Crazy sweet! Mr. Gu spoils his wife and spends hundreds of billions

In the evening, Lin Qian got off work on time.

After leaving the company gate, she went to a nearby flower shop and bought a large bouquet of beautifully packaged sacrificial flowers to express her condolences. Then she got on a shared bicycle and rode all the way to the cemetery in the suburbs.

In the green cemetery of pines and cypresses, it is quiet and peaceful. You can only hear the wind blowing the branches and leaves on the treetops and the slight sound of fallen leaves falling to the ground.

Lin Qian walked lightly and walked forward step by step on the path lined with pines and cypresses.

Finally, her slender figure in a dark black skirt stopped in front of a simple Western-style tombstone.

On the smooth, mirror-like surface of the stele, there are several powerful golden regular characters engraved: Tomb of biological mother Lin Ya.

A black and white portrait recording Lin Yasheng's previous appearance is embedded in the center of the tombstone. The appearance is as beautiful as the painting, and the temperament is elegant and graceful. She is as beautiful as a fairy but never misses the year, which is the best interpretation of the four words "beauties have a bad life".

This tombstone was the tomb built for Lin Qian's biological mother when she came of age.

Lin Yake died in a foreign land, with no bones left. The Wu family of three, who was squandering the money she earned from selling her life and living a happy life, just didn't want her body to return to its roots. They didn't even build a tombstone.

When Lin Qian was a child, she wanted to visit her mother's grave every Qingming Festival, but she couldn't find the place to go.

She lamented that after her mother passed away, she had no place to live. So the first thing she did as an adult was to buy a cemetery and build a mausoleum for her mother who died young in this quiet cemetery far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Mom, four years have passed and I have been released from prison..." Lin Qian silently read her heartfelt words to her mother, bent down and presented a bouquet of flowers.

The moment she lowered her head, she saw a small square velvet box placed neatly in front of the tombstone.

In the box, there is a blurry and brilliant diamond ring, and it is a DR diamond ring that means "you will only love one person in your life".

In the box, there is also a piece of paper, with a line of text written in Long Feifengwu's handwriting: Xiaoya, life and death are uncertain, without thinking, you will never forget it. Blue falls and yellow springs, heaven and earth, you and I will meet one day eventually.

Lin Qian was surprised. She was the only one who knew the location of Lin Ya's tomb.

How did the person who gave the diamond ring know the location of the tomb?

Also, who is he?

Judging from his affectionate voice, he probably has an unforgettable past with his mother...

Lin Qian said a lot of things from her heart in front of her mother's tombstone.

It was already dark, and she left the cemetery and embarked on her way home alone.

The chef called, "Ms. Lin, dinner is ready. Come to the company for dinner."

Lin Qian declined and said, "No, I'll go to a roadside restaurant and have something to eat."

Chef: "As directed by Mr. Gu, you come. You must come."

Lin Qian couldn't refuse, so she came to Yuhuan and settled down for dinner.

After eating and drinking, Lin Qian wandered around to digest the food.

After taking a few steps, she alertly noticed that someone was following her behind her.

Lin Qian took out her makeup mirror and looked behind her in the old way. After seeing her stalker clearly, she changed her route and walked into a quiet alley.

Behind her, footsteps rushed up in a hurry. Suddenly, a man's hand pressed hard on her right shoulder, and then, a handkerchief exuding the pungent ether smell covered her mouth and nose...

……

The next day, the third day, the fourth day, and three days in a row, Lin Qian was nowhere to be seen in Yuhuan Group.

On the fifth day, in the afternoon, Lin Qian hurried to the company.

The wrist of her right hand was wrapped with plaster and white gauze, lying across her chest, with a triangle scarf hanging around her neck.

Others asked her: "Oh, what's wrong with your hands?"

Lin Qian smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, a few days ago, I was wandering on the street and met a gangster. He hit me with a stick and broke my arm."

Colleagues asked: "Is it serious?"

Lin Qian sighed: "It's very serious. I went to the hospital to take a X-ray. The doctor said that the radius bone is fractured and will require treatment for at least a year and a half."

The colleague lamented: "Oh, it's already like this, why are you still working? If it were me, I would resign directly and go home to recuperate."

Lin Qian laughed at herself: "There is nothing we can do. We are just social animals and are under great pressure. After we resign, we will have no salary and will only starve to death."

She used her left hand to flip through the documents clumsily and slowly, and said in a condescending manner: "From now on, my work efficiency will be reduced, please forgive me. When I recover, I will treat you to a feast."

……

In the Wu family, Wu Jingjing received a call from Jiang Cheng. She repeatedly asked: "Are you sure that her right hand was really shattered and fractured by you?"

Jiang Cheng guaranteed: "Of course, I knocked her out first and smashed six sticks on her arms. I heard the sound of bones breaking with my own ears. If you don't believe it, go to the gate of Yuhuan Group and drag the company employees with you. Ask around. Everyone said that she was at home, resting for three days, and just went to work with an injury today. She eats with her left hand and types with her left hand..."

Afraid that Jiang Cheng would lie to herself, Wu Jingjing went to Yuhuan Group in person and asked around.

The results she heard were without exception: Lin Qian was seriously injured...

Wow! Wu Jingjing cheered.

When she got home, she openly declared on Weibo: #plagiarismdog, at eight o'clock tonight, we will see you in the Kuaiyin live broadcast room! #

Netizens commented one after another: #crouch! #

#looking forward to! #

#Set the alarm clock and wait for the battle of the century. #

It was night, at eight o'clock sharp, Wu Jingjing had just gone online in the Kuayin live broadcast room, and Lin Qian sent an invitation to connect.

Witnessed by thousands of viewers, Lin Qian appeared in the live broadcast room on the right.

She wears no makeup, has a bare face, and wears the professional attire she wears to work. Her shawl-length hair was casually tied into a low ponytail, looking careless and lazy.

Wu Jingjing, on the other hand, wore a new style of women's clothing produced by Chanel and a rich Hong Kong-style royal makeup. She had a cool and noble aura, looking like a domineering rich lady.

Hibiscus comes out of clear water, and the carvings are naturally removed. Lin Qian didn't wear any makeup. She relied on her fair and moist skin, her smart eyes with smoky peach blossoms, and her pure and elegant temperament to be as pure as ice and snow. She easily beat Wu Jingjing, who was wearing heavy makeup.

Compared with her, Wu Jingjing is completely vulgar and vulgar.

"Oh!" Wu Jingjing made an extremely exaggerated fuss, "You don't even have to put on makeup, don't you know social etiquette? You can't afford cosmetics."

Lin Qian followed her words and responded lazily: "Well, I'm poor and I can't afford cosmetics."

"Ah!" Wu Jingjing exclaimed again, "What happened to your hand? Don't tell me that your right hand was seriously injured at this critical moment and cannot move."

Lin Qian lowered her head in despair, "As you may imagine, a few days ago, I was suddenly injured and couldn't move my right hand."

Wu Jingjing covered her mouth and laughed, laughing so hard, "Who are you lying to? It's not too early or too late, but you got hurt at this time. You either deceived everyone, or you hurt yourself deliberately, playing a trick to avoid painting on site."

Audience: #What I didn’t say, it must be a bitter trick. #

#Please, fools don’t believe this trick, Confucius doesn’t believe it, and I don’t believe it even more. #

#Hey yo yo, your arm is injured, why don’t you say you are hemiplegic. #

Lin Qian turned a blind eye to the questioning and insults from the audience, "Everyone, be quiet for now. Let's watch Wu Jingjing, a rising star in the design world, do a live drawing."

Wu Jingjing crossed her arms with a scornful expression, "My talent is unknown to everyone. I don't need to prove it on the spot. But you, you are injured and can't draw. How are you going to prove yourself?"

Lin Qian raised her chin slightly, her voice was clear and clear, and she spoke at an unhurried pace: "Everyone, I want to tell you a shocking news that will make you cry. Wu Jingjing is not a plagiarist. She is a plagiarist." Dogs are hundreds of times worse, plagiarizing-stealing-dogs.”

The audience in the live broadcast room were all shocked: #WHAT? Plagiarism dog, what you say is unfounded, do you have any evidence? #

#You said she plagiarized, who did she plagiarize from? She has been in the industry for more than three years, but why doesn't the original author jump out to criticize her? #

Wu Jingjing expected that Lin Qian would expose her plagiarism in the live broadcast room.

Wu Jingjing was well prepared and did not panic at all, "Who am I plagiarising? Tell me! Did I plagiarize you? Do you have evidence? You don't! You are slandering me. You are despicable, you are shameless, and you are worthy of being a mistress." Raised..."

Before she finished speaking, Lin Qian smiled brightly and interrupted her: "Miss Wu, calm down and calm down. I'm not you. I'm not good at confusing right and wrong. I always speak according to the facts."

She raised her left hand and snapped her fingers, "Miss Lu Lin, I sincerely invite you to make your debut and confront Miss Wu."

A working girl in her thirties with outstanding charm appeared gracefully.

When she saw her, Wu Jingjing felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She sat in her chair dumbfounded.