Ning Weiwei slapped herself hard.
Wake up!
You can't die, you know that?!
Another strong gust of cold wind blew in. She gritted her teeth, dragged her heavy body, crawled to the door, and used her last bit of strength to close the door.
If she allowed this cold wind to continue blowing into the house, she would definitely die today.
She wanted to crawl towards the living room to call 120, but after crawling less than two meters, her breathing became more and more rapid, and it felt like a mountain was pressing down on her back.
The pressure made it hard for her to breathe.
Suddenly, those eyes filled with strong resentment slowly closed uncontrollably.
At that moment, she completely lost all the strength to struggle and hate, and collapsed in a pool of blood.
clang!
She seemed to hear the stroke of midnight in her buzzing ears.
oh.
New Year is coming.
But, how ironic.
Isn’t the New Year supposed to be a happy time?
But why is she left with only sadness and despair?
Meng Sheng.
I won't let you win.
On the early morning of the first day of the New Year, the snow that had been falling all night stopped.
As the sun rises, thousands of golden needles penetrate the cold clouds, slanting into the silver-covered snow, bursting out diamond-like fragments of light.
It was as if the galaxy that had been frozen last night had come alive again.
As agreed, the nanny came to Yuelan Mansion from 7:00 to 7:30 every morning to prepare three meals a day for Ning Weiwei.
She had heard a lot of gossip about Ning Weiwei, and she looked down on her as a person. Moreover, after spending some time with her, she found that she was difficult to serve and had a bad temper.
If the food is not to my taste, I will get angry and throw things.
If Ning Weiwei hadn't offered her such a high salary, she would have quit long ago.
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. She took a deep breath and planned to give Ning Weiwei a smile, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw a horrifying scene that made her scalp tingle.
The blood that had been carried along the way seemed to have dried up after a night of alternating hot and cold temperatures.
Ning Weiwei had her hair disheveled and was lying on the ground in an extremely strange posture, with blood all over her body.
this……
It's like a suffocating crime scene!
She was stunned for a long time before she exclaimed, "Ms. Ning!"
*
In the hospital.
After breakfast, Meng Sheng accompanied Meng Chengli to get an injection and was pouring him a cup of boiled pear water.
This was brought by Qiuyi, along with a few sets of clean clothes packed by the Meng residence’s housekeeper.
bite!
She paused, glanced at the phone covering the table, moved it away calmly, and handed the pear juice to Meng Chengli.
After seeing that he had finished drinking, I picked up my phone to read the content of the text message.
[Shang Boyu was put in solitary confinement by Shang Yizheng after he returned from your mediation court, and was only allowed to be released yesterday. He went to Yuelan Mansion to settle accounts with Ning Weiwei last night, and Ning Weiwei has now had a miscarriage! ]
Meng Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and gripped the phone tighter.
Shang Boyu personally aborted the baby in Ning Weiwei's belly?
He is really cruel.
wrong.
He is just that kind of person.
Okay.
As the saying goes, when dogs bite each other, both get a mouthful of fur.
It has nothing to do with her after all.
I just don't know when the copy of the court complaint will be delivered to Ning Weiwei.
The corners of her lips curled up in a disdainful arc, and she turned her head to look at the clear weather outside the window.
The first day of the new year.
What a good day.
Meng Shixu arrived in the afternoon of the second day of the Chinese New Year. Meng Sheng drove to pick him up, while Qiu Yi was helping to look after Meng Chengli.
Meng Shixu didn't bring any extra luggage.
He looked at his sister whom he hadn't seen for more than a year, and habitually raised his hand to touch her forehead.
The clear voice was filled with obvious tenderness. "I'm back. Tell me about the current situation."
Meng Sheng was stunned for a moment by his action of poking his forehead.
Meng Shixu is six years older than her. Ever since she could remember, he liked to poke her forehead.
Poke when angry, poke when happy, and poke when teasing.
After all these years, this action has not changed.
She gently pulled out an arc.
It seems that only in front of him can I be carefree and become the innocent, bright and happy child I used to be.
She nodded slightly with red eyes, "Yeah, okay."
Meng Shixu drove the car to the hospital. By the time he got out of the car, he already had a pretty good idea of what had happened during this period of time.
He felt mixed emotions.
One can imagine the pressure Meng Meng has been under during this period.
I had just gotten divorced when I had to accept the devastating news that my father had stomach cancer.
Fortunately she was able to hold on.
He said nothing, but raised his hand again and gently poked her forehead.
The two of them came to the 16th floor of the inpatient department and walked to the door of the ward. They happened to see Qiu Yi walking out of the door with a list in her hand and almost bumped into Meng Shixu who was walking in front of her.
Qiu Yi saw the figure pressing down on his head, stopped in time, and then cleverly took a step back.
He looked up and made eye contact with the man in front of him.
Then he said naturally, "The nurse just brought me a bill and said that I have to fast from now on and not drink water from tomorrow morning. I'll go downstairs to pay the bill while you guys chat."
After saying that, he raised his leg and walked away away from Meng Shixu.
A familiar, elegant fragrance brushed Meng Shixu's nose and he frowned slightly.
He turned his head to look at Qiu Yi's leaving figure, and after just a few seconds, he retracted his head and walked into the ward.
At two o'clock in the afternoon on the third day of the Chinese New Year, Meng Chengli was pushed into the operating room.
The moment the operating light came on, everyone waiting outside the operating room was nervous.
More than five hours was long and torturous for them.
Until the operating light went out, a few minutes later, a doctor in surgical gown came out.
I told them, “The operation was successful, but the patient is currently at risk of postoperative infection and needs to be observed in the ICU for three to seven days.”
After hearing this, everyone finally relaxed their breath.
The tears Meng Sheng had been holding back for so many days finally fell.
Not bad, not bad.
It did not develop into the irreparable situation two years later.
By the time Meng Chengli was transferred to the VIP ward, it was already the tenth day of the first lunar month. That day happened to be the opening time of the art museum, but Meng Sheng did not show up.
Instead, he left the matter entirely to Minister Zhou and Qiao Na.
Around 11 o'clock in the morning on the 12th, Qiao Na suddenly sent her a message: [Director, someone is looking for you. It's a lady who is dressed very simply and elegantly but very delicately.]
lady?
When Meng Sheng saw this line of words, he felt surprised and unbelievable.
She doesn't know many aunts, and she has their contact information.
Who would go to the art museum to find her?
She typed: [Do you know who she is? What do you want from me? ]
Qiao Na replied: [I asked her, but she didn’t tell me. She also didn’t say what she wanted to see you about. Knowing you were not there, she walked around the exhibition area twice and then left.
However, she seems... not easy to get along with, and seems a little... mean, but she is well-maintained and looks very young. 】
Not easy to get along with?
mean?
Staying young?
She went over these three adjectives in her mind.
But I still can't think of a suitable figure.
She certainly didn't know such a person.
Do you want to cooperate with the art museum?
Thinking of this, she said to Qiao Na: "If she comes again next time, ask her to leave a contact number, or give her my number."
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