Chapter 1171

On the night when Mobei finally opened her eyes, she saw all the seasons of the year that others could only see for more than 20 years.

The fresh four seasons of the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter which season, she can feel that a new life is being born and has never stopped breeding.

It is a very wonderful scene: the reason why the four seasons are constantly changing is that a black and white eyed fish is guiding, and also guiding the follow-up of the north and the north of the desert, enjoying the wonderful scene that has never been seen before.

Mobei hopes that she can always follow the fish and read the prosperity of the four seasons in the world.

The fish with black and white eyes didn't give her this opportunity. When she swam to a season when flowers were in full bloom in midsummer, she swayed her head and tail and disappeared into the flowers. Then she opened her eyes and returned to the real world.

When Mobei opened her eyes, the special care sister-in-law was stretching her arms.

At a glance, Mo Beibei can conclude that she is in the hospital. There is a special person to take care of her in a very advanced ward -- but what about the black white eyed fish that has made her follow more than 20 spring, summer, autumn and winter?

Until Lin Wuer appeared and Mobei stared at the bug on the ceiling, he recalled this problem again.

She was sure that the appearance of the fish was not just a simple illusion, but an unspeakable real feeling.

So she could conclude that the fish would never appear for no reason, but was manipulated by someone, but she could not see or think of who that person was.

At most, she could think that the man didn't want her to die like this, otherwise he wouldn't have put her in a container and shipped the Chinese pearl from distant Russia.

Why doesn't that man want Mo Beibei to die?

The answer is simple. Mobei doesn't need any effort: she's still useful.

Any useful person is alive. Only the living person can be useful.

Who is Mobei useful to?

She couldn't figure it out, but she was sure that the person who "needed" her this time was no longer Mrs. Jiuyou.

No matter who that person is, Mobei doesn't want to think more, just like she doesn't think about whether that person will be the second Jiuyou lady. She just wants to live two more days of the human life she used to yearn for.

Mobei felt lucky because she met Lin Wuer.

Meeting Lin Wuer means meeting -- Fangyuan.

Mobei is not the most clear person about Lin Wuer's relationship with Fangyuan, but it is much clearer than Zhang Xin of Shentong express group.

To infer from this, the person who doesn't want her to die wants her to be a useful person around.

Mobei died and lived again. After all, he didn't get rid of the man.

She doesn't want to get rid of it, because she has only one person living in her heart.

According to the restless nature of Fangyuan, will a person feel lonely, bored or even crazy when living in the heart of north desert?

Thinking of this, Mobei smiled and murmured, "no matter how you toss, you don't want to escape."

"What are you talking about?"

Lin Wuer, who was in a daze in the north of the desert and stayed with her for a long time, asked subconsciously, "who is the person who can't escape after all the trouble?"

"A man."

Beimo didn't hide it.

"Who is he?"

Lin wu'er asked again, very gossip.

"A man."

Mo Beibei replied again, and his attitude was still so serious.

"Is he your sweetheart?"

Lin Wuer understands.

Mobei was silent for a long time before he nodded.

It's about other people's privacy. Lin Wuer is inconvenient to ask again, even though she wants to know who the man is.

"Drink water?"

Lin Wuer stood up and asked.

"Not thirsty."

Mobei shook his head and said with a smile, "I was full in the river many days ago."

Lin Wuer also smiled. She didn't ask her which River she was full. She poured herself a glass of water. After sipping a few sips, she leaned against the window and looked at Mo Beibei: "now, can you tell me why you know me?"

"It's not time yet."

Mobei thought for a while and then said, "you may or may never know in the future. But I promise I have no hostility to you, so please don't be afraid of me, let alone guard against me. "

"Well, I believe you."

Since Mo Beibei has said so thoroughly, Lin Wuer knows what to ask again, and she won't answer. She might as well be magnanimous: "then, you can always ask what you plan to do in the future?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Beibei asked, "depending on your current financial resources, raising a man who eats white rice should not cause you too much burden?"

This is to make it clear: I'll follow you in the future. Please note that it's a real fool, either to be your little brother or a freeloader.

Lin Wuer really hasn't met such a person. It's reasonable to eat white rice.

Don't forget that Tang Fangyuan did it with her at the beginning

Fortunately, as Mo Beibei said, according to Lin Wuer's current financial resources, let alone raising one for free, even ten is not a problem. Even if she is fat like a hippopotamus, she must eat a lot of things.

"OK."

Lin Wuer readily replied, "what kind of living standard do you need?"

Mo Beibei bowed his head and looked at the layers of fat on his body. A look of disgust flashed in his eyes and said faintly: "as long as you can eat enough, you can eat whatever you want. As for where to live -- I don't want to live in the downtown, it's better to be in the outer suburbs. It would be better if it were in a barren mountain. "

She didn't explain why she wanted to live in a remote place, but Lin Wuer could understand: if she was fat like this, she didn't like living in the downtown and the surprised eyes when others looked at her (Wow, come and see the hippo).

"This is not a problem."

Lin Wuer pondered a little and said, "Donghai group has a feed production base in the Southwest Mountainous countryside, which is to plant alfalfa. Originally, there were more than 300 mu of land. But last year, the lease term of a lot of land over there has expired, leaving less than ten mu of land, which will expire after one year, so the company has not invested there any more. "

"You mean there's a place to live over there?"

Mobei asked.

Lin Wuer replied, "it's a three small tile roofed house with separate wells and complete household supplies."

All farms have such houses for the guards. Although the conditions are a little crude, there is no problem living.

"That's a good place."

Mobei nodded: "when I recover for another two days, I'll live there."

"I'll send someone to clean it and replace it with new household goods."

Lin Wuer put down his cup, raised his hand, looked at his watch and said, "do you have any other requirements? If not, I have to go. The company still has an important meeting that I need to preside over. "

"I don't want too many people to know my existence."

Mobei slowly said his last request.

"This is not a problem. I didn't intend to let others know you."

Lin Wuer picked up the small bag hanging on the back of the chair, took out a small box and her business card and put it on the table: "this is a mobile phone and my business card. If you need anything in the future, just call me."

"Even if you arrive early, I will need my cell phone?"

Mobei stared at the mobile phone, slightly picked it from the tip of his eyebrows, and asked faintly, "or did someone specially ask you?"

"No one."

Lin Wuer shook her head, and her tone also tasted cold: "I have this mobile phone in my bag because I met an important customer yesterday. That customer is a mobile phone maker. They gave me an experience machine. Don't think too much. No matter who you are or what your origin is, it doesn't matter to me. "

"Ha ha."

Mobei stared at Lin Wuer for a moment, took the lead in moving away his eyes and said softly, "you're really not afraid of me. Will you hurt you?"

"If I tell you that I have no meaning in living now, do you believe it?"

Lin Wuer smiled faintly. Without waiting for Mo Beibei's answer, he raised his feet and walked quickly to the door.

"If you encounter unsolvable difficulties in the future, just call this number!"

Just as Lin Wuer stretched out his hand to open the door, Mo Beibei said.

Lin Wuer raised his hand without looking back, opened the door and went out.

Li Jie, who was waiting in the corridor outside, wanted to ask something. When he saw that President Lin didn't look well, he shut up and followed her, and quickly walked to the elevator.

"I didn't lie to you."

After listening to the sound of Lin Wuer's high heels stepping on the ground disappearing in the corridor, Mobei murmured and reached for his mobile phone and the business card.

Looking at Lin Wuer's business card over and over, she recalled her words before she left that "life is boring". The thick corners of her mouth tilted down and whispered to herself: "Lin Wuer, you are really stupid. You don't know why he did that to you at the beginning. What's more, I don't know how high your position in his heart is -- not only shouldn't you feel that life is boring, but you should also live a wonderful life. "

As long as people can breathe, after opening their eyes in a hangover, no one doesn't want to live better.

Fangyuan may be an exception.

He just wanted to live like a dandy. After eating and drinking enough every day, he led three or two running dogs to the street with a bird cage. When he saw the beautiful little daughter-in-law and big girl, he shyly invited others to have a drink. Whoever disagreed, he knocked out with a stick -- that kind of life, although it can make many men yearn for, is not wonderful.

So, what kind of life is wonderful?

Generally speaking, meaningful is wonderful.

Fang Yuan doesn't want to do those meaningful things. He really just wants to be a bad boy with no taste, so he eats and dies.

Those wonderful and meaningful things in the eyes of the world should be done by an ideal and ambitious young man like Guo Yiqin. Mr. Fang is only responsible for eating and waiting for death.

When I wake up after I'm drunk, the sun has passed noon. Is this a part of eating and waiting for death?

I think so.

Well, if only my head didn't hurt so much when I woke up from a hangover.

The most irritating thing is that Guo Yiqin clearly knows that he is drunk. Why don't people carry him to the room and lie on a comfortable bed? Let him lie on the greasy table with his mouth half open.

Image, eating and waiting for death is human, but also need image, okay?

After frowning and humming twice (his head hurt. He must have drunk fake wine last night), Fang Yuan straightened up slowly, raised his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth and looked around.

He was still sitting in the chair before he got drunk last night. There was no one in the small restaurant except him. It was quiet, only small dust dancing in the sunshine through the window glass.

Kaka, Kaka, a burst of clear and pleasant footsteps broke this lazy round silence.