When Liang Muchi on the other end heard Mrs. Huo's words, her mobile phone fell off her hand, and she was stunned without knowing it. Mrs. Huo's words, 'Shaoyan has someone he likes', kept echoing in his ears.
The night was like water, and the moonlight was bright all over the place.
Who stands there, magnifying yesterday's spring night.
In the Su family's mansion, Su Mozheng unlocked the door and locked it. She pressed the light switch, turned around, and changed into slippers at the entrance. The empty house made people feel empty and desolate.
There was a lot of joy and laughter in the past, but now the scene is empty.
"Ah!?" As soon as Su Mozheng turned around, she screamed and took a big step back. She covered her lips. She looked up at the person above her in disbelief. She trembled with her lips and shouted uncertainly: "Mr.
,Qin..."
Above the stairs, a woman wearing a white nightgown stood there quietly. She had black hair and a white skirt. She looked like a ghost who had lost her soul. The moment Su Mozheng turned on the light, she stretched out her hand to cover her eyes instinctively.
Hearing Su Mozheng's voice, she slowly lowered her arms, looked at her sister, grinned, but her face was pale, "Sister, you are back!" Under the light, she stood as pale as snow.
There, it seemed that all vitality had been lost, which was frightening to watch.
Su Mozheng Zhuo hurriedly stepped forward with her slippers on, stretched out her hand to caress Moqin's face, and pushed away the sticky hair. Her face was pale and her dark eyes were dim, which made people worry, "Moqin, why are you like this?
I'm pregnant." Su Mozheng couldn't believe it. Is the person in front of her her sister? Is she running around at work these days, so she has ignored her? Now take a closer look and see what kind of trouble her sister has become.
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She was not a good sister, she did not take good care of her. Su Mozheng looked at her heartbrokenly and murmured, "Moqin..."
"Sister, don't worry, I'm fine, I will take care of myself."
Su Moqin deliberately changed the topic and asked pretending to be curious: "Sister, have you found a job?"
Su Mozheng's heart sank a little, but she still pretended to be happy and nodded vigorously, hugging Moqin by the way. Her chin hit Moqin's shoulder, and her words were light and bright. "Moqin, sister has found a job.
She is the deputy general secretary of a design company. Our future life is finally settled. My sister will work hard to make money to support the family and support you and your father. You don't have to worry..." She couldn't go on, her voice filled with joy.
But her eyes were filled with tears. She hugged Mo Qin, just because she was afraid that she would see her sadness.
"That's great," Mo Qin said with a hint of temptation in her words, "Sister, do you have anything else to say to me?"
"Anything else," Su Mozheng's back stiffened, thinking of Chen Jinglin's engagement to that daughter, "No, why did you ask that?" Su Mozheng let go of her and looked back with wide eyes.
By.
When she let go of Mo Qin, she seemed to see the white corner of her back, and Mo Qin's other hand was always behind her back.
Su Mozheng was curious and wanted to take a look, "Moqin, why are you keeping your hands behind your back? Are you holding something?"
"No," Su Moqin's expression changed a little, but the speed was too fast, "Sister, you must be too tired at the end of the day. I misread it. I'm just used to it."
Su Mozheng frowned and asked doubtfully, "Is that so?"
"Of course!" Su Moqin pushed her upstairs diligently, "Sister, go and rest early, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"
"Okay, then I'm going to bed." Su Mozheng yawned, she was really sleepy. Since Moqin said so, she didn't doubt it, so she went upstairs to freshen up.
After Su Mozheng left, Su Moqin took back the hand that was originally placed behind her back. She kept holding a newspaper in her hand.
The headline in the newspaper was ‘Coslight Group CEO Chen Jinglin will be engaged to Daxing Optoelectronics’ daughter Jiang Mengqin’.
On the same night, in the wealthy area halfway up the mountain, the villas were brightly lit.
The child's cry lingered, not to mention the hostess's yelling. The housekeeper stood aside in fear, not daring to step forward for fear of harming himself.
In the living room, the Swarovski crystal lamp is dazzling and blurry, and some cigarette ashes have fallen on the carpet in Milan, Italy. Jin Zun is sitting on the fabric sofa, his legs crossed, a burning cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, a pair of black
His eyes were unfathomable. Occasionally he heard Bai Xinhui's angry scolding, but he just took a long puff of cigarette without saying a word.
Zhezhe's crying became more and more intense, "Mom, mom, Zhezhe didn't mean it. Did Zhezhe do something wrong again? Mom, don't be angry. Zhezhe is wrong, Zhezhe is wrong...
"
"You idiot, stop crying, it's annoying to hear it!" Bai Xinhui pointed her son's forehead rudely with her index finger, her beautiful eyes hiding disgust, "Cry, cry, cry, I just know how to cry if I ask you to cry.
, what else do you know to do besides cry!?"
"Why don't you know how to fight back? Why don't you know how to fight back when people criticize you?"
"What...my son, Bai Xinhui, is mentally retarded. How is that possible? How could the son I gave birth to be mentally retarded..." She muttered, then let go of the index finger that was holding Zhezhe, and moved back and forth irritably.
He kept walking and suddenly said in a loud voice: "Damn it, if you dare to say that about my son, I will definitely ask my family to sue you and kill you. Who dares to talk nonsense and let you talk nonsense!?"
She was probably very angry, her nose was moving rapidly, and her eyes were wide open as if they were on fire.
Jin Zun next to him remained silent, just puffing away at his cigarette, getting more and more intense, and his face looked like a storm was coming.
"Sir, go sue them and kill them. How can our son be mentally retarded? He is not mentally retarded!" Bai Xinhui walked up to him, shook his arm and kept saying.
"That's enough," Jin Zun finally uttered two words, and his arms slipped out of her shackles.
"You already knew, didn't you? You already knew that Zhezhe was mentally retarded, didn't you?" He finally turned to look at her, his throat was sliding with difficulty, and there was no trace of happiness or anger on his arrogant face.
But Bai Xinhui panicked.
"No, I don't know, Zun, how could I know? If I knew, I would have told you early. Zun, you must believe me!" She wanted to step forward to pull his sleeve, but was stopped by Jin.
Escape without leaving any trace.
The cigarette butt was put out in the ashtray. Jin Zun's face was full of disappointment, "Xinhui, you don't have to act in front of me."
"You have known about this for a long time!" He used an affirmative sentence.
"Respect——" Bai Xinhui still wanted to defend.
Jin Zun had already stood up and walked around her towards the stairs. He didn't even look at Zhezhe. His voice was full of weariness, "I'm tired. I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have something to do."