fleeting years live up to your love

Knowing that she can't cook, she doesn't have a cooking aunt, and the weather is so bad that she can't order takeaway, Gu Xiang decided to stay, cooked a few dishes for her, and cooked a pot of fragrant rice, enough for her to eat for a day.

"What would I do without you." Jian Yao hugged her and kissed her.

She giggled.

"Okay, don't get tired of it. I'm going to the studio. If you have anything to do, call me. When the weather is better, we'll go to the Housing Management Bureau to go through the house purchase procedures. You can find a suitable place to live in these two days."

Gu Xiang recommended an app for house inspections to her, then picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

She followed Gu Xiang out slowly and sent him into the elevator.

Gu Xiang couldn't help complaining, "Don't come out to give it away if your legs and feet are inconvenient."

"It's okay, just a few steps away."

"Then I'll go first."

She nodded, watched the elevator door close, and was about to turn around to go back, when a figure suddenly flashed in the stairway, before she could react, she was dragged by that person.

She was dragged into the dark corridor and covered her mouth by the man.

"Well……"

"Don't make a sound."

Jian Mingshu's voice sounded in her ears, and she was shocked.

Did he not leave all this time, hiding here and waiting for her to be alone?

"I'll let you go, don't shout, okay?"

She nodded heavily, and Jian Mingshu immediately let go. She took the opportunity to run to the corridor, but was dragged back by Jian Mingshu.

"I'm your father, can I still harm you?"

"What do you want to do again?"

"It's still the same thing, you go to see Mei Zhu for me, just for one time, I know you are afraid of her, with me around, she won't do anything to you."

"I dont go."

"You have to go, I want to know the whereabouts of my son, and whether Wu Jun is my son."

While talking, Jian Mingshu took out a roll of tape prepared in advance from his jacket pocket, ignored Jian Yao's struggle, tied her hands behind her back, and bound her kicking feet together, she shouted, He simply sealed her mouth with tape.

"I will send you back safely, don't worry, I just see Meizhu."

After saying that, Jian Mingshu carried her on his shoulders, walked down the stairs to the underground parking lot, and carried her to the back seat of a black car.

"Well……"

She yelled all the way, Jian Mingshu ignored her at all, drove the car out of the parking lot of the apartment, let the heavy rain wash away, and drove the car very fast.

The car drove out of the city center and stopped outside a single-family villa located outside the third ring road.

"arrive."

Jian Ming turned off the car and looked back at her, "Meizhu just wants to see you, I'll send you in, you talk to her, remember to ask about your brother."

She was so angry that tears fell, and she stared at Jian Mingshu fiercely.

He was so hateful that he actually sent her to Meng Meizhu. After this, could she come out alive?

Jian Mingshu was also a little distressed, but if Jian Yao was more obedient, he would not bring her in this way.

He got out of the car, walked quickly to the back seat, opened the door, and carried Jian Yao on his shoulders again.

The dense raindrops fell, and Jian Yao was soon drenched in the cold.

She heard Jian Mingshu ring the doorbell, and soon someone opened the door, and then she heard Meng Meizhu's laughing voice.

"Why did you kidnap someone? It's as if I asked you to kidnap her."

"Stop talking nonsense, I brought the man."

"Carry it to the study on the second floor."

Jian Ming stepped into the house slowly, Meng Meizhu disliked his dirty footprints on the floor, and scolded: "Move your shoes, don't trample my floor dirty."

The man gave her a patient look, kicked off his shoes, and walked towards the second floor wearing only his socks.

Meng Meizhu followed behind him, staring straight at Jian Yao, who was lying on his shoulder, who was soaked and embarrassed, and met Jian Yao's eyes, and the corners of her lips curled into a smile.

"Yaoyao, long time no see, do you miss me?"

"Well……"

Jian Yao roared, but she couldn't make a complete sound, she was trembling with anger.

"Don't get excited. Your father insists on finding out about his son, but I don't want to tell him. I just want to tell you this secret."

While talking, she stretched out her hand and patted Jian Yao's pale face, touched the rainwater, she frowned, feeling very disgusted, hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped her fingers clean one by one.

Jian Yao was carried to the study room. Jian Mingshu wanted to put her on the sofa, but Meng Meizhu scolded her again: "Don't make the sofa dirty, just throw it on the floor."

Jian Ming didn't say anything out of anger, "She is my daughter."

"So what? Didn't you tie your daughter here for your son?"

"you……"

Meng Meizhu's face turned cold, and she said angrily: "If you change your mind, you can take her away now. Do you think I want to see her? As long as I see her face, I will feel disgusted."

Jian Mingshu gritted his teeth secretly, and put Jian Yao on the ground holding back his anger.

"Go out and wait."

"If you dare to hurt her, I will never end with you."

"Get out and wait."

Meng Meizhu let out a low growl.

Jian Mingshu went out angrily and slammed the door panel with a loud noise.

Jian Yao struggled to sit up, her hair was immediately grabbed by Meng Meizhu, she groaned in pain and stared at Meng Meizhu.

The woman gritted her teeth, as if she wanted to swallow her alive.

"Little bitch, didn't expect us to see each other again?"

"I have some good news for you. Shishi recovered from her illness. The paintings she drew during her convalescence were appreciated by others. Now she is a well-known painter. She is about to hold an art exhibition. I will ask you if you are angry!"

Jian Yao felt sick in her heart.

"Also, Jian Mingshu and I do have a son, Wu Jun, the Wu Jun who took out your bone marrow and killed your child, he is your own brother, the feeling of being killed by your own brother How about it?"

"Well--"

Jian Yao couldn't help screaming.

Meng Meizhu pulled her hair and dragged her to a cabinet with an urn on it. She was forced to hold her head down and kowtow to the urn.

Her forehead hit the floor three times, making her dizzy.

"You killed my man, I really wish I could kill you now, but don't worry, I won't do anything to you today, but you have to be more careful in the future."

"I'm afraid you can't report to the police about what happened today, after all, it was your father who brought you here."

After Meng Meizhu finished speaking, she pushed her to the ground forcefully, turned around and walked out of the study.

Not long after, she heard hurried footsteps, and Jian Mingshu ran over.

He rushed to her and tore off the tape on her mouth, "What did she tell you? Is Wu Jun my son?"

"You let me go, and I'll tell you."

Jian Mingshu frowned and tore off the tape on her hands and feet. Enduring the pain, she got up and rushed out of the study. When she saw Meng Meizhu coming out of a room, she ran over like crazy and grabbed Meng Meizhu. Zhu's hair scuffled, and he tried his best to press Meng Meizhu to the ground, and several slaps hit Meng Meizhu's face heavily.

Thought she was that little girl who could be bullied at will?

She was different, and she reported some hatred on the spot!

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