"Burn it, yes, burn it all!"
"Don't even think about threatening me with this. I'm not afraid. Burn it all. Burn it all. I'm not afraid. No one will know, and I won't be afraid if they know."
Usually, matches are used to light incense, but now they have become Mrs. Li's life-saving straw.
I feel guilty, and even more guilty of being a thief.
Suddenly, Mrs. Li burst out laughing: "Everything I have worked so hard to manage, and you still want to threaten me with this, it's just a dream, it's impossible, go to hell!"
Just as she was talking, her body began to tremble and cold sweat began to break out on her forehead.
She was scared, she was really scared.
The incident of being kidnapped suddenly came to her mind and flashed through her mind quickly.
Mrs. Li grabbed the file bag, her eyes full of horror: "Tell me, who are you? Why are you always holding on to me? Is it for revenge?"
"Xiao Dan? You are still alive!"
"No, no way, no way!"
"Ye Wanhua, are you Xiaodan?"
Madam Li had already suspected some time ago that the purple figure in the orphanage looked too much like Yi Xiaodan, but the investigation showed otherwise.
Also, how could someone who has been dead for 25 years still be alive and become a famous jewelry designer in country Y?
The name is wrong and the identity is wrong.
The most important thing is that Ye Wanhua is so bright and attractive. Not only is her clothes trendy, her makeup is also exquisite. But 25 years ago, Yi Xiaodan hated makeup. She preferred cotton, linen and freshness.
However, people change over time, including habits and preferences.
"It's you, you're not dead, you're still alive."
"Don't even think about taking everything away from me!"
"Zhenshan is mine, everything is mine."
Immediately, Mrs. Li lit the file bag on fire.
As it burned, the smoke grew larger and larger and gradually spread in the study. At the same time, Mrs. Li's laughter also attracted the attention of a maid.
Without thinking too much, she rushed straight into the study and saw Mrs. Li mumbling to herself.
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
"Who asked you to come in?" Mrs. Li frowned angrily and her eyes were very sharp. She suspected that the maid in front of her was the one who secretly placed the file bag.
On weekdays, few people come up to this floor.
Mrs. Li always likes to be quiet, so Wu Ma cleans the house by herself.
"Madam, you..."
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
"No one but me... happened to hear it."
"You're not telling the truth, are you?"
Mrs. Li approached the maid little by little, completely ignoring that the file bag on the floor was still burning.
At the same time, Wu Ma was also rushing over. She had just received a call from Li Jingshan, saying that her sister-in-law was not in a good mood and asked her to go upstairs and take a look.
Sure enough, as soon as she arrived at the corner of the fourth floor, Wu Ma smelled a faint smell of smoke, and then heard Mrs. Li's voice angrily scolding the maid.
…
At this time, on the other side, Liyuan Garden in the eastern suburbs.
Zhao Renjie, who had just finished wiping the car, suddenly heard a cell phone ringing.
So he opened the half-open rear door.
"Madam forgot her cell phone again!"
The word Meijuan danced on the screen.
Zhao Renjie picked up the phone, thought about it again and again, and finally strode into the sunroom.
The lively atmosphere was not affected by his sudden appearance. Li Zihan was telling everyone some interesting stories that happened in the school recently.
Tang Xiaowan took the phone with a smile.
The two missed calls were from Wang Meijuan, and there was also a message that had just been sent.
[Miss, Mrs. Wang has sent twelve sets of clothes, all of which are in gift boxes. The person who came said that the weather is getting colder, and Mrs. Wang is afraid that you will be too busy with work and have no time to go shopping. 】
Just after I finished reading, another one came right after: [This is Wang Junchen’s daughter-in-law, Ye Wanhua. 】
Then there are several sets of related pictures.
Looking at the exquisite gift boxes one after another, Tang Xiaowan was inexplicably a little excited. It was a very special feeling that was different from the past.
She couldn't explain exactly why she was excited, but she suddenly wanted to complain about Ye Wanhua.
Funny, Akagi is not cold, okay!
You gave me a gift...you want me to call you mom?
Humph, I don’t want it, it’s so awkward.
Just as Tang Xiaowan was secretly complaining and looking through the pictures repeatedly, the third message was sent again: [Do you want to accept it or not? Miss, please reply quickly! 】
Immediately, the slender hand stopped sliding and quickly touched the screen.
A smile flashed across his lips.
Seeing that Tang Xiaowan had no other instructions, Zhao Renjie looked at Leng Lingxiao respectfully and left immediately.
He has been a cautious person for more than ten years, and he doesn't talk much. No matter what orders Leng Lingxiao gives, he just obeys them.
"Did grandma call?" Leng Lingxiao asked with concern.
"No, no, hehe, it's Meijuan."
Tang Xiaowan smiled and showed the pictures on her phone to Leng Lingxiao.
"Oh, yes, it looks good!"
"Right, I think so too, hehe."
Seeing the smile on his little wife's face, Leng Lingxiao felt relieved. After all, she was still depressed about the genetic mutation before coming here.
Leng Lingxiao didn't know whether the woman in the trench coat was dead or alive, but one thing was certain, that person must be hostile to Tang Mei.
"Okay, it's ready." Leng Lingxiao gave Tang Xiaowan two beef balls in succession.
"Don't worry about me, you can eat too!"
"Yeah, I know, be careful of the burn."
Unexpectedly, not long after Zhao Renjie left, Chen's mother came in with a complicated expression.
Li Zihan: "?"
Could it be that the second uncle is here?
I don't know what Chen Ma said in Li Zishen's ears, but Li Zishen's brows suddenly frowned, but he soon regained his composure.
"Well, I understand, let's make arrangements."
Li Zihan: It seems...not the second uncle.
Tang Xiaowan didn't notice anything during the whole process and kept tasting the beef balls. However, what she was thinking about was the twelve sets of clothes Ye Wanhua gave her. She was thinking that when she returned to Chicheng, she could try them on one by one. Kiss your husband Leng Lingxiao and watch.
The saying that women should look after themselves to please themselves is most vividly reflected in Tang Xiaowan.
Growing up, whenever she bought a new skirt or new shoes, she would immediately call her Huahua - Leng Lingxiao.
The box is beautiful and the clothes must be beautiful too!
Don’t know what styles they are?
Maybe there will be cheongsams, but... dresses and suits are probably indispensable.
Tang Xiaowan began to have various daydreams, but Leng Lingxiao, who was sitting next to her, could see the change in Li Zishen's expression just now.
However, as Li Zishen's eldest grandson, Li Zishen has experienced many unexpected events.
He picked up the tea and took a sip.
"Zihan, you just said...students from your college...are ordering takeout just to reserve a seat?"
"I admire you, isn't it weird?"
Li Zishen nodded: "A bit."
"Xiaowan, what do you think, right?"
Tang Xiaowan looked a little confused when Li Zihan suddenly asked her, but she smiled politely and nodded again.
In fact, she didn't listen at all just now.
Leng Lingxiao, who was sitting next to Tang Xiaowan, raised her thin lips slightly and started to eat white radish.
It seems...Wang Junchen has already taken action.
Li Zishen, wish you good luck!
"Huahua, give me a piece, raw." Tang Xiaowan suddenly turned her head and pointed at the silver plate containing white radish. She had been eating all kinds of meat just now.
"Is one piece enough?"
She always held the whole thing and chewed it.
"Well, let's taste it first."
Leng Lingxiao handed it to Tang Xiaowan with a smile.
