Yesilo's eyes deepened, "Cheng Liuli, can you endure such a day? How long can you endure? Your mother's disease requires better medical treatment and living conditions..."
"I can definitely afford it," Cheng Liuli interrupted him, "I will also take good care of my mother, so I don't have to worry about you!"
"Okay," Yesilo's smile was meaningful and full of teasing, "It seems that this game is getting more and more fun. I will give you another week to wait for you to throw me into my arms. But -" he lowered his face with a smile, but his tone was cold, "I don't think it will take that long."
Snapping his fingers, the bodyguards who were holding Liang Li loosened their grip at the same time. Cheng Lili moved his sore wrists and sneered, "Then you can continue to dream."
She pushed away the bodyguard closest to her and walked away quickly.
Behind him, Yesilo's hellish, Satanic voice followed him like a shadow, "I will make you kneel down and beg me!"
Cheng Liuli turned up the collar of his windbreaker and turned a deaf ear, his steps becoming more hurried.
She didn't see it at all. The expression on Yesilo's back behind him was violent and cold, as if he was a handsome Satan from the darkest hell. A cold and bloodthirsty light grew in his eyes, with a chill that could freeze everything to death.
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When she returned home, the night was already deep. She stood in front of the dilapidated building and looked up at the window of her home. The dim street lights stretched her slender figure longer.
In the small window on the top floor, my mother's silhouette passed by the window from time to time. It seemed that she was anxiously waiting for her to come home.
Cheng Lili held the painting folder tightly in his arms and climbed from the first floor to the sixth floor as quickly as possible.
When she arrived on the fifth floor, she could already smell the aroma of food wafting from the door of her room. She stood at the door and just knocked. The door opened. With a kind smile on her face, Cheng Qin handed over the slippers and reached out to take them. Liu Li passed the satchel on his shoulder and the easel in his hand, "Go and wash up quickly, dinner is about to begin!"
"Mom," Liang Liang said dissatisfiedly, "Didn't I tell you not to wait for me? How come you haven't started eating until now? What should I do if I'm starving? Didn't the doctor say that..."
"I'm not hungry," Cheng Qin smiled and served the food from the kitchen quickly, "Besides, I don't have the appetite to eat alone."
Look at the dinner table, there are green vegetables and tofu, cold shredded bamboo shoots, celery and lily, green pepper and shredded pork, and a tomato and egg drop soup.
Although the four dishes and one soup, some meat and some vegetarian, some cold and some hot, seemed to be full of color, flavor and flavor, they were a little too plain and much more homely than the dishes at Rose Manor before.
Liuli hung the windbreaker on the coat rack, leaned over the dining table and took a deep sniff, closing his eyes intoxicated, "Wow, it smells so good!"
I couldn't wait to pick up my chopsticks, put a piece of green vegetable in my mouth, and praised it profusely, "Mom, I think you can open a restaurant outside!"
Cheng Qin patted her forehead lovingly, "Greedy cat, why don't you go wash your face first?"
After finishing washing up, the two of them sat at the dining table and began to eat the only main meal every day.
Every morning, Wandering hurried out before dawn and had lunch in the "company restaurant". Cheng Qin only had the only time to get together with her daughter in the evening.