Mr.Zhan, your wife wants you to spoil her

She was just clever for a moment, but she was misled and did something wrong.

But now, I was forced to be desperate.

She clutched the handbag tightly. In it, there was ten million yuan given to her by Ye qihan.

That's all she has left.

Return this ten million yuan to ye qihan, she will become destitute and return to the origin that has not yet communicated with Jianche.

Even, she is not as good as then.

At least then, she was younger and more beautiful than she is now.

Now, not only is she three years older, her face is ruined.

After losing this 10 million, she will soon lose Jianche.

How can she live in the future?

Her biggest wish in her life is to marry into a rich family.

But now she looks like, let alone married into a rich family, even ordinary men will not marry her.

She raised her hand and touched the scar on her face, crying hysterically.

Want to have regret medicine, let her go back to the past.

If you can let her do it again, she will not be so stupid, smart to harm Mingshu.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

She can't go back.

She doesn't dare to provoke ye qihan, nor can she.

She dare not bear the consequences of angering ye qihan.

Now all she can do is return the money to ye qihan.

With trembling fingers, she opened her handbag and took out her bank card. She cried bitterly. In front of her eyes, she was black. She wanted to cry to death.

If you die, you don't have to suffer from regret.

You don't have to face the despair of falling from heaven.

Really desperate

She cried for a long time, crying all over soft, almost fainted in the past, mood gradually stable, struggling to get up from the ground.

no

It's not her end yet.

At that time, she was born in a poor family with son preference. She lived a life worse than pigs and dogs. She climbed up from hell day by day. From a poor student who was despised and pitied by others, she became a famous psychologist and the future young lady of Jane's family.

Now, she is more mature and resourceful.

As long as she can cure her face, she will surely find a man as good as Jianche!

She raised her hand and touched her face.

Her face is disfigured. Where can Mingshu go?

She saw the famous dermatologists all over the world, and they were all helpless. I believe Mingshu is facing the same result.

Zhan Mochen likes her now.

Ye qihan is infatuated with her now.

However, facing such a destroyed face, how long can Zhan Mochen and ye qihan be obsessed with it?

Sooner or later, Mingshu will be abandoned by those two people and come to the same end as her.

Mingshu did not offend her, but her psychology has been completely distorted.

In her mind, she fell into such a miserable situation today because of Mingshu.

Now the person she hates most is Mingshu, followed by Jianche and ye qihan.

Mingshu is really bad now, but it's not because of Kou Xin's disfigurement.

But because of the death of her aunt and uncle.

Soon it's time to pick up uncle and aunt's ashes at the airport. Mingshu didn't sleep much all night.

Morning also have no appetite, be coaxed to drink a cup of juice by Zhan Mo Chen, can't eat anything any more.

Zhan Mo Chen doesn't force her either. After they change their clothes, they go to school to meet Mingcheng.

Pick up Mingcheng from school and sit in Zhan Mochen's car. Seeing Mingshu's appearance and heavy face, Mingcheng has a premonition. She looks at Mingshu nervously and asks: "sister, what's the matter? What happened? "

Mingshu holding his hand, difficult to say: "Xiaocheng, I have a particularly bad news to tell you, you have to be prepared."

Mingcheng's body was tight and his face was slightly pale: "sister, don't scare me. What's the matter? Is it uncle he... "

"No," Mingshu took a deep breath, closed her eyes: "Xiaocheng, uncle and aunt... Died, their bodies have been cremated abroad, today ashes back home."

The clear eyes suddenly stare round, but the dark eyes have no focus, eyes lax, pale.

Mingshu hugs Mingcheng in her arms, hugs him hard, tears gush out, "Xiaocheng, it's OK, it's OK, although uncle and aunt are gone, you still have sister, sister will treat you all her life..."

Mingshu choked and couldn't go on.

At this time, any words of comfort are pale.

Can only clear their own slowly digest and accept.

"No... it won't be... There must be a mistake..." Mingcheng, motionless and numb, hugged Ren Mingshu and said, "elder sister, you must be mistaken. My parents won't die. They said that they won't go out this time when they come back. They accompanied me to take the College entrance examination. I dreamt that they came back a few days ago. They always laughed at me... My parents didn't change, It's the same as before... They're OK, they're ok... "

"Xiaocheng, don't frighten your sister," Mingshu cried breathlessly, "uncle and aunt died, really died, you don't, you still have your sister... You..."

Mingcheng's face was pale, and he had no tears on his face.

Mingshu patted him on the back: "Xiaocheng, you cry when you are sad, just cry..."

"I don't cry," Mingcheng said stubbornly with wide eyes, "my parents are alive. I don't cry... I don't cry..."

Mingshu hugs her tightly, tears can't stop falling.

Zhan Mo Chen sits beside them and looks at them in silence.

At this time, any language is superfluous.

He can do nothing but quiet company.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the airport.

Zhan Mochen and Mingshu accompany Mingcheng to get off.

A special plane had already stopped at the apron.

The party stood in front of the plane, two people in the middle, each holding an urn.

Zhan Mo Chen sees Qi Mu Qing at a glance, and the pace at his feet is a little faster.

Qi MuQing also saw Zhan Mochen, put the urn in his hand into the arms of the staff around him, rushed to Zhan Mochen and hugged Lou Yinxiao: "brother, I'm back!"

Zhan Mo Chen also opens his arms to support him, a heart hanging in the air, and finally falls to the ground safely.

Mingshu and qimuqing do not care to say hello, with Mingcheng, toward the two people holding the urn.

In front of the two caskets, there was a picture of her aunt and uncle.

Far away, Mingshu just stares at the urn.

And so close, Mingshu found, holding two urn of two people, one of them, is actually Chuhe!

Seeing Mingshu and Mingcheng, Chuhe steps forward with the urn in his arms. His eyes are red and he chokes: "Shushu, I'm sorry... We didn't bring our teacher and mother back..."

Mingcheng also knows Chuhe and knows that Chuhe is his father's favorite student.

He looked at Chu he, and then at the urn in Chu he's arms, staring at the portrait of his father on the urn. He had to admit that his parents... Really died