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At this moment, Zhao Yimian felt that all the gaps in his soul seemed to be filled.

The tip of her nose was sour, she was about to cry.

When you have a crush on this kind of thing, only you know how sad it is.

She dare not chat with her, and she has to think twice about every sentence she sends. If there is no reply after speaking more than three sentences, she has to reflect on whether she is too wordy and annoying; if the message she sent last time is not received When it comes to replying and sending messages again, you must muster a thousand times and ten thousand times of courage—for fear that if you send it by yourself, WeChat will remind you that you are not friends.

And it's nothing.

The saddest thing is that you love this person, even if everyone knows it, but as long as she is unwilling to admit it, this love is worthless and meaningless.

You can neither justly give gifts during festivals, nor can you swear sovereignty when others covet her.

Everyone even acquiesces—you are people from two worlds.

They won't even laugh at your wishful thinking, the toad wants to eat swan meat.

Who would take what the little girl said seriously?

"Don't cry."

Shen Mingchu wiped away Zhao Yimian's tears in a panic,

The girl didn't exaggerate when she cried, she just blinked her eyes, and pearly tears rolled down her cheeks.

Every drop of tears burned a hole in Shen Mingchu's heart.

Zhao Yimian roughly wiped the tears off her face with her hands, and said angrily, "I didn't cry, who cried?"

The appearance of opening its teeth and dancing its paws is very similar to a fierce kitten, but it doesn't scare Shen Mingchu at all, and only thinks she is cute.

……

In the evening, Ms. Shen and Ms. Song joined hands to come to the couple's love nest.

Zhao Yimian looked behind Ms. Song curiously, and asked suspiciously, "Isn't Uncle Zong here?"

"He worked overtime tonight and couldn't find time to eat, so he sent me downstairs and left. This is his gift for you to celebrate your discharge from the hospital."

Ms. Song handed over a small suitcase, which was made of silver and felt very precious.

"What, it feels so mysterious..."

Zhao Yimian took the box, his hands sank, recalling the scene in the movie, he casually said, "It can't be a sniper rifle, can it?"

But when she opened the box, she screamed, "Ahhhh—"

Ms. Song picked out her ears, "Keep your voice down, your eardrums are about to burst."

Zhao Yimian hugged the things in her arms like a baby, "Uncle Zong Saigao, my favorite joint keyboard from Dachang and Disney, I've wanted to buy it for a long time, it's too expensive and I haven't bought it, it's so good. Ah-"

She couldn't stop being so excited.

I couldn't help but jumped on the spot twice.

Ms. Song cast a cool gaze, "Doesn't your head hurt?"

Zhao Yimian supported her head, only felt that the stars were popping up in front of her eyes, and her standing was a little unsteady.

"Halo..." she said in a trance.

Ms. Shen smiled, and Zhao Yimian's face turned red in the laughter. Shen Mingchu, who was making tea for two visiting parents, put down his teacup to support his little wife, without regard for politeness, and said in a slightly accusing voice, "Be quiet, head Don't want it anymore?"

Leaning in her arms, Zhao Yimian muttered, "You're talking like my head is only a layer of skin hanging around my neck."

The picture suddenly became terrifying.

Shen Mingchu had nothing to do with him, so he asked her in a low voice, "Can you still go? Otherwise, go to the bedroom and lie down for a while, mom is not an outsider."

Zhao Yimian sighed, "I'm really weak now, just like the crispy hero in the game, whoever gives me a set can take me away."

Because she played games, Shen Mingchu, who had consulted a lot of knowledge like a little assistant, said: "Then why don't you get up and develop well? Try to take them away before others beat you?"

She apologized to the two mothers, "I'll take Mianmian to the bedroom first."

"Go, let her have a good rest, do you want to help?" Ms. Shen asked.

Ms. Song pulled her, "You, you just love to worry. Are you afraid that Zhao Yimian will fall after a few steps?"

Ms. Shen's eyes were still worried, "It's been several days, why are you still so uncomfortable?"

"It will take a hundred days to hurt her muscles and bones. She still hurts her brain. It's not wrong to take care of her."

As a mother, Ms. Song is not as worried as Ms. Shen.

Probably because she understands her daughter's rough skin and thick flesh better than Ms. Song.

That was a werewolf who broke his leg while playing basketball and had to shoot three-pointers while leaning on crutches.

Ms. Song couldn't help laughing when she thought of this incident.

"Isn't she inconvenient in her legs and feet? I was worried about causing secondary injuries, so I went to pick her up every day after school during that time. One day I went a little late, and there was no one in the classroom, and no one answered the phone. The classmate only knew that she went to the basketball court, wait for me to rush over to have a look, good guy──

"She had a plaster cast on her leg, she was leaning on a cane with one hand, and she was holding a basketball with one hand, and she was shooting from there."

It was the first time for Ms. Shen to hear about this, "Mianmian is really amazing."

"She," Ms. Song laughed herself, "she's just rough-skinned and thick-skinned. She said that her class won the chance to get a free throw and refused to waste it. I didn't know that the captain of their school's basketball team was also in their class. Woolen cloth?"

"Asleep?"

While talking, Shen Mingchu came out of the room.

She nodded, "Lie down, I installed a mobile phone holder for her so that she can read novels while lying down."

"Didn't you say you were dizzy? Why did you let her watch something?"

Ms. Shen asked with concern.

The mother obviously understands her daughter better, "Just Mianmian's temperament, you let her lie on the bed and do nothing, I think she would rather endure a headache and read novels. It's not like she hasn't done such stupid things before. Once she read The novel came to the fore, and I stayed up all night, and the next day I took her out to carry flowers, and when it was time to go to bed at night, she endured a headache and had to read the novel before going to sleep."

"How can this be done? In the early Ming Dynasty, Mianmian is your wife. You have to take care of her in this regard. Staying up late is not good for your health and affects your health. Don't think that it's okay to stay up for one or two nights when you are young. This disease is painful. , It’s accumulated bit by bit like this, and I stay up too much at night, people age quickly, and they are prone to hair loss—” She smiled, “Looking at Mianmian’s hair, it seems that it is not as thick as before. .”

Shen Mingchu pursed his lips, and suppressed the smile on his lips, "Don't tell me about this in front of Mianmian, she is going crazy every day because of her hair, every time she washes her hair and looks at the hair on the ground, she feels It's like killing her."

Ms. Shen smiled, the smile was exactly the same as that of Shen Mingchu.

After talking about the gossip, the two mothers brought up the business.

"The Zhou family, what do you want to do?"

The smile disappeared from Shen Mingchu's face, and she suddenly lowered her face, looking a bit inhuman and cruel, "Since they don't know how to teach their children, I don't mind taking care of it for the Zhou family."

The Zhou family they mentioned was the family of the party who caused the accident this time—at the same time, it was also the family of Shen Mingchu's father, Zhou Zhengyang.

The identity of the perpetrator is not difficult to find out. The driving recorder installed on the car faithfully recorded the image of the vehicle involved, the license plate number, and the two laughing young men sitting in the front and passenger seats.

Zhou Qingyu, and his new girlfriend.

When the phone call came to Zhou Qingyu, he had just woken up from a hangover. He heard that someone in the car he hit had been injured and hit his head, suffered a concussion and lost his memory. His first reaction was not to feel guilty and apologize, but Instead, he said contemptuously and disdainfully: "Ha, if you say you are injured, I will believe it? I also said that my son injured his head in a car accident. Isn't it just a test report? Don't think that it is impossible to get it out. If the young master has money, anyone can come and knock him out, and even if the master's money is thrown away and burned, he won't give it to you guys."

His voice woke up the woman beside him, who leaned into his arms and asked tenderly, "Young Master Zhou, what's the matter?"

"It was the car that I bumped into last night to extort money," he snorted, arrogantly speaking, "That's why the old man asked me to settle down and prepare to go abroad in the past two years, otherwise I would just run over the car that day." In the past, I didn't even blink my eyes."

The female partner was surprised, "Really?"

"Can I still lie to you?" He explained complacently, "I will teach you an experience today. If you hit someone while driving, you would rather be killed than maimed. If someone dies, it's really all over. The family members cried No matter how powerful you are, what can you do? If you still have to live, you can only take a sum of compensation and leave. If the person hit is not dead, it will be called trouble. You are being scooped up like a fat sheep."

He didn't pay attention, and threw the phone with a black screen aside, the green indicator light on the top was still on - that was a sign that the call was still going on.

Shen Mingchu was not familiar with the name Zhou Qingyu, but Ms. Shen recognized his identity at a glance.

"He may be from there. If the age is right, he may be your father's later child."

After her parents divorced, Shen Mingchu paid almost no attention to her father. As Ms. Shen’s first husband, she witnessed his impact on Ms. Shen—the long-term suppression and cold violence in the marriage almost destroyed Ms. Shen With all the ability to love and be loved, she became nervous, extremely vulnerable, committed suicide several times, and nearly died. For nearly ten years, she relied on a lot of pills to get by.

The only thing she knew was that the female secretary who took over after their divorce did not sit in Mrs. Zhou's position for a long time. Some gossip people gloated and sent news, saying that the three of them were the third, and they had just been announced as one of them. The official girlfriend of Mr. Zhou, she soon found that the boyfriend she had worked so hard to snatch had rolled with the company's new intern.

She was crazy, hysterical, and more aggressive than Ms. Shen to keep this relationship.

Zhou Zhengyang only thought of her as a lunatic who couldn't get on the stage.

Said to break up lightly, because it is not a serious husband and wife relationship like Ms. Shen, she can't even get a part of Zhou Zhengyang's rich property, so she can only leave in a desperate manner, and even the house she lives in is taken away by Zhou Zhengyang. Take it back through legal means.

Shen Mingchu still remembered how she found her and her mother when she knelt down and cried.

"Mrs. Zhou, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

At that time, Ms. Shen had just experienced a long dream. She came back from a trance and looked at her, and said lightly: "Don't call me Mrs. Zhou, but call me Ms. Shen. I have nothing to do with the person surnamed Zhou. .”

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The author has something to say:

I didn't buy the high-speed rail to go home, so I can only stay at a friend's house for another night.

This chapter is written on a tablet, so everyone will make do with the hard work in sections.