On the oval dining table, all the sumptuous dishes were served, but no one moved because there was still one person missing. The old lady kept a calm face and said nothing. Leng Anyen lowered his head to look at the watch on his wrist from time to time, but his heart was full of emotions.
Eight times.
Where did that woman go? She didn’t return to the company in the afternoon. Could it be that she went to the hospital or ran away from home?
"Xiao Chen," the old lady said.
Leng Anyen was startled and raised her head, "Grandma, I'm going to make a call," but her phone was turned off.
Damn it! This woman won't be happy if she doesn't cause trouble for him! The little regret he felt towards her in the afternoon was now overwhelmed by anger.
Didi——
Suddenly, the sound of a car horn sounded outside the door, and then I heard the maid running in, with a happy look on her face, "The young lady is back."
Hearing these words, Leng Anyen felt his heart suddenly drop to the ground, but when his eyes touched the figure entering the door, his face still darkened.
"Where have you been? Why did you come back so late?" Leng Anyen sounded like a husband scolding his wife.
Duanmumu looked at the motionless people at the dining table, then bowed and apologized, but the wound hurt. She bit her lower lip to hold back and said, "I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting."
"Young lady, you have to put on some airs to remind yourself of your identity," the woman at the dinner table said dissatisfied.
The pain and sarcasm made Duanmumu's wound suddenly hurt again, "I'm sorry!"
"Sister, come over for dinner!" Suddenly, Leng Anteng ran over and took her hand, pushing her down to her seat.
The wound was touched again, and her face turned pale in pain. The old lady seemed to see something, "What's going on?"
Duanmumu glanced at the man next to him and lied, "I got hit by a car this afternoon."
"What?" The old lady looked at Leng Anyen and saw that he had his head lowered.
"It's nothing serious, just a few scratches. Let's eat," Duanmumu said, picking up the chopsticks, enduring the pain, swallowing tears, and swallowed the food in front of him one bite at a time.
When she returned to the bedroom, Duanmumu's first feeling was that she wanted to cry. All the food she had eaten seemed to be stuck in her throat. She couldn't swallow it and couldn't spit it out. It made her almost die.
She shouldn't have come back, maybe she should run away...
Boom! Boom!
There was a rhythmic knocking at the door. Duanmumu quickly put away his emotions and went to open the door, but to his surprise, there was no one. Could it be his imagination? Duanmumu was about to turn around, but saw the white carpet under his feet.
There was a small box lying on it, exactly the same as the one I picked up in the tree last time.
She stuck her head out and looked around again. There was really no one. There was laughter coming from downstairs. Who said what?
Duanmumu frowned suspiciously, picked up the gift box and returned to the room. There was still a piece of candy and a small card with no words on it, only a picture of a caged bird looking up at the blue sky.
Does this painting mean to tell her that she has to endure the pain of being temporarily trapped in order to enjoy the sweet freedom of a bird out of its cage?
Compared to the artistic conception of the painting, Duanmumu wanted to know more about who was sending the paintings to her at this moment? The paintings and candies sent twice were at her saddest moment. Is this a silent concern for her? In such a deep house,
In complex interpersonal relationships, who else cares about her?
The first person that flashed in my mind was Su Huanan, but now he was not in the Leng house at all, but was sent to a branch abroad. Besides him, who else in the Leng family would care about her life and death?
ps: Can you guess who sent paintings and sweets to Mumu?
