godmother

Nangong Yu has been in the ward for a month. In the past, the power was all over the place, and the stars were holding the moon, but now it is deserted. It seems that people have forgotten that there is such a person in Nangong's family.

Lan Qiao's hands were slender and delicate, and the killer's hands were always nimble and delicate, just like the hands of an artist.Lan Qiao peeled an apple and handed it to Nangong Yu. Just as Nangong Yu was about to take it, footsteps suddenly appeared outside the ward.

Nangong Yu's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't want to admit it, Nangong Yu still had expectations in his heart for the past month.At least her mother, Nangong Mu, didn't kill her. She also seized power and usurped the throne. At least she didn't do it directly like she did to her sister...Recalling the past, Nangong Yu's chest felt tight and sad.

Nangong Yu didn't want to practice standing or walking, just because she was betting that her mother would soften her heart when she found out, worried that she would be paralyzed for the rest of her life, and couldn't bear to come and see her.

As the footsteps approached, Nangong Yu's eyes darkened, it wasn't her.

In the end, it really is just self-deception...

The person who came was Nangong Yu's younger sister, Nangong Fei.

Nangong Fei was brought home by Nangong Mu ten years ago. Nangong Yu didn't know where this child came from. Nangong Mu didn't say anything, and Nangong Yu didn't dare to ask.It's just that in this cold Nangong's house, the moment this soft little thing fell into her arms, Nangong Yu's heart softened.

"From today onwards, she is your sister." Nangong Mu left with only this sentence, as indifferent and cold as ever.

At that time, Nangong Fei was only five or six years old. He opened a pair of big black and white eyes, and his long eyelashes were flickering. He was really cute. He hugged Nangong Yu's neck and shouted childishly, "Sister, sister... .”

After Nangong Mu brought the child back, she never cared about it. Nangong Yuyi, sister and mother, taught the little thing to hold chopsticks, put on clothes, brush her teeth, wash her face and tie her shoes, and then taught her to use guns and knives, and taught her the art of imperial court , taught her to be scheming, and even handed over part of the territory and business in her own hands to Nangong Fei.

After being reduced to this level, she is the only one who is willing to visit her now.Just like meeting for the first time, at this moment, Nangong Yu's heart is still soft.

"Sister, your legs..." Nangong Fei said in surprise, with the innocence and immaturity unique to her age.

"It's broken." Nangong Yu said lightly, as if it was not worth mentioning.

"My sister has always been so sharp and attracts everyone's attention. The eldest lady of the Nangong family is calm and calm, and her actions are impeccable. Almost everyone believes that you will become the next godmother heir. But me, no matter how hard I try, I can't catch up. Your footsteps can’t keep up with yours. I’m like your shadow. When everyone mentions me, they will say that this is the younger sister of Nangong Yu, the eldest lady of the Nangong family. They can’t even remember my name. My mother also entrusts you with great responsibility. I have a lot of trust, but I have been indifferent to me since I was a child, and I am extremely indifferent. I hate, I hate, Nangong Yu, what do you think I am inferior to you!" Nangong Fei was originally sitting by the hospital bed, but at this moment Looking excited, he stood up suddenly.

Lan Qiao stepped in front of Nangong Yu to prevent the emotionally agitated Nangong Fei from doing anything radical.

"All the business in my hand has now fallen into your hands?" Nangong Yu looked as usual, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Sure enough, she is worthy of being a sister, and she is as good at predicting things as ever." Nangong Fei smiled innocently, like a peach blossom in full bloom in March.

"You were the one who sent a killer to assassinate my mother and framed me?" Nangong Yu didn't use interrogative sentences but declarative sentences. The truth is so clear at a glance, why bother to ask more.After this incident, who has benefited the most, who is the winner, and who is the loser.

"Sister, don't spout blood without evidence, but it's a pity that mother didn't kill you." Nangong Fei's face turned cold, his tone was full of regret, and then he smiled brightly, "I'm here today mainly to tell You, your mother announced at the gang meeting this morning that she has severed the mother-daughter relationship with you, and your life and death will have nothing to do with the Nangong family."

Nangong Fei expected to see pain, sadness, and weakness on Nangong Yu's face, but it was a pity that Nangong Yu still had a calm expression on his face.

Nangong Fei left slightly disappointed.

Nangong Yu laughed at himself, "For a whole month, the only person who came to see me came to see me make fun of me." What's more, that person was her relative, and she had put in countless efforts and money without reservation. Granted, she betrayed herself and struck back when she was completely defenseless...

"Miss, that child..." Lan Qiao paused, not knowing what to say. She saw with her own eyes that the young lady raised the child and protected the child under her wings. She was hurt, and she only wanted to keep her safe and protect the sunny sky above her head.

"Did I do something wrong?" The mother was wary of her, and the younger sister was jealous and resentful of her. Since when did these closest people in her life hate her to the bone?

There was a dull pain in the disused legs, but what hurt even more was the heart.

No tears in the eyes, blood dripping from the heart.

"Miss, do you want to secretly track down the evidence that Nangong Fei bribed the killer?" Even if he is weak, Lan Qiao is willing to do his best to seek justice for the young lady!

Nangong Yu rubbed the center of his brows, his eyes were tired and stinging, and he smiled miserably, "My mother has been in power for decades, wouldn't she know about such an obvious planting of blame? Can't see through Nangong Fei's naive trick? Qiao, I am a knife, a knife she uses to eradicate dissidents and consolidate power!"

Before, Nangong Yu couldn't figure out why her mother didn't believe her, why she hadn't allowed her to defend herself, and hadn't investigated carefully, so hastily and hastily convicted her. It turned out that her mother didn't care about the truth at all, and she was just a part of her power game. Sacrifice! "Do you think that if I don't follow the doctor's advice and don't exercise my legs, I'm angry and willful? I'm afraid, once I show my ambition to make a comeback, I'm afraid that both of us will die without a place to die! Only my legs are disabled, yes She has no threat, so we have a chance!"

Lan Qiao is good at killing people, but he doesn't attack scheming. He can't figure out the twists and turns in it. Now that Nangong Yu pointed it out, he finally figured out all the causes and effects. Only after thinking everything through, he felt more sorry for the eldest lady.The truth is so cruel, too smart and too transparent, it's better to be stupid than to live easily, and at least stupid can deceive oneself and others.

In the past, the turbulent, arrogant and unrestrained eldest lady, how can you bear the fact that you are disabled and have to rely on a wheelchair for the rest of your life?Are you really willing?

"Joe, let's leave tomorrow." Nangong Yu's expression became calm again, but he couldn't hide the tiredness between his brows.

Heart as dead ashes, there is nothing greater than heart death.

"Yes, miss." Lan Qiao knelt on one knee.

Leave this place that makes you sad and never, ever come back. …

In a small town in a remote corner, the folk customs are simple and honest, and the neighbors are warm and harmonious. Because of his preference for the food here, Nan Gongyu chose this place, far away from the hustle and bustle, and people's lives are slow and leisurely.

A relatively well-off family in the local area was eager to move to a big city, so Nangong Yu and the others bought this small bungalow with a large garden for less than 200 million.

Lan Qiao had the full authority to choose a house before. It wasn't until the day of handing over the house that Lan Qiao pushed a wheelchair and took Nangong Yu to see their future home.

The small bungalow has just been renovated for more than half a year, and all the furniture is available. The landlord originally planned to live in it by himself, but due to work reasons, he had to sell the house in a hurry before he could move in.

The small bungalow is very large and spacious, with only one floor, about 200 square meters, and a large garden of 100 square meters outside. The landlord has taken care of the garden beautifully, with lush green grass. Looking out from the window of the room is also a great experience. Pieces of green branches and green leaves, the thriving scene made Nangong Yu feel much better.

"Do you like it?" Lan Qiao asked. Originally, she planned to buy a small villa, but she only chose this place because she was afraid of falling when going up and down the stairs due to the inconvenience of the young lady's legs.

Nangong Yu didn't answer, her face was calm, but Lan Qiao could feel the comfort and love in the heart of the eldest lady.The two have known each other for more than ten years. Lan Qiao can immediately understand the meaning of Nangong Yu's casual eyes, a subtle expression, and a small movement. There is no need to ask more questions. The tacit understanding is definitely beyond the reach of others.

The two have moved into the small bungalow for a month.

The killer's hands are flawless and clean when killing.But when it comes to cooking...

Nangong Yu was trimming the branches and leaves in the garden. He was holding the scissors with his white fingertips. When he heard the sound of dishes breaking from the kitchen, he turned his head worried and asked, "Joe, what's the matter?" Because he was born in a gangster family, He has been on alert all year round, so Nangong Yu's first reaction was that there was a sneak attack by an assassin, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Lan Qiao walked over with some guilt, and said distressedly, "Miss, I haven't learned cooking before, and I will study it carefully in the future."

The corners of Nangong Yu's mouth curled up slightly. The killer was good at all kinds of knives and guns, but he couldn't do anything about a small kitchen knife in the kitchen.

"Joe, your hands are bleeding." Nangong Yu slid the wheelchair, opened the locker under the TV in the living room, opened a small medicine box, and took out a band-aid.

"It's okay, just a little injury." Lan Qiao waved his hand and turned back to the kitchen to clean up the mess.

After tidying up, she returned to the living room and saw Nangong Yu waiting for her with a band-aid. Even though the wound was no longer bleeding, Lan Qiao obeyed the order and stretched her finger in front of Nangong Yu.

Nangong Yu wrapped up the wound skillfully, when there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Nangong Yu's eyelids trembled, Lan Qiao gave a comforting look, walked to the door, pulled out the dagger from his waist with one hand, hid it behind his back, and held the doorknob with the other.