Seeing other people walking around busily, Jiang Zimo felt for the first time that he was so fragile and incompetent.
Her mind was in a mess. There were obviously many things running through her mind, but she couldn't catch any of them.
She knew that she should not indulge in sadness at this time. She knew that Murong Qingzhen could not replace her role as the mistress of the Jiang family, but there was no way. Her heart felt like a pile of weeds growing over it.
If you step on the path of your heart, you can't tell the difference between north, south, east and west.
As a daughter, she did not know that her father had been suffering from severe hypertension. For this, she blamed herself and regretted it.
And she felt even more uneasy about the various looks from time to time from the servants who came with her from Jiang House.
She has not forgotten the words she said out of anger when she had an argument with her father for the last time.
She sneered and said: "Dear dad, do you regret it? Do you regret abandoning your wife and daughter and marrying this bitch? Do you regret that you have tried every means to manipulate me for so many years, trying to make me become an obedient one in your hands?
Rag doll?”
She took half a step back and raised her head high, as if she intended to make her voice spread farther so that the servants could hear her more clearly. "If you don't regret it, I will naturally not regret driving you away."
Get out of this house. Moreover, I advise you, it is best not to confront me from now on, otherwise, I have many ways to make you regret it!"
Now, she really regrets it.
But so what? No amount of regret can change the established hurt and separation.
After sitting in the ward for more than two hours, the exhausted Murong Qingzhen finally opened the door and pulled her towards the dining room.
This is a European-style villa. A wall on the left side of the dining room has been knocked down and a floor-to-ceiling window has been installed. Looking from the direction where Jiang Zimo is sitting, outside the window is a view of a tree-lined winter garden.
Both of them were hungry and exhausted. Jiang Zimo's eyes were red and swollen, and there were dried tears on his cheeks. Murong Qingzhen was not much better. He just got up from the hospital bed and immediately took a flight.
I came back and handled a lot of difficult things quickly and efficiently.
The servant quickly brought seven or eight dishes of delicious dishes, but it was obvious that neither of them had much appetite.
Murong Qingzhen had someone bring her a hot towel, and he wiped her cheeks himself. Jiang Zimo took a deep breath, buried her face in his warm hands, and sobbed: "Qing
Zhen, thank you."
If it hadn't been for him today, he might have collapsed on the spot.
"Fool, why are you telling me this? Aren't they all the same for you and me?" He pinched the tip of her nose lovingly, then handed the towel to the servant beside him, and then gave her the soup bowl.
at hand.
"If you want to thank me, please finish this bowl of soup as a thank you gift."
Jiang Zimo's nose felt sour, and she almost shed a tear. As if she was afraid of being seen by him, she obediently drank the bowl of sweet chicken soup.
The two of them finished the meal in a state of indifference. Murong Qingzhen's cell phone kept ringing. He motioned to Wei Ran to answer the phone for him. After finishing the meal, he said to Jiang Zimo: "Azi, I checked."
The surveillance video of the villa found something very unusual."
Jiang Zimo immediately sat up straight and said as calmly as possible: "You tell me, no matter what it is, I can hold on."