Chapter 248

In this world, no one will respond to him, no one will look at him quietly, and show him his most tranquil smile. He once had such a precious beauty in the world, but at the moment when he threw it away, he would never find it again..

Well, Meng shaoting, be a man.

Since I promised to others, I will never show up again, no more trouble. Let go. At least, I can make my posture look better. I won't be in such a mess.

He thought like this, but he still curled up in the quilt for a long time, holding the small key ring for a long time, which made his palm clear lines. He could not feel the pain, but there was a numb pain, extending along his blood vessels to the limbs.

After a long time, after a long time.

He just knew and understood.

All his joy and happiness, all his pain and sorrow, are just from a woman he has already loved with his life.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

When Manjun opened the door, it was already twilight. He was lying on the bed. The twilight outside the window was with a little beautiful wind. Love came in, and his hands were playing with this little thing. From time to time, he would take the little thing to face the light of the window and close his eyes slightly.

When he got closer, Manjun found that it was just a bear key chain that a little girl liked. When it appeared in his hand, it was a little strange.

She had a slight turn in her mind, and when she looked at the thing in his hand, there was a flash of resentment in her eyes.

When Meng shaoting heard the noise, he raised his eyes slightly. Seeing that it was Manjun coming in, he took back his eyes and looked at the small things in his hand. He just put them under the pillow. Then, he turned his head slightly and closed his eyes.

Manjun is carrying several things in his hand. His heart swells with pain.

She breathed a long sigh, her lips slowly burst into a smile, and walked slowly to his bedside: "Shao Ting, are you hungry? I cooked porridge. Would you like some? "

No one answered. Manjun bit his lips and stood beside the bed. He did not fall asleep, though he closed his eyes and made a sound sleep.

"Shaoting..." She felt that her eyes were hard to hold, but she managed to hold back her tears. She forced a smile, bent down and put her hand on his shoulder and pushed it gently: "you haven't eaten anything in a day, eat some porridge and then go to sleep. Do you feel good?"

Meng shaoting still closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. After three times, Manjun finally took back his hand and stood there with his head bowed, motionless, but full of despair.

The sky gradually darkened. There were strange Flowing Clouds on the dark blue sky, like the beautiful fairyland created by the magician's hands. Manjun felt his legs were becoming numb. She moved her feet a little, and felt that she was so embarrassed. What could she do?

I can't leave, I can't give up, I know his attitude towards her clearly, I can't even recover in California at the beginning, but she still wants to be nice to him. She sees that he's hurt, and the one who can't be hurt is herself. She sees that he's hurt, and she hates to replace him. But what about the woman?

Many times, it will only make him angry and make him angry. How can this traffic accident relate to her?

Who knows what she did to him that night? Hand injury, tired driving, are all hurt by her, she still want to hurt shaoting when?

"Shaoting..." When Manjun spoke, he felt that his voice could hardly be opened. His name seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"If you don't eat something, how can you get better? You won't worry about the things outside?"

She said tentatively, filled a bowl of porridge and stood by his bed.

It was another half minute of silence, and she was almost desperate for a long time.

But suddenly he turned his face, and a pair of dark eyes looked at her thoughtfully.

Manjun's heart was worried, but she still forced out a smile. She sat down in the chair first, then scooped up the porridge and handed it to him. She said carefully, "shaoting, have some."

"How does dad know about Jingyuan, and where does he know when I go to C City?"

His voice was cold, without a trace of temperature. Although Manjun knew that she could not escape this stage, he could not help but feel pain when he heard such a question. How far would he have to go in order to understand Fu Jingzhi?

When my father came downstairs and said that she wanted my eldest brother to replace the chairman of the board of directors, my mother-in-law fainted at once. Although she didn't think he was worth it, she didn't dare to persuade her. But fortunately, there was still room for her to turn around. As long as he had a good health and a soft life with my father-in-law, what would be over. But now, how could he admit his mistake and accept his soft life?

Naturally, she doesn't care whether he is the chairman of the board of directors, but she is unwilling to lose such an important career for her husband. He is a unique person in her heart. He is the best thing in the world.

Manjun shook his head bitterly: "I don't know. My mother and I were downstairs. My father came here angry in the afternoon. We just knew what happened."

Meng shaoting took a look at her and saw her timid appearance. He was dubious. He was not sure how much Manjun knew about him. But subconsciously, he still thought Manjun was very disgusted by him, but he still believed in Manjun's character and character. After all, Manjun was two people who grew up together. Manjun was not the same A bad woman with a mind to play some tricks.

What's more, she said that she loved him, how could she do anything bad for him? If he loses his position as chairman of the board, it will be no good for her or the Shen family. Which woman is not vain?

"Ask an Cheng to come in!" He raised his hand and waved away her hand holding the spoon. The porridge spilled out and splashed on her skin. It was cold and didn't hurt at all. But she felt that the back of her hand was firmly tied by a silver needle, and the tears could hardly hold. However, she obediently put the bowl and turned out to call people.

At the moment when an Cheng came in, Manjun took a slight sigh of relief. She looked at an Cheng indifferently, and went to one side to stand still.

"Two little, I don't know where the gentleman learned about the retreat. I always do what you tell me to be cautious."

Meng shaoting thought deeply and thought about what he thought: "yes, I used to transfer money from the company's finance. People in finance are always close to big brother..."

"But we'll make it up soon." An city is also in a fog.

"It's not difficult to follow the lead. Besides, brother's mind..." Meng shaoting sneered. He knew brother's persistent love for power. Well, now that he's in trouble, he has to rest at home. The country can't be without a monarch for a day, and Meng can't be without a master for a day. Brother is his own brother even though he is dirty with himself. It's better for him to be in power than others.

"But when I went to City C, I was extremely careful this time. Except for Beicheng and Mr. He, they naturally couldn't talk about lovesickness in the autumn. How did the news get out? By the way, how does dad know, me and How many times has she had contact? "

As soon as Meng shaoting's searching eyes fell on an Cheng's face, he blinked unnaturally and mumbled, "young master, I really don't know what happened..."

Meng shaoting's eyebrows and heart are frowning, which has become a Sichuan character. The people around him are always simple but they are all close friends. An Cheng has followed him since he was a child. He also has great kindness to an Cheng, so his people are controlled by an Cheng. No one dares to show any moths. So, is it Manjun?

"Manjun, what do you say now? An Cheng is my person, can't sell me, but the people around me, get rid of them, only you...... "

His voice line was lowered a few minutes, every word on her heart.

Nature is the secret she uncovered. Naturally, she told Gonggong the story that he and Fu Jingzhi were separated, but she would never let him know, never.

She turned around, the corner of her eyes gliding across the city, and there was an imperceptible ironic smile on her lips, but it soon spread and turned into pale pain.

"You don't know that I can't get up all the time. Have you ever been home? Where do I know your whereabouts? Yes, all the people around you are loyal, and Ancheng only listens to your orders. In his eyes, my famous second young grandmother is nothing but air. What's more, you are looking for other women. Who will tell me these things? "

Her sharp words, with a certain degree of cynicism, are more convincing than crying and complaining.

Meng shaoting thought about it, and almost believed it. At first, Manjun had a simple mind. He and Fu Jingzhi were constantly involved. She never showed her dissatisfaction, nor did she make any unhappiness in front of her parents. Besides, she was ill and bedridden. He knew it.

Moreover, he believed in an Cheng.

"You go out." Meng shaoting waved wearily: "I want to be quiet alone."

An Cheng looks at him, lowers his head, turns around and goes out. Manjun is still there. She doesn't move until an Cheng closes the door. She just comes to him. Her eyes are already red and swollen. She looks very sad.

Meng shaoting sighed in his heart and thought of what he had done to her. He felt guilty after all. Manjun was no better than others. He knew her very well. They had known each other since childhood. If it wasn't for Yin chaiyang to be a husband and wife, they could not be good friends. But now

He must be divorced. Even if his father threatens him with the safety of Jingzhi now, he can't do anything, but it's just a matter of time.

"Bring the porridge." He sighed in his heart, and his voice to Manjun softened his subconscious.

Manjun was stunned, but did not expect that he would suddenly change his attitude, but she only hesitated for a moment, then cheered up, raised his bed a little bit, ran to refill the hot porridge, and then sat next to his bed, but she was still timid and did not dare to move.

Meng shaoting felt a little guilty for her, but he didn't want her to feed him, so he only asked Manjun to deliver the porridge. He drank a small bowl with his right hand without injury, and then put it down. He said to Manjun, "go back to have a rest. You are just ill. Don't come back later. Keep it at home. I have my own care here. I can't use you."

"Shaoting..." His rare concern, Jean Mann