Liu Meijun's footsteps seemed to be caught by something. Even if Wen Hong kept urging her, she could no longer move an inch.
She slowly turned around and looked at Lu Yichang who was struggling on the ground. She couldn't bear it and walked over.
"Madam, you can't go there!" Wen Hong still tried to dissuade her. "This man has always been at odds with our Nie Group. He was the one who bribed Bai Shiwei to steal the Nie Group's trade secrets..."
Liu Meijun finally stopped. She remembered some past events, not all of which were due to Bai Shiwei's defection. There were also some unspeakable secrets.
"Ajun!" Lu Yichang leaned up and waved to her. "Don't leave, wait for me..."
"Wen Hong, help him up." Liu Meijun ordered.
Wen Hong didn't want to go there. "Madam, this man has many tricks up his sleeves. Let's not get too close and leave him to the young master to deal with!"
"When did you start turning a deaf ear to my words!" Liu Meijun glared at him dissatisfied.
Wen Hong had no choice but to hand the soup can to Liu Meijun. He reluctantly walked over and helped Lu Yichang. "Mr. Lu, are you okay? Let's call an ambulance for you!"
"Us?" Lu Yichang looked at Wen Hong, as if he didn't recognize him. "Are you Butler Wen?"
Wen Hong's face froze, knowing that this person must not have anything nice to say.
Sure enough, Lu Yichang started to talk nonsense: "You are just a servant, how come you call us by your master! If you want to say us, it is me and Ajun who call us, it is not your turn as a servant to call us."
Having said this, he looked at Liu Meijun again and sighed: "Ah Jun, you are just too kind, allowing your servants to be presumptuous and disrespectful."
Liu Meijun had a straight face and said coldly: "Don't say these useless things. What's the matter with you? I also need to send nourishing soup to my daughter-in-law!"
Lu Yichang glanced at the soup can in Liu Meijun's hand, his eyes flashed, and he asked warmly: "Who is your daughter-in-law?"
"You don't have to worry about this!" Liu Meijun sneered and took the opportunity to sarcastically say: "Don't think that because you kidnapped one of my daughter-in-laws, my son won't be able to get a wife!"
Lu Yichang hurriedly lowered his face and explained: "These are all bad things done by outstanding people. I criticized him..."
"Okay, there's no need to act like a good person in front of me, I know it's you!" Liu Meijun interrupted his coy pretense without politeness. "Without your nod, would Bai Shiwei have the courage?"
"It's all over! Now Renjie has divorced Bai Shiwei! Hey, let's not talk about those unpleasant things... Ahem..." At this point, Lu Yichang coughed twice more. His eyes were in Liu Meijun's hand again.
He turned the soup can he was carrying and sighed: "In a blink of an eye, I am getting old too! My health is also not good... But you are still so young and beautiful. I didn't expect that you will have a grandson soon."
Liu Meijun was startled again: "How do you know..."
"Madam, he is deceiving you!" Wen Hong was a little anxious and advised her again. "This man is cunning and insidious. Don't say more to him. Let's leave quickly!"
When Lu Yichang heard this, he seemed to be afraid that Liu Meijun would leave again. He moved half a step, but he staggered again and almost fell down.
Liu Meijun instinctively reached out to help him, but he held her hand and never let go.
"Ajun, for so many years, I have burst into tears when I think of you countless times! Every night when I think about the past, I can't sleep! Now that I don't have much time, I just want to... ahem... just want to...
…Cough cough cough…” Lu Yichang was coughing and trembling again. In addition, his face was full of illness, and he looked like he was going to die soon.
"Stop talking!" Liu Meijun looked at him worriedly and asked, "What's wrong with you! I haven't heard anything about you being sick!"
Lu Yichang coughed a lot, and then said slowly: "Can it be spread that I am seriously ill? Otherwise, Lu's stock will not plummet. We are both wealthy people, and we have not experienced many things that we can't help ourselves.
!”
These words reached Liu Meijun's heart, and her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and she was choked with tears for a moment.
Wen Hong was beside him so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat, but no matter how much he tried to persuade him, he could not make Liu Meijun ignore Lu Yichang's advances. Even if this guy was old, sick and about to die, he was still so good at seducing women.
He took a few steps back and quietly took out his cell phone to notify Nie Canghao.
"Butler Wen, what are you doing!" Lu Yichang seemed surprised. He stopped coughing and stared directly at the mobile phone that Wen Hong took out.
After Lu Yichang's reminder, Liu Meijun also noticed that Wen Hong was holding his mobile phone and was about to make a call. She couldn't help but frown, opened her beautiful eyes, and scolded: "I told you I knew it! Why are you so anxious to make a small report...
... Don’t you understand Cang Hao’s explosive temper? If you tell him, he will come over immediately to make trouble. Look at Mr. Lu’s sick face. He can’t stand Cang Hao’s child’s troubles. Don’t call me. I’ll talk to him.
Say a few words and leave!"
When Liu Meijun said this, Wen Hong could only put away his cell phone and look on with worry.
"Ajun, thank you for your trust in me!" Lu Yichang looked at Liu Meijun lovingly and sincerely confessed to her: "Before I pass away, you are my only concern! I will die if I can see you for the last time...
And no regrets!”
After several months of study and practice, Sheng Manru was finally able to play the piece "Pipa" fluently.
An Ran listened carefully several times, but always felt that something was missing. "There is no big problem with the pitch, but...it seems to be missing a little bit of desolation."
Sheng Manru expressed her inability to do anything. "Actually, I was already trying to recall those unpleasant things when I was playing. But for some reason, as I thought about it, I felt that those unpleasant things turned into pleasant things."
An Ran was amazed when she heard this. "You still have this special ability? Sisters, please share, how can you think of unpleasant things as pleasant things!"
"For example, I think about not being loved by my father since I was a child and living in a widowed family. This is a very sad thing. Sometimes I even envy others for having an older brother who can protect me, but I have nothing.
But then I got Huo Yan, and his appearance made up for all my shortcomings!"
An Ran was shocked when she heard this, and it was Huo Yan again. Sheng Manru could actually love such a terrible man so much that she regarded him as her father and brother. This shows how magical the power of love is.
"For another example, my mother is in poor health, and I have to work harder to pay for her medical expenses. I had headaches originally, and the money I earned was never enough to spend. But now that I have Huo Yan, all my financial pressure is gone.
No more." Sheng Manru said this, covering her red cheeks sweetly. "He gave me a card and let me swipe it at will."
safely:"……"
Do all men have the same tricks to please women?
She could only say that she admired Sheng Manru's courage! She didn't even dare to spend Nie Canghao's money, but Sheng Manru actually dared to spend Huo Yan's money. It was simply amazing!
"For example, because of the decline of the Sheng family, I was regretted by Lu Renjie and became the laughing stock of the entire Hong Kong city. Now that I think about it, if he didn't regret his marriage, how could I have met Huo Yan!" Sheng Manru said shyly again.
Cover your face.
After all, it was still because of Huo Yan.
An Ran coughed lightly and changed the topic at the right time: "I think I should demonstrate it myself, what is... the sad artistic conception of Pipa language!"
She picked up the pipa, tuned it, and started playing.
She has been playing this piece of music since she was a child. Her mother An Lan's style of music has been deeply rooted in her bones. It is impossible for her to play her own style anymore, let alone play this piece of music as cheerfully and jumpingly as Sheng Manru.
As soon as the pipa played, the happy smile on Sheng Manru's face slowly disappeared, and she couldn't help being brought into a sad mood by An Ran's music.
In the lonely autumn, there are a few dead bamboos in front of the window, the cold wind blows by, and the fallen leaves flutter like dying autumn butterflies. The occasional call of jackdaws seems to set off the woman's loneliness!
In countless lonely nights, the lone lamp reflected a lone shadow, and the only thing that accompanied her was the pipa and the lovesickness of the past...
As soon as the song was played, the room was quiet for a long time, and Sheng Manru even forgot to applaud.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a knock on the door: "Manager, there is someone down here looking for you."
An Ran put down her pipa, looked at the time and found that it was already lunch time. She stretched her waist and said, "Let's go eat!"
Sheng Manru nodded: "Thank you, Teacher An, for teaching me "Pipa". I'll treat you to it at noon today!"
An Ran didn't argue with her, since she had become a proletarian now. Although she still had the card given by Nie Canghao in her bag, she didn't dare to spend any of it.
The two went downstairs, and An Ran saw Liu Meijun standing in the front hall waiting for her. Wen Hong was carrying a soup can beside her. In addition, there was a sickly-looking man sitting on the sofa, coughing from time to time.
Zhou Han personally made tea and served it to Liu Meijun, while the receptionist handed the other two cups of tea to Wen Hong and the sick man.
An Ran's eyes swept over the man's face, and his heart couldn't help but twitch - this man looks so familiar!
Liu Meijun was already dissatisfied with An Ran's late arrival. She became even more unhappy when she saw that she did not take the initiative to say hello to her after coming downstairs and only stared at Lu Yichang.
"Hello, aunt!" Sheng Manru greeted Liu Meijun sweetly, then grabbed the distracted An Ran and asked in a low voice: "Is this your mother-in-law?"
She had seen Liu Meijun's photos in the news and magazines, so she recognized her at a glance.
An Ran came back to her senses and opened her mouth. Before she could deny it, she heard Sheng Manru's divine words.
"Hello, uncle!" Sheng Manru politely greeted the man sitting on the sofa, and then whispered in An Ran's ear: "Is this your father-in-law?"