he is intoxicated

"...The child is my own. I am an unmarried person and want to have a child. It is easy to do it abroad. You can spend money to buy essence. You can choose from all kinds of people in black, white and yellow. The child's biological father is Chinese-American. Young, handsome and highly educated, both in appearance and character are the best."

Nan Hua had recited these words countless times silently in her heart, and now she finished speaking in one breath without pause.

Huo Beiyao stared at her with dark and thin eyes, like a magnifying glass, trying to find a flaw in her face.

Nan Hua met his gaze expressionlessly, her gaze was as firm as ice.

After a long time, the suspicion in Huo Beiyao's eyes gradually disappeared. With a sneer, he raised his feet and walked towards the door with his slender legs.

The door was closed heavily, and Nanhua heaved a long sigh of relief.

She is not afraid of her identity being exposed, she is not afraid of anything, but she is afraid that Huo Beiyao will come to snatch Yueyue from her.

After washing her hands, Yueyue ran out bouncing around.

Seeing her mother lying on the sofa with her ankles swollen like steamed buns, she froze for a moment, and the little Naiyin asked distressedly, "Mom, what's wrong with your feet?"

Nan Hua endured the pain and smiled and said, "Mom accidentally sprained her ankle when she was riding a horse. That uncle sent her home just now."

"Does it hurt?"

Nan Hua shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."

"I rub it for my mother, and it doesn't hurt anymore."

She bent down and stretched out her chubby hand to rub it.

A strong warmth lingered in her heart, and Nan Hua hurriedly grabbed her little hand and said, "Don't rub it, the doctor has prescribed medicine for mom. Come, mom hugs Yueyue."

Holding Yueyue's soft body and smelling the sweet milky fragrance on her body, Nan Hua regained her interest in being a human being.

This tiny doll acts like a charger, giving her a huge boost of power whenever she's running low.

three days later.

Nan Hua sat on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom, using a laptop to modify the client's wedding dress design.

I couldn't go to work for a few days after spraining my ankle, so I could only work at home.

Someone rang the doorbell, and Aunt Lan went to answer the door.

The door opened, and the person who came said softly: "I heard that Ms. Shen has injured her foot. I'll come and see her."

She handed the bouquet of flowers she was holding to Aunt Lan.

Aunt Lan took it with a few polite words, turned around and shouted towards the bedroom: "Miss Shen, your friend is here to see you."

Nan Hua thought she was a colleague from the bridal shop, and replied, "Let her come to the bedroom."

The soft footsteps were getting closer, and Nan Hua smelled a familiar scent of perfume.

She turned her head to look over, saw the face of the person coming, and was furious for a moment.

Soon, she suppressed her anger and forced a smile, "Miss Lin, why are you here?"

Lin Yanyan walked up to her, leaned against the wall and said with a nonchalant smile, "I'm your client. You're injured. I should come and see you."

Nan Hua smiled, "Thank you. Ms. Lin is here, there must be something else?"

"It's something." Lin Yanyan twisted her waist and sat down on the stool at the end of the bed, and said with a vain smile, "I'm not very satisfied with the sets of design drawings you asked your assistant to show me. I have trouble communicating with her. How about I came to communicate with you personally. After all, it’s a wedding dress, you wear it once in your life, and you have to make a satisfactory one, right?”

The corner of Nanhua's lips twitched lightly, "The wedding dress was designed completely according to your requirements, and three sets of pictures were released. If you are not satisfied, it shouldn't be the reason for the pictures, right?"

"Miss Shen thinks too much. I'm not right about people. As for the wedding dress, you should pay more attention to it, just like designing your own wedding dress. I believe in your vision."

Lin Yanyan took out a bright red invitation card from her bag and put it on the bed, "By the way, Brother Bei Yao and I will hold a wedding at the Jingdu Hotel in two months. I hope Miss Shen can come to attend. Witness our happiness."

Nanhua's whole body, including her tongue, was rapidly petrifying. She couldn't speak a word, her heart was beating so fast that her mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

Lin Yanyan got up and walked in front of her, crossing her arms and looking down at her, her voice changed from the gentleness just now, to lazy and arrogant: "Brother Bei Yao is the best man in the entire capital. This man is too good, actually It's not good, it's easy to be missed by women. Miss Shen is neither the first nor the last, but I will only be the one he wants to marry. "

"As far as I know, Mr. Huo is not divorced." Nan Hua finally spoke, her voice was extremely calm, not human-like.

Lin Yanyan smiled shortly, "His ex-wife is dead, and the dead don't need to divorce."

Nan Hua sat in a death-like posture, her bones collapsed on the carpet, motionless.

Yes, she is a "dead" person, and this person in front of her is the murderer who indirectly "dead" her.

Lin Yanyan stared at her gradually pale face, and the corners of her lips twitched, "I admit that Miss Shen looks a bit like Brother Beiyao's ex-wife, but it's useless. Even if she is alive, Brother Beiyao loves me. You may I don’t know how much Brother Beiyao hates his ex-wife. He hasn’t slept with her for three years. Their son is sick and wants to have a second child, which is still a test-tube baby. Do you know why? Because, Brother Beiyao hates her , Dirty! Genuine products can't get his love, let alone you, a fake."

Those long-lost humiliations, frustrations, and angers fell overwhelmingly. Nan Hua pinched her palms with her fingers and said nothing, but her heart seemed to be entangled in a rope, unable to breathe.

She turned her head slightly and took a deep breath, so as not to suffocate herself.

Lin Yanyan's flickering eyes slashed across her face like knives, revealing her complacency.

Aunt Lan knocked on the door and entered the room. She brought a glass of juice and said to her, "Miss Lin, please drink the juice."

Lin Yanyan took the cup, thanked her with a smile, suddenly raised her hand, splashed all the juice on Nanhua's face, and said sharply: "Shen, keep pestering my fiance, next time you splash it It's not juice!"

Nan Hua closed her eyes and pulled a tissue to wipe off the juice on her face little by little.

Putting down the tissue, she suddenly grabbed the coffee cup on the table and threw it at Lin Yanyan.

Lin Yanyan screamed and ran away, but the coffee stains still splashed all over her body, and the expensive dress was stained in a mess.

She became so angry that she touched the vase by the wall and was about to throw it at Nan Hua.

Aunt Lan hurriedly grabbed the vase, grabbed her arm and pushed her out...

The room was quiet again.

Nan Hua stared at the blood-red invitation card, her eyes seemed to be stained red as well.

Her "death", the culprit was Huo Beiyao, and the accomplice was Lin Yanyan.

She has suffered so much, the pain is so painful that she has layers of scars on her body, she has nightmares all night, and she will never get rid of the aftermath of the car accident for the rest of her life, but these two people are going to get married happily.

Get married as long as you get married, but the mistress who is in the upper class came to the door arrogantly and invited her, the original partner, to attend their wedding and let her witness their happiness with her own eyes!

Let the victim witness the happiness of the murderer!

Nan Hua trembled all over.