two?"

After finishing her words, Pu Wanyue's eyes dimmed again.

She gripped the quilt tightly, lowered her head, smiled bitterly, and her eyes were red.

"We have been in a cold war these past few months."

I couldn't even say a few words, let alone take a photo together.

In addition, Lu Heng doesn't like to take pictures, so his circle of friends is almost filled with forwarded posts.

Or photos that I have to send at work.

Meng Xingluan didn't answer.

Pu Wanyue took out her phone from under the pillow and opened WeChat, "I'll look for it now, I should be able to find it..."

The woman sat on the hospital bed and lowered her head to operate. After a while, the hand she was holding the phone started to tremble.

My eyes couldn't help but form a layer of mist again, and with a few clicks, tears fell from my eyes onto the screen.

In Lu Heng's latest circle of friends, he posted a photo of a company dinner.

The photo was obviously taken by someone else with a mobile phone.

At the front of the long table, a handsome and unruly man and a pretty young woman were very close to each other. Even though they were separated by a screen, the unusual atmosphere between the two could be seen.

Pu Wanyue's fingers were almost red.

Meng Xingluan handed over another tissue.

Pu Wanyue held back the sobs that reached her throat this time and handed the phone to Meng Xingluan with trembling hands.

Meng Xingluan lowered his eyes and looked down.

In her ears was Pu Wanyue's fragile voice.

"Lu Heng founded a game company with his friends after graduating from college. It wasn't until last year that his career started to flourish. At that time, I already had the intention of retiring, but God played a joke on me. I suffered from acute For leukemia, the doctor said the possibility of being cured is very slim, and matching has always failed... Lu Heng doesn’t know that I’m sick yet.”

Pu Wanyue just didn't want him to worry.

Even when asked about the reason for her extreme weight loss, Pu Wanyue excused herself by saying that her role was necessary.

The other party disagreed very much and ordered her to eat well.

Pu Wanyue smiled and agreed, even though she felt sick to her stomach, she did not reveal any flaws in front of Lu Heng.

After vomiting, my stomach was sour and I had no complaints.

She is thirty years old, and even though she takes good care of herself every day, there are still wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Being with Lu Heng, Pu Wanyue's inferiority complex deepened day by day.

In the past, when they slept in the same bed together, Lu Heng would hug her like a big dog and wouldn't let her go even two or three times a night.

But as she passed her thirtieth birthday, Lu Heng was no longer like this.

He slept well at night, and even if she took the initiative, he was not in high spirits.

It wasn't until Pu Wanyue saw him chatting with a girl that she suddenly realized it.

It's not that she's getting old, but that Lu Heng has changed his mind.

Pu Wanyue covered her heart, the dense pain almost suffocating her.

Meng Xingluan looked away from the screen and said, "That girl... looks a lot like you."

Especially the eyebrows and eyes are the most similar.

The only difference is that the other party is younger and more immature than Pu Wanyue.

Being reminded by Meng Xingluan, Pu Wanyue immediately looked at the photo again.

I found that, as Meng Xingluan said, this girl's eyebrows were fifty or sixty percent similar to hers.

Pu Wanyue was stunned.

The look in his eyes changed again and again, and finally turned into mockery.

"He wants to tell me, am I old?"

Meng Xingluan was noncommittal and did not answer her question. Instead, he said, "Tell him now that you are going to die."

……

After leaving Pu Wanyue's ward, Meng Xingluan went to the treatment room to change the dressing.

In the middle of the journey, the third junior brother Xia Yu called.

"Senior sister, are you okay? I heard from my junior brother that you were injured, so I booked the nearest flight ticket..."

Xia Yu has been as busy as a spinning top lately.

Even during the New Year days, he was still busy.

What I finally found out when I had some free time was the news that Meng Xingluan was injured.

In Xia Yu's impression, his senior sister was so powerful that few people could hurt her.

This time I got injured because I must have met a powerful person!

Meng Xingluan's clothes were half off, and the nurse behind her was carefully changing her dressing.

Meng Xingluan: "You don't have to come over. I will return to the capital in a few days."

Xia Yu replied as she walked: "I'm already at the airport. Senior sister, please give me an address. I'll get off the plane and go directly to you."

How could he sit idly by and do nothing when his senior sister was injured?

He wanted to see who the blind person actually hurt his senior sister!

At the end of the phone call, Xia Yu remembered something.

"By the way, senior sister, I saw Shu Jinsheng early this morning."