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

Meng Xingluan glanced at her.

"What do you want to happen to them?"

Pu Wanyue couldn't tell.

Meng Xingluan stopped teasing her.

"Everything depends on cause and effect. Sun Mo is an outsider. If she intervenes in the cause and effect between you and Lu Heng, she will definitely suffer backlash. However, she is not a good person herself and knows what she is doing."

"In the future, if you are lucky enough to have no money, you will either be looking for a man or you will be abandoned."

Sun Mo's native family is ordinary.

Her parents remarried and had new children, so she could only rely on herself.

But if she had to find another shortcut, her life would be an endless cycle.

There is nothing wrong with finding a man, but it is heinous to destroy other people's feelings and harm others.

If Meng Xingluan was not present today, wouldn't it allow her to get what she wanted?

Pu Wanyue's mood was not up and down, "What about... Lu Heng?"

Meng Xingluan asked, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Master Meng, tell me, I can bear it."

Meng Xingluan: "If you hadn't taken Lu Heng away, he would have died in the winter when he was fourteen."

Pu Wanyue thought about her words carefully.

Wu Zi was stunned for a moment, his eyes were astonished.

"Master, you mean... Lu Heng will die?"

“Everyone is mortal, it’s just the difference between dying early and dying late.”

Pu Wanyue said nothing.

After a minute, Meng Xingluan added, "He will not die now. You saved his life, but he did something to hurt you. Death both emotionally and rationally is a relief for him." ."

Death is too easy.

Life is better than death.

"Before Lu Heng dies, he will live with his longing and guilt for you. He will be accompanied by nightmares day and night. His business will plummet and he will lose everything he cares about."

Such a result seemed too light to Meng Xingluan.

But this is what their faces show.

Just like being a mistress and having an affair is not illegal.

But if you think about it from another angle, these are exactly the things they care about.

Losing... is the best result.

Pu Wanyue forced a smile and tears fell from her eyes. She did not plead for anyone, she just said: "Master, I will never pick up anything and take it home again."

This one lesson is enough.

Her soul and body merged into one, the instrument started working again, and the data that was classified as a straight line suddenly fluctuated.

Meng Xingluan looked at it quietly for a few seconds, and then pressed the call button.

……

three days later.

Meng Xingluan received a payment of 10 million from Pu Wanyue, and a new round of hot search terms on the Internet took turns.

The first is Pu Wanyue’s statement on her withdrawal from the industry.

She said she was sick. Thank you all fans for your support over the years. See you again when we are destined.

Meng Xingluan received the other party's farewell message alone.

[Pu Wanyue: Master, I asked my assistant to put the money on your card. I probably won’t come back in the future. I plan to spend the rest of my time traveling around to relax. I want to live for myself. Thank you, master. 】

Meng Xingluan just came out of the treatment room.

Today is the last dressing change, and there is no need to come again after that.

The wound will scab and will not leave a scar.

She lowered her head and typed.

[Don’t give up on treatment even when you go abroad. Maybe there will be some improvement? 】

She didn't say it clearly, but Pu Wanyue understood it instantly.

She thanked her again.

Meng Xingluan did not reply. She waited for the elevator, her beautiful face hidden under the mask, and soon there were several more nurses around her who were about to go downstairs.

They chatted and gossiped excitedly.

"Hey, do you know that man from 901? He is crying and making trouble to find Pu Yinghou. He must not be out of his mind."

"I laughed so hard. Although he is quite handsome, I don't think he is worthy of Miss Pu."

"So do you know what disease Pu Wanyue has? It can't be cancer, right?"

"I don't know, it's definitely not a minor illness anyway..."

……

Meng Xingluan listened quietly, without any ups and downs in his mood.

The elevator reaches the first floor.

At the entrance of the hospital, a young man was pinned to the ground by several tattooed men. People around him only dared to speak verbally and did not dare to approach him at all.

"I've called the police, please let that child go!"

"Call the police? Even if the police come, it won't work! It's natural to pay back debts!"

The boy's white and tender face was pressed tightly against the rough ground, causing pain from the rubbing.

He struggled desperately, but he didn't have as much strength as they did.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and his eyes lit up.

"She! She is my sister! She is rich!"