Mr.Zhong, you have to be responsible for me

"What's the matter?"

"Bai Yi'an's mother came to see her. I just listened. Mrs. Shao seemed to be crying in the room..."

Zhong Nanyu, "I'll go back right away."

After hanging up, Zhong Nanyu returned to the conference room.

He told Yan Qingming, "sort out the contents of the meeting and send it to my email. I have something to go back."

Then he looked at the others, "you go on."

With that, he strode out of the conference room.

After coming out of the conference room, he went straight to the elevator, took the elevator down to the parking lot on the lower first floor, and drove away quickly.

All the way back to the old house.

As soon as the car stopped steadily, the housekeeper came out.

Zhong Nange asked him as soon as he got off the bus, "what's that woman doing here?"

"She seems to be the mother of young lady who has died for many years..."

"What?" Zhong Nanyu suddenly stopped and turned to look at the housekeeper, "what's the matter?"

"I don't know exactly what's going on. I only know that Mrs. Shao was particularly shocked when she saw that woman..."

"OK, I see."

Zhong Nanyu lifted her feet into the room and went upstairs without changing her shoes.

As soon as I got close to the door, I heard repressed cries coming from inside, one after another, which made Zhong Nanji feel distressed.

He pushed the door and went in. Su Mian slowly raised his head when he heard the movement. Then he turned around and looked at the man standing at the door. He was slightly stunned.

She raised her tearful face and asked him, "how did you come back?"

Zhong Nanyu saw her lying on the ground like this. Her thin lips pursed. Without saying a word, she directly came forward, bent over and reached out to pick her up, and then put her on the bed.

Su Mian lay in bed and looked at Zhong Nanyu, who stood by with a slightly heavy face. He wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, he finally stopped his tears.

Zhong Nanyu couldn't see her cry.

His heart aches when she cries.

He simply took off his shoes and went to bed. He held her in his arms and asked in a soft voice, "what's the matter?"

Su Mian buried his face in his chest, ignoring that he was wearing a white and clean shirt, with tears and snot all pasted on it.

Zhong Nanyu, who has a serious habit of cleanliness, seems to have not seen it. His big hand still clasps her back head and presses her on her body.

Su Mian was buried in his chest. After a long time, he gently moved away from him and lay flat on the pillow.

After sniffing, she finally opened her mouth, "my mother is not dead."

"Huh?"

"Don't you think it's incredible? I still think what just happened is a dream," Su Mian sighed heavily. "It's not true."

"Listen to the housekeeper say that Ansuya is coming?"

"Do you know her name?"

"Yes, I've seen it several times."

Su Mian was silent for a while, and then murmured, "I remember now. I have seen her several times. The first time I saw her seemed to be in Bai Yian's car. At that time, she was sitting in the car wearing a mask. I only saw her eyes. At that time, I was still wondering. I thought these eyes were very familiar. It seemed that I had seen them somewhere."

"The second time I saw her, she was also wearing a mask in front of the express cabinet in Huangyuan villa. Please let me help her get the express."

Speaking of this, Su Mian paused and then sneered, "I'm afraid she knew it was me at that time, but she just found an excuse to approach me."

"Is she your mother?"

"Well, my mother, who died in an air crash when I was six."

"What did she come to you for today?"

"Plead for Bai Yian."

"You promised?"

Su Mian shook her head gently. "I hated it at that time. How could I promise?"

Zhong Nanyu nodded and didn't speak.

Su Mian turned to him and asked him with a sarcastic smile, "can you think I still have a sister?"

Zhong Nanyu turned to her red and swollen eyes and didn't speak.

"Bai Yi'an is my sister? A man who almost killed me, she is my sister? Do you think it's funny?" Su Mian said. She laughed first and smiled sarcastically. "I think fate has made a big joke on me."

"You don't have to think about this," Zhong Nange suddenly said to her. "In the past 18 years, since your mother can be cruel to you, you don't need to talk about mother daughter friendship with her. As for Bai Yian, it's natural to kill for life. I won't let her go."

"She has been caught by the police, hasn't she?"

"Yes."

"No wonder," Su Mian muttered, "no wonder she came all the way from the capital to find me. If it wasn't for Bai Yian, she wouldn't want to see me again all her life."

The sadness and sadness between her words worried Zhong Nanji.

Reach out, hold her in your arms, and gently press your chin against the top of her soft hair. "Don't think so much. Leave everything to me. You just take care of your body and ignore everything else."

Su Mian nestled in his arms and didn't say a word for a long time.

Zhong Nange continued to say to her, "I will tell the family not to let irrelevant outsiders come in and disturb you."

Su Mian raised his head from her arms and suddenly asked him, "will Bai Yian be sentenced?"

"What did the police catch her for without sentencing?"

"How many years will she be sentenced?"

Zhong Nanyu's eyes were cold, and his breath suddenly became gloomy, "I want her to die!"

His words were palpitating.

Su Mian buried himself in his arms and dared not say anything again.

......

At noon, the old lady and the old man came back from outside. When they heard that an Suya came to find Su Mian, they hurried upstairs to comfort Su Mian.

Su Mian sat in front of the sofa. The old lady sat beside her and looked at her crying swollen eyes. The old lady was very distressed. "I was careless. I should explain to the servant and don't let anyone disturb you."

Su Mian shook her head gently. "Mom, I'm fine. Don't worry."

"How can you cry at this time? What if your eyes cry badly?"

Su Mian wanted to laugh, "I'm not in confinement..."

The old lady changed her face slightly, but she quickly responded, "nonsense, even if it's not confinement, you have to take good care of it. Now you're weak in blood and Qi, so you can't be careless."

The old lady's concern made Su Mian's heart slip through a warm current.

It also alleviated the pain at the bottom of her heart.

She slowly put her head on the old lady's shoulder, put her arms in her hands and sucked her nose, "Mom, thank you."

"Silly child," the old lady raised her hand, touched her head and said lovingly, "I just heard that Bai Yian's mother was also your mother."

"I don't know what happened," Su Mian didn't know how to explain. "Everything came so suddenly that I'm still confused."

"If you can't figure it out, don't embarrass yourself."

"But since the moment I saw her appear, my whole brain was in chaos. I forced myself not to think, but I couldn't control myself..."

The old lady nodded in understanding.

She thought for a moment, then asked Su Mian, "I remember you said once that your mother died in an air crash when you were six years old?"

"Well, my father received a call from the airline saying that there was an accident on my mother's flight and the passengers of the whole plane survived on May 1."

"No body was found?"

Su Mian shook her head. "No, the airline lost a sum of money, and my father didn't pursue it anymore. Just forget it."

The old lady said, "when you say that, I really remember that there was an accident in the plane more than ten years ago. At that time, the engine of the plane suddenly broke down, fell from high altitude, exploded at the moment of the fall, and everyone on the plane survived on May Day. It was on TV and in the newspaper, which caused a great sensation."

Su Mian, "I've seen TV reports, so I've never doubted..."

"Oh, poor child, you were so young."

"Not long after the accident, my father brought me a stepmother and a sister who was only half a year younger than me."

"So, your parents don't feel very good."

"Well, in my memory, my parents hardly talk, and they don't sleep in the same room. My mother and I sleep in the master bedroom, and my father always sleeps in the guest room."

The old lady listened quietly without interrupting.

She knew that Su Mian needed a listener at the moment.

"In my memory, my mother is very beautiful and has temperament. Even my teacher said so."

"My father is very ordinary. He is so ordinary that he can't be seen at a glance. People around him say that my father doesn't deserve my mother."

"At that time, after all, I was still young and had no memory. When I grew up, I would listen to my neighbors talk about my mother from time to time. Only then did I know that my mother knew this when my father was looking for a woman outside, but she didn't even ask my father. I think she didn't have my father at all."

"I still don't understand. Since we don't love each other, why should we get married together? It's hard for them and me..."

"In those years, I had a bad time..." Su Mian's voice was calm and immersed in painful memories. "My father was busy with his hotel all day, and everything at home was handed over to Luo Xianglin."

Su Mian explained, "Luo Xianglin is my stepmother and Su Qing's real mother."

"Since she entered the house, my original Chaoyang room has become Su Qing's. I moved to a shady small room facing the bathroom. That room used to be used by my mother to put sundries. After I lived in, it is also divided into two parts, half of which put sundries and half of which put a small bed. One of the bed legs is broken and tied with a rope. I dare not turn over when I sleep at night."

"Su Qing stole the new book bag, new clothes and plush toys my mother bought me before she left. If I dared to cry, Luo Xianglin would shut me in the bathroom, not give me food, not allow me to go to school, and secretly stab me with a needle behind my father's back."

"Su Qing had pocket money at school, but I didn't; she had snacks at home, but I didn't; she could watch TV, but I couldn't; she had new clothes for the Spring Festival, and I had to wear the old clothes she didn't want; in the coldest winter, I still wore single shoes, my feet were frostbitten, so swollen that I couldn't wear my shoes, itched and hurt, and my hands were frostbitten. But I had to wash clothes and dishes with cold water every day when I came home ......”