Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 1004 Ming Dailan's final ending

"Discussing." He Chen drove to the sofa and sat down, raised his legs, and sneered: "Did you really want to? I heard that MECT treatment will have sequelae, more or less, and it does not rule out that memory is confused for a short time. "

   "Need to think?" The man stood against the light on the window sill, his eyebrows were dark and indifferent, "Make arrangements as soon as possible."

  He Chen touched his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "As long as you cooperate, everything can be done step by step. What are you in a hurry, afraid that Li Qiao will run away?"

Shang gave him a gloomy look, "So much nonsense?"

   "Okay, you are sick, I don't know you as much." He Chen took out the cigarette case and lit his cigarette, "I saw He Qing yesterday."

  The man picked up the medicine bottle and poured out two pills, “If you want to go back to seize power, take Black Hawk. I have given you the details of the contact persons in each branch of the International Association, so I can contact myself.”

  He Chen: "..."

  He put down his long legs, leaned forward and picked up the mineral water on the table, "Shang Shaoyan, your eye can see that Lao Tzu is going back to seize power?"

"up to you."

  He Chen raised his head and took a few sips of water, staring deeply at Shang Yu, "What is your attitude towards He Qing?"

  The man took the pill, his tone was extremely cold, "It's optional."

  A few months ago, Li Qiao was targeted by He Xi in Parma, and He Qing’s laissez-faire attitude at the time destined them to become nodding acquaintances in the future, no matter how hard it is to become friends.

  But He Chen is different, he is a brother.

  ……

  Pama Nursing Home, Li Qiao stood downstairs and looked at the rudimentary supporting facilities around her, and walked into the courtyard with no expression.

  It was a coincidence that she had just walked to a wooden corridor covered with vines, and she looked up and saw Ming Dailan sitting on a wooden bench in a daze, holding something in her hand.

  She was wearing a simple convalescent suit, her hair was a little messy, and her body was shaking back and forth, seeming to be confused.

  Li Qiao's calm eyes suddenly burst into waves.

Luo Yu didn’t notice her changes, and stood by and said coldly, “The owner of the family settled here and notified Ming’s family, but Ming’s family didn’t seem to care about her. He only sent someone to give some supplements and didn’t show it again. Cross over."

  Li Qiao did not answer, walked into the wooden corridor, and slowly sat on the opposite side of Ming Dailan.

  On the first day of the new year, the bright sunshine passed through the vines and cast a mottled shadow on the ground.

  Li Qiao looked directly at Ming Dailan with a blank gaze, "Do you believe in retribution?"

   Today's Mrs. Xiao, without the embellishment of brocade clothes, looks no different from ordinary women.

  Even the charming cheek has a few more conspicuous wrinkles.

  Ming Dailan’s first half of her life was extremely superior.

  The rest of her life was destined to be full of ups and downs.

  In places like nursing homes, you can’t expect the caregivers to treat patients like their loved ones.

  It is commonplace for people who are stupid and mad, unconscious, to be abused.

  Li Qiao folded her legs and whispered faintly, “If you are really crazy, everyone is happy. If you pretend to be crazy and sell stupid, you don’t know how long you can survive.”

  At this moment, Ming Dailan tilted her head and looked at Li Qiao, and then held the things in her hands and offered them with both hands, "Little girl, look, this is the wedding photo of Ataun and I. Are we good friends?"

  Li Qiao glanced coldly at the thing in her hand. It was not a wedding photo at all, but a hospital admission certificate.

  Ming Dailan is almost inseparable from A Zun, no matter what you say, it must be related to A Zun.

  Li Qiao listened to her babbling nonsense, pinched her eyebrows, and lightly mocked: "If I were you, instead of expressing my sincerity in this way, I might as well go to the front of A Tun to go to bed."

  Behind the rain, frowning in confusion, Madam...what are you talking about?

  Li Qiao closed her eyes, and asked her head sideways: "Who arranged for the nurse who took care of her?"

  Luo Yu stepped forward and answered truthfully, "It should be Wei Ang, he handled the admission procedures."

   "Call here."

  Luoyu didn't understand what Li Qiao was going to do, so he turned around to find someone.

  The opposite Ming Dailan still held the contents in her hand and kept muttering to herself.

  In less than three minutes, the caregiver hurriedly followed the falling rain to the wooden promenade.

  She was in her early forties, and when she saw Li Qiao, she hurriedly bowed, "I have seen Mrs. Young."

  Li Qiao curled her lips without changing her face, "Are you from the old house?"

  The nurse was a little nervous, "Yes, Mr. Wei arranged for me to take care of the former wife here, and asked me to report things in time."

  "What is the need to report?" At this time, Li Qiao's tone was light and ridiculous. He squinted at Ming Dailan who was suddenly silent, and said lightly: "Why waste the resources of the old house."

  The nurse's eyes flickered, and he did not dare to speak or ask more.

  After a while, Li Qiao gave an order and withdrew the caregiver arranged by Wei Ang.

Waiting for the caregiver to leave, she looked at Ming Dailan, who was ignorant, leaned forward and said softly, "Since I want to be a lunatic, I shouldn't expect anything.

  You have no distinction between right and wrong, and tortured Shaoyan for eleven years. I haven't found you to settle the account. Why do you still have the face to look forward to returning to the Shang clan?

  Ataru Ataru... When you called him by name, didn't you think you defiled him? "

  Li Qiao has always been Li Qiao, even if her body is still unwell, it will not affect her injustice for Shang Yu.

  Ming Dailan, what qualifications do she have to enjoy everything that Shang arranged for her?

After saying this, Li Qiao stood up without hesitation, "Mrs. Xiao, you and Xiao Hongdao did not go through the divorce procedures. Even if he dies, you will always be his widow, not A Taun. Madam."

  Ming Dailan didn't say a word from beginning to end, until after Li Qiao left, the little book she held in her palm fell off her hand and fell to the ground.

  ……

  Leaving the nursing home, Luo Yu was still very dazed, "Madam, isn't she... not crazy?"

  "A selfish person is not so fragile in my heart." Li Qiaohe leaned against the back of the chair, her pretty face frosty.

  Before seeing Ming Dailan, she was not sure yet.

   But just now, when Ming Dailan handed over the so-called wedding photo, Li Qiao smelled a faint tea fragrance.

  That is the smell of hand cream.

  How can a delirious person apply hand cream, and even the nails are so round and beautiful?

  Nursing workers do not do this kind of thing, even if they do, it is impossible to be so careful.

  Luo Yu gasped in surprise, "Then what does she picture?"

   "Tua Zun can be soft-hearted and can take her back to her old house."

   Regardless of whether Ming Dailan really has such a strong feeling for Shang Zonghai, she mentions Azun when she meets people, just because she wants to use the mouth of others to pass these words back to Shang Zonghai’s ears.

  How much a woman she loves children, even if she loses her heart, how can she only remember her ex-husband? !

   Pretending to be crazy and stupid enough to make her escape all due sanctions.

  Li Qiao looked out the window with a cool gaze, “Go back to the old house and tell Wei Ang by the way that no one will be allowed to relieve Ming Dailan in the name of Shang from now on.”

   "The owner of the house..."

  Li Qiao slowly opened her eyes. At this moment, she seemed to have changed back to the arrogant Li Qiao, "Dad will agree."

  She wants Ming Dailan to atone for Shang Yu in the second half of her life.

  　 is a little busy, there are only two shifts in the early morning, and one more shift tomorrow afternoon at six o’clock.

  (End of this chapter)