Zeng Weiwei looked at herself in the mirror and muttered to herself, "Huh, Wang Xiaolan, Wang Xiaolan, how am I worse than you? Why do you always get respect from others? You deserve to go to hell. Why are you fighting with me for everything that belongs to me? Since you won't let me have a good life, then I won't let you have a good life either. I will expose you as an outlier in front of everyone, and that Liu Feng... I will send you all to hell."
When she thought of this, her face became extremely ugly, with a sinister light in her eyes. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a weird smile that made people shudder.
Her fingers were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, as if she was suppressing the anger and hatred in her heart. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, as if she was trying hard to control her emotions.
So she quickly composed herself and decided to create some trouble for Lao Zeng's family.
…
Hospital.
Wang Xiaolan said to Zhao Lihan: "Don't worry, I will do your mother's work."
After saying that, she came to Yu Wenlin's bedside and looked at him playing happily with Xiaobao. She couldn't help but mutter in her heart, "This little guy is so cute! He made his grandmother so happy that she couldn't stop smiling."
Her eyes fell on Yu Wenlin, and a warm feeling surged in her heart, making her feel endless happiness.
"It really proves the saying that closeness makes bones fragrant!" She said softly, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised. Looking at Yu Wenlin's happy smile, her heart was about to melt.
Xiaobao was smiling happily, and seemed to feel his mother's joy.
Wang Xiaolan bent down and picked up Xiaobao, who was playing on Yu Wenlin's back. "Oh, my dear son, come down quickly. Grandma hasn't fully recovered yet. Don't tire her out."
After being taken down, Xiaobao's mouth pursed, his face full of displeasure, his eyes revealing obvious reluctance, as if he still wanted to continue playing on Yu Wenlin's back. His little hands tightly grasped the corner of Yu Wenlin's clothes, as if he wanted to return to that warm and comfortable position.
Yu Wenlin looked at Wang Xiaolan gently, his eyes full of affection and love, and said softly: "Don't worry, Xiaolan, Mom has recovered. You and your family should come home with me! I really don't want to be separated from you anymore. You see Xiaobao likes to stick to me." His voice was pleading, as if he was afraid of losing the happiness in front of him.
At this moment, Zhao Lihan also came over, and Wang Xiaolan handed Xiaobao in her arms to him.
Then she took Yu Wenlin's hand, carefully felt her pulse, and said with concern: "Mom, your pulse is still a little weak. It's better for you to stay in the hospital for a few more days of observation. I will come to visit you every day." After that, Wang Xiaolan patted the back of Yu Wenlin's hand gently, her eyes full of worry and concern.
"Nannan, Mom will listen to you, but when I'm discharged from the hospital, you must go home with me."
"Mom, I promise you, I will come home."
…
Tang Minghui got an important piece of information from Zeng Qiang's house. After carefully hiding it, he hurried towards the outskirts of the city. After a while, he finally arrived at his destination - an old courtyard house.
This courtyard house is located on the outskirts of the city. The surrounding environment is quiet and shady with green trees. Occasionally, a few birds chirp on the branches.
Tang Minghui looked around vigilantly, and only stopped in front of the courtyard gate after confirming that no one else was following him.
He looked around carefully again, and after making sure it was safe, he reached out and grabbed the iron ring on the door, knocked lightly twice, and then waited quietly.
Time passed, and the surroundings remained eerily quiet. Aside from the occasional chirping of a few birds, no other sound could be heard. Tang Minghui grew increasingly nervous, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Just then, there was a sound of light footsteps coming from inside the door, getting closer and closer. Tang Minghui's heart was in his throat. He stared at the door tightly, secretly holding the important information in his hand.
With a creak, the door slowly opened a crack, and a pair of big eyes in the crack blinked at him.
Tang Minghui was startled when he saw these eyes, and then he rubbed his eyes. Why did these eyes look so familiar? Just as he was thinking, the person behind the door said, "It's me!" and threw himself into his arms.
After hearing the voice, Tang Minghui realized who was in front of him and hugged the woman in his arms tightly.
It turned out that the person who jumped into his arms was his lover whom he had not seen for more than a year——Meihe
Meihe, twenty years old, has a graceful figure and a beautiful face, with a pair of bright eyes that are even more charming.
She was born into a noble family, a princess of a small kingdom. She met Tang Minghui at a grand banquet hosted by the royal family.
Meihe, dressed in gorgeous clothes, attracted everyone's attention like a shining pearl; Tang Minghui was elegant and handsome...
Tang Minghui was invited to be the special guest of this banquet because he had been lurking in China for many years, provided a large amount of important intelligence to small countries, and made outstanding military achievements.
At the banquet, he met the beautiful Meihe, and they quickly fell in love, and their love was recognized by Meihe's family. Their love was as hot as dry wood and raging fire, which was enviable.
Just when they were reluctant to part, Tang Minghui received another mission and had to say goodbye to Meihe, whom he was deeply in love with. Although he was reluctant to leave, he knew that he had an important mission and had to devote himself to the work without hesitation.
A year passed in the blink of an eye. When Tang Minghui saw Meihe in a foreign country, he was overwhelmed with emotion. He couldn't wait to hug Meihe, whom he hadn't seen for over a year. Feeling her warmth and smelling her familiar scent, his heart was filled with joy.
He hugged Meiwa tightly and kissed her cheeks, lips and neck continuously, as if he wanted to pour out all his thoughts and feelings of the past year.
His hands also unconsciously wandered over her body, caressing her soft skin and feeling her curves. Meiwa was also infected by his passion and responded to his kiss, hugging his back tightly with both hands, as if she was afraid that he would leave suddenly.
As the two of them came into closer contact, Tang Minghui's body gradually began to react. A certain part of him began to harden and become restless. This physiological reaction made him a little embarrassed, but it also made him more eager to have closer contact with Meihe.
He hugged Meiwa tightly, as if to rub her into his body. He kissed her passionately, his lips sucking her sweetness hungrily.
His hands roamed over her body, feeling her softness and warmth. He whispered in her ear, "Meihe, my Meihe, I miss you so much... I need you so much..."
Just as they were immersed in a passionate kiss, Meihe suddenly pushed Tang Minghui away with force.
Tang Minghui looked at Meihe in disbelief, his face full of confusion and loss. He tried to grab her hand, but she avoided him...
"Meihe, you, you..."
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