Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

Cheng Yi put down her chopsticks. She finally figured it out.

It is impossible for him to do all this and bear the pain of crying. It is no good, no practical benefit, just to stay away from himself.

"Are you full?"

Mr. Meng looked at her as if he hadn't said what he had just said.

Cheng Yi looks down at the steamed stuffed bun and porridge in front of her. Mr. Meng is going to check out. Cheng Yi takes his hand and asks softly, "why do you eat so little?"

Mr. Meng didn't answer. These problems can often be solved in the blink of an eye among familiar people.

But Cheng Yi noticed that when he was eating just now, his hand, which had been placed at the bottom, seemed to be covering his stomach.

She suddenly remembered a report.

So he hooked his fingertips and whispered, "Chen Yang, the intern you live with, asked me to go to the hospital dormitory to pick up your belongings after your accident. I saw a report."

Gastric cancer.

Cheng Yi looks up at him and looks at his beautiful and perfect jaw line, even if he looks different.

"Is it true?" she asked.

Mr. Meng didn't expect her to ask, so he quickly covered up his emotions with a smile.

"What are you talking about..." he patted Cheng Yi on the back of his hand and said, "finish the porridge quickly. It's going to be cold."

"It's true!" Cheng Yi stares at him, "it's true..."

Thank Li Mi for not moving his eyes. When he is hiding his emotions, a small muscle at the end of his eyes will still tremble unconsciously.

She loosened Mr. Meng's hand, picked up the spoon and ate the remaining porridge in the bowl one by one, but it tasted a strong fishy smell.

After Mr. Meng settled the bill, he took some plastic bags for packing. Before he came to the table, Cheng Yi flew over and hugged him.

In full view of the public, the people around were stunned, and then someone coaxed and whistled.

Cheng Yi stood on tiptoe and buried his head in his shoulder socket. He didn't say anything. He just wanted to hug him.

With his bulging warm belly, close to his flat belly.

As if the disease had disappeared.

"Why are you like a child?" Mr. Meng's eyes were wet, the corners of his mouth raised, patted her back and said, "did you wipe your mouth? It's all on me?"

Cheng Yi let him go and put out his hand to pinch him.

I'm full. I also played an idol play. It's time to go.

Mr. Meng is still pushing the bike with one hand and holding Cheng Yi with the other. Cheng Yi's right hand carries several small cages in his warm palm.

"Take back what you can't eat. Don't throw it away. Many people are still hungry in places you don't know in the world."

This is not what Mr. Meng said, but what Yang Xiao said.

I said it a long time ago. Cheng Yi remembers it very clearly.

Cheng Yi remembers that when they were in the Tibetan area, they couldn't finish drinking sweet tea. Yang Xiao would ask her to put it in an empty mineral water bottle. When she met monks or kowtow pilgrims on the roadside, he would give them food.

No one will dislike that place. Everyone's eyes are as bright as stars in the sky.

Cheng Yi is carrying a steamed stuffed bun in her hand. When she sees an old woman picking up garbage for a living on the roadside, she gives it to her.

When doing all this, she was thinking that if Mu sifan was around, he wouldn't be like this.

He might despise and throw it away without giving it to them. Why can they eat without working hard?

When he saw the poor people, he always frowned and said that there were many poor people. If you don't save the poor, ignore them.

When he saw beggars on the overpass, he would also say, don't give them money. They are all liars.

Mu sifan has always been a fickle man.

Cheng Yi remembered that in the small garden of the hospital, he raised his hand and wanted to beat himself. His heart hurt again.

"What are you thinking?" Mr. Meng pinched her palm and said, "there is a shop ahead. Go in and have a look?"

Cheng Yi nodded and was led in by him.

In a small shop, the shopkeeper was buried behind the cashier. When people came in, they didn't raise their eyes.

After choosing clothes, simple shirts and jeans, Mr. Meng said, "try them. Don't try clothes. Pants always fit."

Cheng Yi took the clothes, walked in and asked the boss, "where is the fitting room?"

The landlady raised her eyelids and pointed in a direction at will.

She quickly turned her eyes to the computer.

Cheng Yi didn't immediately follow the direction she pointed. There was a nail on her foot and it was nailed there.

Her eyes fixed on the computer screen.

It was broadcasting entertainment news, just about the affair between mu sifan and Miss Gao.

She saw a picture of the two entering the hotel.

Mu sifan's body is pasted on Gao Jingya.

Gao Jingya.

Cheng Yi's heart is empty.

Before, she played a smart game once. She took mu sifan's mobile phone on the car and went back to let Lin Yueming unlock it.

Lin Yueming guessed the password with the gossip news.

Four digit password.

At that time, Lin Yueming said a lot for no reason

"Cracked it so quickly? How did you do it?"

"Try it out! Unexpectedly, this mu sifan is still a person who cares about love."

"Tell me what the password is."

"The secret of heaven can't be revealed. Delete what you want. Don't peep into people's privacy. It's no use telling you. He will change it in the future."

"How did you try?"

"It's also good to read more gossip news... It's really a kind of love. I haven't left a photo, and I still remember people so well."

……

Later, Cheng Yi had the opportunity to ask about it. Lin Yueming said that the password was Miss Gao's birthday.

The eight trigrams say that mu sifan has a deep love for Gao Jingya.

Now as soon as Gao Jingya returns home, they revel all night.

"The fitting room is over there. Aren't you going? Are you still trying?" the landlady raised her eyes and looked at Cheng Yi. She thought she was a little strange.

Cheng Yi walked silently.

She wandered into the fitting room.

The fitting room in this small shop is very simple. There is no door, only a thick airtight curtain.

Cheng Yi just pulled up the curtain. Just when she was careless, the light suddenly turned off. With both hands stretched out from behind, she quickly covered her mouth with a cloth towel.

The veins of the hand were raised, and the cloth towel was soaked in ether. It took only five to ten seconds, and people completely lost consciousness.

Cheng Yi was in a low mood when she came in. She was not alert. She didn't find a secret door in the fitting room.

At this time, her first reaction was to kick down the stool and make a sound for Meng Yuliang outside to hear.

She soon lost consciousness.

Cheng Yi was dragged out of the dark door behind the fitting room.

Meng Yuliang was far away and didn't hear anything, but Cheng Yi went in for a long time. He approached the fitting room with doubts.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the landlady stared at him and said, "this is the women's fitting room. Wait outside."

"It's my girlfriend inside." Meng Yuliang said, "I don't think she's all right."

"Wait, I'll take a look for you." the landlady got up from her chair and walked slowly with a lazy step.

She dyed her yellow hair, like a dried straw, and the tattoo that she made years ago has turned blue. The eyeliner and the cosmetic contact lenses are new, and look a bit abrupt. The thick foundation doesn't cover the spots on her face.

Meng Yuliang looked at her up and down.

As she walked over, she picked up a bunch of keys.

Looking down her arm, I found some suspicious needle eyes in the position of her upper arm.

"Cheng Yi!" Meng Yuliang suddenly shouted and wanted to rush in.

The landlady turned around, blocked him with her body and shouted, "what are you doing, playing hooligans? Why do you hit people? Don't go. I'll go to the police station to sue you. Don't go... You! Ah... Ah! Hit people!"

Meng Yuliang not only beat her, but after pulling open the curtain and finding no one, he grabbed her, twisted her hand behind her, pressed her head on the counter and asked coldly, "who wants to run? Who is she?"

The gaudy landlady was afraid. Looking at Meng Yuliang's tall and thin, she thought she was a little white face. She didn't expect her skill to be so good.

Meng Yuliang was so anxious that Cheng Yi disappeared.

With her skill, she can't disappear quietly. She must have been ambushed in advance. This store and this woman can't get rid of their relationship!