The floor-to-ceiling windows were beating with rain, and a thunder broke out in the sky, and the child suddenly started to cry.

The sleeping Zhuang Mingyue also woke up. Zhan Yan took a deep breath, and his hands holding her waist relaxed. He put his arms on his forehead. Zhuang Mingyue was raised and turned on the light beside the bedside table, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The room in Nanyuan Villa is not as colorful as flowers, and the villa here has been for many years, so it is not very disgusting.

He lifted the straps that had fallen on his shoulders and picked up the child from the bed. He was afraid of annoying him, so he carried the child to his kitchen.

"Okay, OK, it's okay, Xiao Xingxing won't cry..."

I don't know what happened to him tonight.

Crying more fiercely than usual.

Zhuang Mingyue couldn't coax her, so she walked over and wanted to pull up the curtains. Suddenly, she saw a person kneeling in the rain downstairs.

The hand that was pulling the curtain froze, and the crying of the child in his ear softened.

I don't know what he came here.

I only felt a pair of hands hugging her waist from behind, and my warm breath fell into her ears. Zhan Yan was wearing a black striped pajamas, leaned over and lowered her head, kissing her shoulders, "...I'll hug you, you go and sleep for a while. Huh?"

The cold wind came out of the window, and Zhuang Mingyue's cold skin had goose bumps, "Why is she below?"

Ying Yueyao downstairs seemed to have reached her limit, and she fell to the ground. She supported the ground again and straightened her back to kneel up.

"I'm soft-hearted?"

Zhuang Mingyue trembled with her long eyelashes like crow feathers. I don’t know what she remembered, but something seemed to be shattering in her eyes. "She is the wife you married. Do you really feel weak when you see her like this?"

This scene was really familiar to her.

My previous life was like this now, with heavy rain, lightning and thunder...

That night was the first time she had a fight with the exhibition hall and the only last time.

Because she couldn't accept it, he and Song Qiuqiu had angered, threw their wedding ring out of the window to divorce him and gave up Mrs. Zhan's position to her.

But the exhibition banquet drove her out of the villa that night and asked her to retrieve the ring in the heavy rain. If she didn't find it, she would not be allowed to come back.

Later, Zhuang Mingyue did not find a ring, so she asked her to kneel at the door of the villa for the whole night...

At that time, Song Qiuqiu was also there...

Without waiting for the banquet to agree, no matter what the answer is, it is no longer important.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't care about Ying Yueyao anymore.

The child stopped until it was not raining. Zhuang Mingyue held him this night and she didn't sleep very well.

She woke up early and wanted to make milk powder for her child, but she saw several anxious servants in the corridor.

Seeing Zhuang Mingyue come out, the servant hurried forward and said, "Miss...is not good, husband...the person outside fainted."

Zhuang Mingyue: "Call an ambulance and take her to the hospital!"

The servant shook his head: "We... dare not!"

Zhuang Mingyue was silent for a while and said, "Then send her to the room upstairs, change her clothes, and cook some ginger soup to drive away the cold. Are there any cold medicines at home?"

One of the nannies nodded and said, "There are still some."

Zhuang Mingyue: "If the fever does not go away, I will send her to the hospital."

"Okay Miss."

The servant went downstairs and met the person who went upstairs again, "Assistant Song!"

Song Qiuqiu nodded and smiled, "Yes."

When I stepped on the last step and saw Zhuang Mingyue, my face smiled even more, "...I wear so little, be careful to catch a cold."

This sentence was said to Zhuang Mingyue.

"A Yan, are you there? I'll look for him."

Zhuang Mingyue walked by her indifferently.

Song Qiuqiu didn't feel too much about her attitude towards her, "...Ying Yueyao really looks like you in her previous life? It's pitiful and ridiculous."

"You took my place. Is it particularly comfortable for the superiors? Especially when you watched Ying Yueyao kneel in the rain all night?"

"Think about it... this kind of picture really makes people feel familiar!"

The tone was full of mockery and temptation.

She was betting that Zhuang Mingyue would be reborn?

Otherwise... how could she hold the exhibition feast in this life?

Song Qiuqiu still remembers the appearance of her kneeling on her feet and begging for mercy in her last life, and she still remembers it deeply.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Song Qiuqiu turned around and looked at Zhuang Mingyue's back as she left, with a curved edge of her mouth. Zhuang Mingyue hopes that you will have a little longer brain than in your previous life.

When Song Qiuqiu pushed open the door, the man on the bed had not yet gotten up, "A Yan, I have something to tell you."

Zhanyan sat on the bed, clasping the hole in his pajamas, "Go out."

Song Qiuqiu disagreed, "...can't I come in yet?"

He raised his eyes and a cold light flashed in his sinister eyes, "Don't understand, what I said? Wait outside!"

Song Qiuqiu took further steps and stopped, "I'll wait for you outside."

Zhuang Mingyue was in the kitchen, and Chen Fang walked over, "The eldest lady found it. The gentleman was locked in a servant's room. I asked, "The person is fine, and the doctor is taking care of him, don't worry."

The other servants were busy with other things and did not notice them. "I feel relieved if he is fine."

"What about taking it? And his medicine..."

Chen Fang shook her head, "The gentleman didn't move the food he brought in at all. If he didn't eat or drink, he would probably not be able to hold on for a few days, and the wound would be fine."

Zhuang Mingyue: "Can you go in and see her?"

Chen Fang: "There are other ways to get in. What is the young lady who just wants to do?"

Zhuang Mingyue: "I'll cook some porridge later. Please help me bring it in and tell him to let him have a good meal."

Chen Fang nodded, "Okay, Miss."

While other servants were still cooking sobering soup for Ying Yueyao, Zhuang Mingyue made a bottle of milk and asked her to take it to the child for food. Zhuang Mingyue found some ingredients from the refrigerator and prepared to make some porridge for him.

When she picked up the knife, the breath on her chest was blocked and her eyes were a little dizzy. Zhuang Mingyue pinched the position between the thumb of the index finger, forcing herself to become sober.

The servant saw that Zhuang Mingyue was busy in the kitchen, and no one went up to help, and they were all busy with their own affairs.

Before going downstairs after chatting with Song Qiuqiu after the exhibition banquet, Zhuang Mingyue stewed the porridge for an hour, and finally cooked it and put it in a thermos pot.

There was still half left in the pot. In order not to be suspicious, Zhuang Mingyue cooked more, and there was still half in the pot.

"You can decide the cooperation between Ying's family. If someone asks something, let's unify the answer."

Originally working with the Ying family, Shengshi Group is slowly kicking Yingtian Group out.

“…When did I worry about doing things?”

The exhibition banquet and Song Qiuqiu walked downstairs.

"You go back to the company first and call me if you have something to do."

"knew."

The sound is not too big and small, just enough for everyone to hear it.
Chapter completed!