The doors and windows of the villa were closed, but you could still hear the whistling of the wind. Koto Mishuro.
Xiaobai was getting an intravenous drip, and drops of cold liquid entered her weak body through the infusion bag.
"Did they succeed?"
Xiaobai asked, his voice slightly hoarse from exhaustion.
"Qing'er, my good boy, how long has it been? You don't care about your own health, and you still think about other companies' bids?" Xiaobai's mother Liu Yun complained distressedly.
"Qing'er, my dear granddaughter, my darling! How can you abuse yourself like this? You will be starving if you don't eat for one day, but you will only eat some shrimp crackers and potato chips for a whole week. Your body is in trouble.
How can you bear it? If you don’t want to marry, don’t marry.
I'll talk to your grandpa later. How can you force a child like this? Look what you are doing to my precious granddaughter?" An old woman with small feet sat beside the hospital bed, holding Xiaobai's cold little hand and wiping her tears.
The ancient spear broke through the sky.
"grandmother."
Xiaobai yelled sourly, with tears in the corners of her eyes. If there was someone in this family who pampered her unconditionally, maybe her grandmother was the only one. But she also knew that her grandmother's words were just comfort to her. Today's Wen Wen
The family has encountered an unprecedented bottleneck and urgently needs a large amount of funds to flood the market. As the head of the four major families, the Jiang family is undoubtedly the best ally.
"Oh, my dear, why are you so stubborn? If you don't want to get married, how can your grandfather put a knife to your neck and force you to marry? Besides, grandma's old bones haven't been buried in the soil yet.
, I want to see who dares to touch my Qing'er with a finger!" The old lady with little feet said fiercely with my little white hands.
Liu Yun frowned at the side, and then Liu Mei walked in from the outside and whispered a few words in her ear. Her thin eyebrows raised slightly, and her white brows instantly wrinkled into a small "Sichuan" character.
. He raised his head and looked at his pale daughter. Liu Yun suppressed the anger in his heart and whispered: "Please ask Mr. Jiang to go back to the apartment to rest. Just say that Qing'er is very ill now and is getting an intravenous drip."
Liu Mei said awkwardly: "I told Mr. Jiang just now, but he refused to leave. He kept standing under the two big trees in the courtyard, lost in thought."
Liu Yun frowned even more. It had been a full week since Jiang Zihan came to Wen's house, and he asked to see Qing'er every day. The first few days he just looked at Qing'er from a distance in the villa, but as each day passed, he slowly got closer to Qing'er.
This small villa is indeed very polite and observant. But Qing'er---
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the yard, accompanied by the hearty laughter of an old man.
Liu Mei and Liu Yun, two cousins, couldn't help but look at each other with shock on their faces. The old man is here!
Sure enough, not long after, a maid hurried in and said, "The old man wants Mr. Jiang to come in and meet the lady. Maybe the lady's condition will improve by then."
Liu Yun opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
The old lady was not happy. She shouted loudly: "My granddaughter is sick and no outsiders are allowed to disturb her. Go tell Wen Jing'an and Wen Jingliang and tell them to take Jiang and get out immediately!"
The maid trembled three times. She glanced at the old lady, with an extremely complicated expression on her face.
"Grandma, don't be angry. Be careful of your heart disease." Xiaobai held the old lady's hand and shook it to persuade her.
Xiaobai looked at the maid who didn't know how to deal with herself and said: "Go tell them that you want Jiang Zihan to come into this room? Don't even think about it. I can go and meet Jiang Zihan, but not in this room. Let them send Someone come and carry me out!"
"Qing'er! You're crazy!" Liu Yun lost his voice and said, "You are sick."
"Yes, my little ancestor, what are you trying to do?" The old lady stood up from the chair and stamped her feet anxiously.
"Qing'er, don't be too willful. Your health is important. Why not let Jiang Zihan enter the house once?" Liu Mei also advised.
Xiaobai shook his head, smiled sourly, and said: "You still don't understand me. If I compromise once, I will compromise twice. If I compromise twice, I will continue to compromise. I can go hungry and eat one I just don’t want to compromise with them.”
Xiaobai's dull eyes just now became clearer and more lively, and her eyes swept over all the furniture in the room one by one. She chuckled: "After all, my surname is still Wen. When the family is in trouble, I am the only one who can save it. But I So willful----it seems that I can no longer compromise today. However, I also have my bottom line. My room is not just for any man to enter casually. Tell them that if they want to see me, they can bring me up. go out."
The maid looked at Liu Yun, who was frowning, in fear, turned around and walked out of the room.
Not long after, Xiao Liu walked in with four burly bodyguards.
"Qing'er!!"
Xiao Liu stared at Xiao Bai's pale and thin face with a shocked face and exclaimed.
"Brother Xiaoliu, my ugly appearance scares you? I just hope it scares Jiang Zihan. Who wants to take an ugly woman home as a wife?" Xiaobai said with a smile.
After hearing this, Xiao Liu felt a twinge of pain in his heart. Who had robbed Qing'er of her happiness? Was it the Jiang family? Or was it the Wen family? But who could tell clearly.
"Carry me out." Xiaobai said carelessly. He stretched out his hands and wrapped the white thin cotton cloth around him tightly.
Xiao Liu bit it and waved his hand. The four bodyguards suppressed their unwillingness and stretched out their hands to lift Xiao Bai's big bed.
Xiaobai's weak and boneless body left the ground along with the big bed. She lay quietly on the big bed, looking up at the beautifully decorated ceiling.
When she was a child, she loved to listen to the story of Snow White. She longed to have her own Prince Charming. She felt that she was the Snow White in the story. She was awakened by a passionate kiss from the handsome prince riding a white horse. Later, as she got older, Growing up, she knew that they were all fairy tales. But she still didn't want to wake up in fairy tales.
Until one day, she watched "Westward Journey" once, twice, three times - over and over again. Seeing the carefree Supreme Treasure acting cute, being funny, fighting, and picking up girls. She was so happy that it hurt her to laugh. She burst into tears. Seeing Fairy Zixia floating away in the void, she shed tears frequently.
She knows that it is a fairy tale for adults. Although the ending of the story is not perfect, she still likes it. Because she is very self-righteous and believes that one day, the lover of her dreams will also wear a golden armor and a colorful cloud. Come to marry yourself. But she will not have the same ending as Zixia Fairy. Because she is she, she is Wen Biqing, she is the embodiment of confidence, beauty, justice and kindness.
The two maple trees in the yard gradually became clearer, and one could see the fiery red leaves drifting in the wind and falling to the ground.
The autumn wind came, blowing Xiaobai's already messy hair even more messy. But her eyes were very clear, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and she quietly looked up at the blue sky.