A home without a mother is just a pile of sand that cannot be built up.
She has no mother and no home. Without her mother and home, her life has no meaning. Who should she show her achievements and pride to?
She was not afraid of not having a father, but now, she didn't even have a mother. She didn't know who to call when she opened the door in that small town in the future, and who would answer her call.
None of these are important...
What she couldn't let go the most was that her mother left in anger. How she wished she could do it again, so that she would not make her mother sad, and she would agree to whatever she said.
I hugged the box and said sorry over and over again, not sure if my mother could hear it.
She was afraid that her mother would be mad at her, and she regretted that when she left early, she didn't hug her mother's hand, kiss her, and say "Mom, I love you" like before.
Because of anger, because of anger, there will be no chance again.
How much I hate my stupid self, how I hate my petty self. If I hadn’t been angry with my mother...
"Mother--"
When the first ray of dawn came in, Xin Yi screamed and fell to the ground, unconscious.
When Lu Zeng and Guan Cheng heard the sound outside, they immediately woke up, looked at each other, and rushed in:
"Xinyi..."
Lu Zeng picked up Xin Yi and walked out, followed by Guan Cheng: "Should her mother's ashes be buried directly or placed in the museum first?"
"Let's leave it alone for now." Lu Zeng walked quickly and got into the car.
Guancheng walked around the car and sat in the driver's seat, then glanced at Lu Zeng sitting in the back:
"Do you want to tell me?"
Lu Zeng didn't respond, but he still dialed Tang Jinteng's personal number. At this point, Mr. Tang was still at the Oriental Pearl Tower and hadn't gone to the company, so he could only dial his personal number.
Tang Jinteng just said a word and sent the person there.
Before Lu Zeng had time to explain, the call was disconnected and the receiver was full of busy signals.
"What did you say? Go to the hospital?" Guancheng was still waiting for words.
Lu Zeng sighed and said: "Go to the Oriental Pearl Tower, I will send you there."
Guancheng started the car and said smoothly: "But the troublesome guy seems to have a fever. It's not suitable to send him to my father's place, right?"
Lu Zeng raised his eyes and looked in front of him. Guancheng realized that he had made a mistake and slipped out of his mouth without paying attention. He immediately smiled:
"I'm a bitch, Boss Lu, why don't you pay attention to me." What else is he to say if he's not a troublemaker? He's still defending her.
The car parked directly into the villa of the Oriental Pearl Tower, and the people who came out to pick them up were Suo He and Guo Mu. Guo Mu had just arrived in Qingcheng. He had been in the capital to deal with matters there, and would probably have to fly out again in the next few days.
"Where is Mr. Tang?" Guancheng asked while driving.
Suohe glanced at Wancheng, wasn't he asking questions knowingly? Of course he was inside.
Lu Zeng held Xin Yiche in his arms, glanced in front of Suohe, and said, "Hey, you are very ill."
"It just so happens that Guomu is here, please get some medicine to take. After all, this aunt is frozen." Lu Zeng's eyes lit up when he saw Guomu. No wonder Master Tang allowed him to bring him over directly.
Lu Zeng carried Xin Yi into the house. Several people behind him were waiting in the garden, chatting behind their backs. Suo He bumped into Guo Mu and said:
"Still standing? Boss Lu has given me a warning. If you don't go in yet, be careful that Boss Lu puts your little shoes on."
Guomu smiled and said, "You are so brave. Are you afraid that the third mouth will reveal these words?"
"Everyone has a mouth, who can tell?" Guan Cheng stretched, he was really tired this late at night.
Lu Zeng entered the hall, and Tang Jinteng happened to come from the building. He looked at the person Lu Zeng was holding and said:
"Send me to my room and let Guomu show it to her. You will stay here this afternoon."
"Yes, Master." Lu Zeng hugged Renlou...
Wait, what did Mr. Tang just say? Give him a room? His room? Not the guest room, but his room?
Lu Zeng's ears were fine, but he knew clearly that Mr. Tang had a certain degree of mysophobia. His private space had always refused to be invaded by breath other than his own.
Lu Zeng finally sent Xin Yi into Tang Jinteng's room, and Guo Mu soon walked in.
"Master Tang, are you serious?" Guomu was also surprised.
Lu Zeng spread his hands and asked him as if he didn't ask. This matter still depends on Mr. Tang.
However, the girl was so ill. Mr. Tang didn't see what was wrong with her, so he just looked at her lightly and said nothing after that. Could this mean that he was worried about this girl?
"Perhaps Mr. Tang is just that kind of person." Guomu had to admit that there are all kinds of people in this world.
It cannot be ruled out that some people's expression of feelings is hidden invisibly, and others cannot feel it at all. For people like Mr. Tang, his status is there, allowing him to be crazy about women like an ordinary man.
, isn’t that shocking? Isn’t it unrealistic?
"It seems you have to stay here for two days." Lu Zeng said, touching Xin Yi's forehead.
Guomu shook his head: "Ma must go to Qingcheng. I'll come over after I arrange it."
Lu Zeng was stunned and turned to look at Guo Mu, "Sure enough?"
Guomu smiled, could she still lie to him?
Tang Jinteng's villa only hired hourly workers, who would come around ten o'clock in the afternoon. Tang Jinteng felt it was unnecessary to hire permanent workers, as he resented having outsiders at home.
When the hourly worker's aunt came over, Lu Zeng had someone cook some porridge in case the girl woke up and wanted to eat.
Lu Zeng was guarding outside the room. Tang Jinteng came early at noon and had not even started work when he got home. It seemed that he was still caring for the sick woman.
"Master." Lu Zengzhiqulou left.
Tang Jinteng pushed the door open and went in. He was not disgusted by the strange smell that filled the room. He took off his coat and put it on the sofa. He walked to the bed and looked at the woman lying on the bed.
Because of the high fever, Xin Yi turned over completely outside the quilt. The air conditioner was turned on in the room. She was probably frozen after the heat. She curled up into a small ball, her hair was messy, and only a small piece of her unusually red face was exposed.
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Tang Jinteng sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt to cover her. He touched her forehead and frowned slightly. Why was it still so hot?
The quilt was all covering her body, and his big palm held her hand under the quilt, rubbing it gently and heavily.
Tang Jinteng didn't have much feelings about the loss of her mother. After all, it was not his own mother who was gone. He would never give unnecessary sympathy to outsiders. As for his past charity donations, it was definitely not because of how caring he was.
It is purely an action that creates an image.
It's not about being ruthless, this is the minimum condition for being an excellent businessman.
Xin Yi began to sweat again under the quilt. Tang Jinteng held her palm, which was as hot as a soldering iron. His big palm reached out to her clothes, and she was wet. It was probably because of the sweat mixed with discomfort, so she slept very uneasily.
Tang Jinteng thought for a while, just give him a simple shower so that he doesn't get cold. How much water can he take to have a good sleep?
