[Comprehensive] How to pretend to be a victim?

Over ten years?Sonny didn't make it this year, wait, isn't that...

Chen Shuyao gently stroked the tall and handsome face in the photo with her thumb: "When did my mother remarry?"

After waiting for a long time for a response, Chen Shuyao looked sideways. Mrs. Green seemed to be lost in thought, but she seemed to be just letting herself go.

After a while, she took off her reading glasses and rubbed her cloudy eyes: "My dear child."

Chen Shuyao felt inexplicably nervous: "I'm here."

"Will you forgive her? I mean..." Mrs. Green sniffed, her eyes slightly moist, "If she..."

There was a sudden screeching sound of brakes not far from the door. Sherlock put down the photo album in his hand and looked through the window. At that time, there was a Rolls-Royce of Golden Angel parked outside the manor.He took a closer look at the license plate and frowned slightly.

"Who will come here?" Mrs. Green stood up holding the armrest of the sofa, her eyes fixed on the people walking on the cobblestone road, with complicated emotions in her eyes, "What happened today."

Before Chen Shuyao could react, Mrs. Green closed the album in a panic: "Put the things away."

As soon as the words fell, the wooden door had been pushed open.In an instant, too much sunlight fell into the hut, which was a bit dazzling.Chen Shuyao squinted her eyes and saw a tall figure standing in the sunlight.She was wrapped in a white suit with a curvy body, and her long chestnut curly hair hung down to her waist.

Chen Shuyao looked up, and the two of them stared fiercely when their eyes intertwined.

Isn't this exactly Michelle who hasn't seen her mother for more than ten years?Counting people who are almost 50 years old now, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe that a middle-aged woman could be so young.

But in an instant, she looked away from Chen Shuyao, and looked at Mrs. Green with a smile: "My dear mother, long time no see."

"Dear Mrs. Harris, it's a blessing that you still remember me." Mrs. Green snorted coldly with a smile on her face.

Mrs. Harris?Why does it sound so familiar?Chen Shuyao unconsciously fell into deep thought.

"I think there must be some misunderstanding between us, and you know I've been very busy, so it's inevitable..." Michelle said halfway, she glanced at Sherlock who was standing aside, and paused slightly, "Sorry, if I didn't Guess wrong, you are not the famous Mr. Holmes, are you?"

Sherlock smiled: "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Harris."

I don't know if it was Chen Shuyao's illusion, but she always felt that Michelle always seemed a little nervous in her smile after seeing Sherlock.

"Nice to meet you." Michelle and Sherlock shook hands. "Why are you here? I'm sorry. I mean, I don't remember my mother being very close to the Holmes family."

"You're right." Sherlock walked up to Chen Shuyao, glanced at Chen Shuyao, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "But I happen to know your daughter very well."

"Sonny..." Michelle frowned slightly, and whispered, "My God, what a coincidence."

"Excuse me, what were you talking about just now?" Sherlock cast a probing look.

"I mean it's unbelievable that my Sonny would know someone like you." Michelle smiled just right.

"Quickly put away your fake smile, what is the purpose of coming to me this time?"

As soon as Mrs. Green's words came out, the smile on Michelle's face froze instantly.

"I'm really sorry, my mother is a bit grumpy, I think she probably hasn't complained to me for a long time." Michelle smiled, walked a few steps to Mrs. Green, and whispered something in her ear, Green The wife was obviously reluctant, but she also followed Michelle to the small bedroom.

"Sorry, there are some family matters to deal with, you can just take a look." Mrs. Green said before closing the door.

Sherlock stared at the door: "What do you think?"

"I have a premonition." Chen Shuyao's eyes met You Sui, "Her coming this time has something to do with me."

"Isn't this obvious? Your father died when you were six years old. After she remarried, your grandfather burned her photo. What do you think is the reason?" Sherlock turned to look at Chen Shuyao, "Don't forget At the time point, she hasn't been here for more than ten years."

Chen Shuyao rubbed her fingers together with her hands hanging by her side: "I don't know yet, but maybe Michelle never loved Ian, and that's not necessarily the case."

"No, I think they once loved each other passionately." Sherlock quickly pulled out the photo from Chen Shuyao's fingertips and held it up in front of her eyes, "Look carefully at their eyes, people's eyes are the easiest to betray him You can’t pretend to love someone’s eyes.”

Only then did Chen Shuyao notice that the two in the photo really looked like an enviable couple, full of love.

But what will make such a strong love go bad?

While they were thinking about it, there was a sudden fierce quarrel in the room.

"Listen to me, I'm sure Sonny won't need your so-called help, put away your hypocrisy and go back to make a salad and enjoy it with your dear husband."

"Mother! San, you are my daughter."

"Oh my God, I should thank you for remembering this."

"Mother! Let me tell you one last time, San, you are my daughter, and I have the right to take her away from here." As soon as the words fell, Michelle's cheeks were flushed, and she walked to San in front of Ni.

"Listen, whether it's compensation or responsibility, you leave here with me now." Without waiting for Sonny to respond, Michelle grabbed Chen Shuyao's hand and looked up at Sherlock, "Really I am sorry, Mr. Holmes, to make you laugh. We may have to go first, or you can join us, and I will let the driver take you back."

"Mrs. Harris, I think you may have made a mistake. Sunny is an adult, she has the right to decide whether she will stay or not. And I am not just Mr. Holmes." Sherlock took Chen Shuyao's other hand, " Do you understand?"

Michelle was stunned for a while, and curled her lips in embarrassment: "Sorry, I don't quite understand, no, I mean you..."

"Sonny has agreed to my marriage proposal."

"Sonny." Michelle looked at Chen Shuyao, her eyes were wide open, without any tenderness, "Why didn't you tell me about such a big matter?"

Chen Shuyao met Michelle's gaze, and there was no emotion in her eyes: "I am an unblessed child, I should have died on the operating table long ago, you forgot."

Michelle's face turned ashen when she heard this, and her red lips trembled for a long time before she uttered three words: "How could that be?"

Staring at Michelle's supposedly unfamiliar face, Chen Shuyao felt more and more familiar.There was a loud noise in my mind, the door of the memory library was bombed and cracked, and too many pictures slanted out from it, rushing in like sea water, but it was extremely cold.

"Is that uncle treating you well?" Chen Shuyao's eyes were slightly red.

She remembered that, long, long ago, Michelle pulled a tall, thin man to her bedside.

"Sonny, call me uncle."

At that time, Michelle still had an expectant smile on her face.I just don't know why, but later, everything changed.

"I still have something to do." Michelle let go of Chen Shuyao's hand, smiled in despair, turned and slammed the door and left.

Sherlock held Chen Shuyao's shoulders: "Are you okay?"

"Very good, Juan Fu, I think you should check Jim Harris. You will gain a lot, I'm sure." After Chen Shuyao finished speaking, she suddenly narrowed her eyes, "How long has Mrs. Green not spoken?"

Then he said "Oops" to himself, and ran towards the small bedroom.

"Mrs. Green!"

In the small bedroom, Mrs. Green was sitting leaning against the edge of the bed, eyes slightly closed, brows furrowed, a medicine bottle was down by her feet, and white pills were spilled all over the floor.

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In the huge study room, only one desk lamp was shining with a dim yellow light.

Michelle tremblingly opened the wine cork and took the goblet: "She seems to remember."

"Ma'am, this... is impossible..."

Michelle forcefully pushed the wine bottle on the table, and with a big wave of his hand, the goblet fell to the ground and shattered, and the red wine spilled all over the floor.She leaned on the table with both hands, glaring fiercely at the man standing in front of her.

"How do you do it!"

The man was so frightened that he quickly fell to his knees: "Madam, it was my mistake. Give me one more chance, this time I will never miss."

"Let's go, the Harris family doesn't raise invalids." Michelle fell back into the seat weakly.

"Madam, I have been with you for more than twenty years..."

"Then you should have been expelled, shouldn't you?" Michelle closed her eyes slightly, rubbing her temples with her thumbs.

There was a knock on the door.

"What's the matter with you, mother?" Pearl opened the door and came in, glanced at the people kneeling on the ground, walked behind Michelle, and gently touched Michelle's shoulder, "What's the matter, you can talk to me Say, maybe I can help you share your worries."

"It's Sonny."

Pearl's hands froze: "Did something happen to her?"

"She might remember."

Pearl slowly put down his hand, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked: "Could it be that you misunderstood?"

"No." Michelle rubbed the center of her brows, "She said it herself, her eyes are also very different from before, I see full of hatred."

The man looked at Pearl pleadingly: "This is my fault, but Miss Pearl, I trouble you to intercede with Madam, I really don't want to leave the Harris house."

Pearl glanced at the man: "Mother, Uncle Robles is getting old, let him get up first."

"En." Michelle got up and walked towards the door, "I've been suffering from a severe headache recently, and I'll leave these matters to you, Pearl."

"Okay, mother." Pearl walked up to Robles, bent down slightly, and smiled slightly, "Uncle, you still want to stay at Harris' house, right?"

"Of course, Miss Pearl."

Roberts' eyes showed anticipation, but the light faded suddenly after an hour, leaving only a death-like tranquility, which was finally covered by a shovel of fresh soil...

The moonlight fell on the roof, the cold wind blew the corners of the windbreaker, and two slender shadows intertwined on the ground.

"What's next, ma'am?"

"Your Madam..." The woman's red lips were slightly hooked, and smoke drifted from the corners of her lips, "It's really beautiful."