Based on her understanding of Zhan Fei, she believed that she could taste the plots in various thriller movies.
Zhang Mingliang stood where the knives were, with sharp eyes, he quickly selected the smallest fruit knife, put it in his sleeve, and went upstairs.
A few minutes later.
Bei Wei sat on her bedside and smoked a cigarette. His dissatisfaction with her for going back was obvious, and he asked: "I just washed the dishes, why did I come back?"
"Of course I have to wash the bowls you used, clean and meticulous."
Zhang Mingliang walked in and after closing the door, he saw two people standing on one side, already holding ropes in their hands.
Zhang Mingliang's heart tightened, but then she smiled numbly.
How long has this been going on?
Ever since she went abroad with Zhan Fei, she has been tied up to sleep every night.
"Let's tie her up after we finish talking."
Bei Wei looked at Zhang Mingli's smiling face and said to the two bodyguards.
The bodyguard was about to leave, but Zhang Mingliang said: "No, let's tie her up first and then talk. I won't feel comfortable without it."
Bei Wei looked at her with disdain and thought, what a bitch.
Little did she know that the person she regarded as a bitch could soon destroy her reputation.
Zhang Mingliang pulled the soft chair to the window and found the darkest spot, then sat down and placed her hands naturally behind the chair.
The two men looked at Bei Wei.
"Since she committed a crime herself, then you will tie her up."
Bei Wei gestured.
Then two men stepped forward.
Zhang Mingliang straightened her back, clasped her hands behind her back, and waited.
The two men carefully tied up Zhang Mingli.
Zhang Mingliang lowered her eyes and smiled, not saying much.
The two men glanced at her, thinking that this woman was also desperate, right?
From being furious at first to now being honest and letting them tie me up.
But she was right to do so.
The two men looked at each other, then exited the dark place and went to the end of the bed.
"After you've tied them up, let's go out. Let us, mother and daughter, have a few words alone."
Bei Wei said and continued to smoke.
The two men bowed and left. Then Bei Wei turned her head and looked into the darkness. She couldn't see Zhang Mingliang clearly, but he smiled sarcastically and asked her, "What? You know how embarrassing it is?"
"It's really embarrassing."
Zhang Mingliang said tiredly.
However, Bei Wei joked: "I told you to listen to me earlier but you didn't listen. If you had just listened to me and followed Zhan Fei, our mother and daughter wouldn't be where we are today. You are too arrogant and don't know how to adapt.
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"Is it?"
Zhang Mingliang looked at Bei Wei. Bei Wei was very addicted to cigarettes and smoked like a smoker.
"But this is very similar to when I was young. In fact, I also had the same temper, but I am smarter than you and I can adapt."
After Bei Wei finished speaking, she looked at Zhang Mingliang again, her face was almost exactly the same as when she was young.
Zhang Mingliang's lips curled up in a fake smile.
"Mingmei, your father died not long ago."
Bei Wei said this suddenly, with a bit of world-weariness, and then lowered his head.
Zhang Mingliang looked at her and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.
Zhang Mingliang always thought that they had lost contact a long time ago.
Bei raised her hand slightly, smiled, and wanted to say something more, but in the end she said nothing, as if her bad years finally came to an end when her father died.
Bei Wei put out the cigarette butt on Zhang Mingliang's bedside table, then lay down and found a comfortable position, "What did you want to say when you came over to me?"
"How did he die?"
In the darkness, Zhang Mingliang asked.
Bei Wei's eyes began to tremble as he looked at the roof. He didn't notice the strange topic and whispered: "Terminal illness."
