"Oh, please sit down." Qingwu stood up and moved over to make room.
Duan Miaomiao took a few steps back in disgust. Her expression made people very uncomfortable. Fortunately, Qingwu was used to it. She didn't know when her sister had become very weird.
"I...I came here to visit when I was bored. By the way, I want to ask, do you know what happened to that...scar on Maomao's hand?" Duan Miaomiao lowered his head and hesitated, his white fingertips kept touching
Scratch it in writing.
Qing Wu paused, wondering why she would ask this.
The location of the scar on Maomao's hand is very hidden. It is on the lower left side of the wrist. You can't find it without looking carefully. The scar was already there before she was adopted. The wound is very deep. The doctor speculated that Maomao was bitten when she was just born. Qing
Wu has always been puzzled by how someone could be so cruel as to bite a newborn baby.
"speak!"
Qingwu came back to her senses and her eyes sharpened, "Why are you suddenly interested in the scar on Maomao's hand? I know you hate her as much as you hate me. What's even more incredible is that you have never been close to Maomao, so how could you know?
Is there a scar under her wrist?"
Duan Miaomiao froze for a moment, his whole body stiffened, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes flickered, and his panic-stricken look made Qingwu feel that something was wrong more and more. She touched the doorknob, and quickly leaned towards the door. It took a long time to calm down, and shouted at Qingwu, "
Do you even know?"
Qingwu shook her head and followed closely, "You haven't answered the question I asked you yet..."
Bang!
Before he could finish his words, the door had been slammed shut, and then there was the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping hard across the corridor floor, which became more and more messy.
Qingwu picked up the book she accidentally left behind when she left, and flipped through it. It was about fashion design. She threw it aside, turned around, and looked at Maomao, who was sleeping soundly, thoughtfully, and her expression became a little more solemn.
***
Ling Yansen came out of his old house and got into the car before he saw a bag on the back seat. He picked it up and found that it was the LV that Duan Qingwu had been reluctant to replace, a model from two years ago.
He remembered this bag, which Xiao Yixiang bought at a high price from a Frenchman when he accompanied Manyin to Europe. His face darkened, and he was about to throw it aside, but suddenly remembered something, and quickly called Mrs. Wu to ask if she and Mrs.
As expected, Maomao didn't go home.
Outside the window, the rain is still falling.
Qingwu was giving Maomao a bath when her cell phone rang, and she picked it up without looking.
"Where are you?" Ling Yansen's opening words were really difficult to say in three words.
Qingwu froze and sneered, "I thought Mr. Ling would consciously ask us if we were caught in the rain or struck by lightning!"
"I received a call at the last minute. My mother asked me to go back to my old house for something. I thought you would go back by yourself before I could wait. I just saw your bag..."
"Dududu——"
The busy tone in his ears disturbed his mind, and he pressed the replay button without hesitation.
His rare sincere explanation was replayed in her mind, but she couldn't listen, her eyes were wet, and she didn't know when she became pretentious and cried.
"Mom, why are you crying?"
The bell rang again, and she pressed it, forcing a smile on her face and saying, "Maomao, be good, mom will dress you."
Ling Yansen stared at the word "reject" and wanted to throw the phone he had just bought out! He pressed redial again, and within a second, it rejected the call again. This repeated several times, and he was extremely annoyed.
The phone didn't ring anymore. Qingwu smiled and counted five missed calls. This was the limit of his condescension.
Just as I was about to put it down, a text message came. The content was very simple: Go home!
Qingwu stared at the exclamation point at the back, a little surprised that she actually made him angry.
She replied: Are you referring to the room on the far right side of the corridor where your ears must be tortured by all kinds of bed noises every night?
Soon another text message came over. When she opened it, she couldn't help but tremble. Gritting her teeth until the end, she had no choice but to stamp her feet, pick up Mao Mao, go to the study to say goodbye to her father, and then go downstairs.
Ling Yansen sat in the car and stared at the two-story villa in front of him. The rain kept falling and the night was wet.
Soon, the gate to the yard opened. He got out of the car and ran over with long strides. His thin lips curled up wantonly. Sure enough, threatening her was the most effective thing. What he just sent was: One, come out by yourself. Two, I'll fight.
Call Duan Fei and ask him to take you home personally. Three, I will rush up and beat you up and then carry you out. You have two minutes to choose.