"As far as I know, Mrs. Zhao was born in a well-off family. Being able to marry into the Zhao family is already a blessing in disguise. It's so rare, and you don't want to become a concubine easily, right? Cherish your current life and follow Xian Shen.
About what?"
Mrs. Zhao clenched her fists for a long time before murmuring:
"Okay, I won't help Mrs. Huo anymore. If she wants to find another wife to block you, I will try my best to help you stop it. But... you should keep these things in your stomach and never mention them again.
Don’t let my parents-in-law and husband know.”
Su Mi smiled: "That's easy to say."
Mrs. Zhao bit her lip, turned around and left.
Outside the door, Wan Ziya saw the last helper leaving with a pale face. She became anxious and reached out to pull her:
"Mrs. Zhao, what did she tell you? Why did you leave too..."
Mrs. Zhao grabbed her hand in a daze, lay down on her stomach, and said weakly:
"What kind of thing have you encountered? I advise you to give Huo Dong to her. You can't play with her..."
Wan Ziya watched her leave blankly. After a while, she pushed the door open and looked at the people in the room bitterly:
"How did you know so much of their privacy!? What on earth did you do?"
Su Mi raised her eyes and looked over: "If you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself."
Wan Ziya trembled.
This woman was more terrifying and difficult to deal with than she imagined.
It was as if he appeared just to defeat her.
"My left and right arms have been cut off. No one will help you anymore. Is there anything else you can do?" Su Mi broke the silence.
Wan Ziya was so angry that she bit her lower lip and turned it white. Finally, she looked at her deeply and fiercely, turned around and left.
*
In the evening of that day, Su Mi returned from the set and first went to the kindergarten to pick up little Su Bao.
As soon as she returned to the apartment and got out of the car, she saw Han Fei standing downstairs.
Behind him stood three men in black clothes with solemn expressions.
Xiao Subao said hello: "Uncle Han!"
Han Fei walked over with a smile, touched Xiao Subao's head, and motioned the three of them to take Xiao Subao to play with the fitness equipment nearby.
Seeing that he had something to say to her alone, Su Mi took the initiative and asked, "Assistant Han, do you want to see me for something?"
"My wife went to the set today to cause trouble for Teacher Tang'er, right?"
Su Mi did not deny it: "It's all solved."
"Second Master already knows. He is out of town right now and won't be able to return until tomorrow, but he ordered me to arrange some bodyguards for you mother and son, and they will follow you in and out from today." Han Fei said, and added: "Don't worry too much, Er.
I said that if I hire a bodyguard for you mother and son, I am just sorry for my wife’s harassment to you, nothing else.”
Su Mi couldn't help laughing: "No need. It's too exaggerated."
"I also think it's a bit exaggerated," Han Fei said helplessly, "but the second master insists on doing this. In fact, it's okay. With bodyguards, my wife will be a little taboo if she brings those wealthy ladies to trouble you again."
"Don't worry, those wealthy ladies will never make trouble with her again."
Han Fei didn't know what happened specifically. He only heard that the three ladies brought by Wan Ziya today all left in a violent manner and returned in despair. Now that he heard what she said again, he felt more relieved, but still
hesitated for a moment:
"But the second master must let these bodyguards follow you and your mother... We have also assigned them, saying that one will follow Xiao Subao and two will follow you. If you don't accept them, he won't give up."
Su Mi thought about it and didn't want to embarrass Han Fei: "Then leave one and follow Xiao Subao. I won't need it."
"Can……"
"Assistant Han, do you think it's appropriate for me, an ordinary teacher and stylist, to work or go to the market every day, and to swagger around with two bodyguards?"
Han Fei also smiled: "That's right...it's really exaggerated."
"Then so be it."
**
In the evening of the next day, the bodyguard responsible for watching over Little Subao picked him up from kindergarten and brought him back to the apartment.
Su Mi did not go out today and worked at home. She opened the door and took her son in. She said thank you to the bodyguard.
As soon as she got home, Xiao Subao washed her hands, climbed onto Su Mi's chair, knelt on it, and put her little face in front of Su Mi's computer: "Has Uncle Z replied to the email?"
Since getting in touch with the bone marrow donor, asking Mr. Z every day if he has sent an email has become part of Xiao Subao's daily routine.
She opened the email and showed her son the email sent by Mr. Z:
"Back."
The illiterate little baby, who still couldn't read all the words, was very worried:
"Read it to me."
Su Mi read to the little one word for word, then opened a photo in the attachment and showed it to her son:
"Uncle Z also sent you a photo."
Last time I sent a photo of Xiao Subao, maybe as a courtesy, Mr. Z also sent a photo.
But of course, it's not a selfie, but a casual landscape photo taken with a mobile phone - a ginkgo tree in the courtyard.
Beautifully photographed.
Ginkgo seems to have a long history, with a very thick trunk and a lush crown. Now it is in full bloom, like a tree filled with gold, and the ground is covered with golden leaves.
It looks like I'm at Mr. Z's house.
Although only a corner of the courtyard in the photo is exposed, it can still be seen as somewhat luxurious.
If you can have such a nice courtyard, your family's financial situation will not be much worse.
Mr. Z's financial situation is so good, no wonder he doesn't need anything in return from his mother and son.
In addition, she also saw a clue from the photo.
At present, in China, most ginkgo trees grow in the north, and the best viewing period is generally late autumn.
Looking at the ginkgo trees in the photo, they are at their most beautiful, but Tancheng is not that cold yet...
Su Mi vaguely guessed that Mr. Z might be in a northern city.
However, they had no intention of meeting, and she would not ask further questions.
The mother and son were looking at the email and talking when their cell phone rang.
Su Mi took a glance, walked to the small balcony, and answered the phone: "Mr. Huo."
"I'm back, I just got off the plane."
"oh."
The person over there heard her tone of voice was light. She was probably used to being hit, so she was not disappointed and continued: "I heard from Han Fei that you only accepted one bodyguard and asked him to follow Xiao Subao?"
She told the truth: "Actually, I don't want to accept any of them."
Huo Shenxiu: "..."
But he said: "It's okay if you don't want a bodyguard. Just find another place to live."
Su Mi raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"
"I have already sent someone to say hello to the crew and she will not be allowed in. She will not go to the crew to harass you anymore, but she may come to your house to look for you. You don't want a bodyguard. I'm afraid she will disturb you. Find another place.
Better."
"Where to go?"
"I have a house here. Just ask Han Fei to pick up you mother and son."
Su Mi curled her lips silently: "If Mrs. Huo wants to trouble me again, she can still find me again even if I change my house."
He said categorically: "I won't let her harass you anymore."
But she still insisted: "Just change the house -"
He was about to persuade her again, but she hadn't finished her words yet:
"If Mr. Huo really doesn't want us, mother and son, to be harassed, let's move to Mr. Huo's house."