Five years later, she surprised the world with her Zaizai

Ning Yunjiao's death was over seven, twenty-seven.

After attending the funeral, Ning Tao seemed to have forgotten the pain of his daughter's death, and spent the first seven or seven days making excuses to be absent.

The relationship between Ning Yunyan and Ning Yunchiao was fake to begin with. After attending the funeral, she turned around as if nothing happened.

Only Jiang Yun.

Facing the black and white photo of my daughter's death, I shed tears all day long.

On such important days as the first seven and twenty-seventh, she invited the most virtuous and respected monks and nuns in the temples in the imperial capital to chant sutras.

She did not hesitate to spend money on scriptures, paper money, flowers, and etiquette, but in the entire mourning hall, she was the only one crying for her daughter.

After midnight.

After the monks and nuns left the Ning family, the entire Ning family fell into a silent silence.

Jiang Yun didn't turn on the light and sat on the sofa. She felt haggard in recent days, which made her look much older, and her whole person no longer had the brilliance of the past.

After Ning Tao left Jin Yurou's gentle hometown, he returned home and saw Jiang Yun like a lonely ghost.

"Sit there without turning on the light, who are you trying to scare to death?" Ning Tao tugged on his tie angrily.

"Are you... finally willing to come back?" Jiang Yun cried so hard that her voice became hoarse and asked coldly, "Tonight is my daughter's [-]th. What kind of important work is there? It's so important that you can't spare the time to come back to participate! Jiaojiao is here Looking at you from the ground, do you, a father, still have any heart?"

Ning Tao turned on the light and glanced at Jiang Yun impatiently.

"I told you on the phone that something suddenly went wrong in R&D! I can't get away!"

Jiang Yun carefully put down Ning Yunjiao's photo, and then slowly walked to Ning Tao's side.

Women's intuition has always been very accurate, especially Jiang Yun, who now has nothing, her sensitivity is even higher than that of ordinary women.

She found a small half of a lip mark on Ning Tao's shirt, took a few deep breaths and asked, "This is a lipstick mark! How come you have this!"

Ning Tao glanced at it and found it on his body. Thinking that this might be Jin Yurou's trick to declare sovereignty, he felt a little uncomfortable but not that uncomfortable. After all, Jin Yurou is the woman who can give birth to a son for him. The Jiang Yun in front of him does not have Jin Yurou's youth and charm, and fails to educate Ning Yunjiao well, which really makes him feel more and more bored.

"I got it accidentally!" Ning Tao replied perfunctorily.

"Accidentally? Why not!" Jiang Yun angrily stepped forward and grabbed Ning Tao's lapel, shouting hysterically, "You are not busy with work tonight, but busy with women, right! Our daughter, our only one His daughter is dead! How could you do such a cruel thing during the time of mourning for him! Are you worthy of our daughter? Can you be worthy of her!"

After yelling, Jiang Yun was really filled with hatred.

Both hands began to scratch Ning Tao's face vigorously, digging hard at the sharp parts of his fingertips.

Ning Tao was in pain, pushed Jiang Yun to the ground, and stroked his bleeding cheek: "Without my daughter, you become a madman! I can never leave a crazy woman like you at home!"

Jiang Yun fell hard and couldn't stand up.

Ning Tao covered his face and made a phone call.

Not long after, a psychiatrist in a white coat came to Ning's house carrying a medical kit.

"take away!"

"I'm not crazy! He is crazy!" Jiang Yun's eyes were blood red and she was struggling with her hands.

Her resistance was extremely aggressive, and in the eyes of outsiders, she seemed like a madman.

The psychiatrist tied Jiang Yun's body with a belt, loaded it into an ambulance and transported her away in the dark.

……

Soon.

Ning Nuannuan received a text message on her cell phone.

At this time, she was lying in Bo Shiyan's arms, and the man was playing with her hair lovingly.

When Ning Nuannuan heard the text message notification tone, she subconsciously wanted to reach for her phone, but the man's big palm held her small hands in place.