spoiled

It turned out to be Bian Wei and Ying Ruolan!

Chu Wei and Pei Jiameng also followed Jiang Ting's gaze.

Ying Ruolan glanced at them, but Bian Wei didn't notice.

Chu Wei shrugged: "Here, the second bloody melon I was going to tell you just now."

Mrs. Bian decided to divorce.

In order to prevent the Bian family from robbing the children, they directly asked her natal family to leave the relationship, and sent a son and a daughter to study abroad.

As for which country it is, there is no news at all.

Bian Weixu felt that he couldn't grab these two children, so he turned around and was with Ying Ruolan.

"I think it's probably because of the piece of meat in her stomach." Chu Wei came to a conclusion.

After all, Ying Ruolan's child belongs to Bian Wei.

After the words fell, the sound of high heels came from the aisle, and Ying Ruolan walked towards them quickly.

Jiang Ting happened to be face to face with her, and Chu Wei and Pei Jiameng also turned their heads when they heard the sound.

There was no welcome for her arrival.

Pei Jiameng was even more sarcastic.

Ying Ruolan ignored it, she stood three or four steps away from Jiang Ting, and said condescendingly: "I have something to say to you alone."

She sneaked here without Bian Wei on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

Thinking of Bian Wei, Ying Ruolan's eyes quickly darkened.

She was used to living a luxurious life, and only after she severed ties with the Ming family did she realize how difficult life was.

Ying Wenxuan said that he wanted to support his family was just a joke, and no one cared about his paintings at all. After being hit a few times, he got drunk every day in the rented house.

Grandma and Aunt felt that she was the culprit of the current situation, so they confiscated all her money and drove her out of the rental house.

Ying Ruolan was walking down the street, accidentally bumped into Bian Wei's car, and followed him home.

Only she and Minghui know about the child being taken away, and Bian Wei treats her pretty well so far.

But it is still very different from the previous life.

She can no longer spend money like water, and can no longer look down on the celebrity circle with glory.

Ying Ruolan is having a hard time, so she just wants others to be like her.

Seeing that Jiang Ting ignored her at all, she raised her lips: "Do you know why Lu Shiyi married you?"

Jiang Ting looked at her expressionlessly, waiting for her to continue playing new tricks.

Ying Ruolan remembered the voice-changing phone call she received two days ago, and her smile became even more distorted.

She was never the only one who didn't want to see Jiang Ting and Lu Shiyi get along well together!

She didn't know who the person called to tell her the secret, and she could guess that the other party just wanted to use her to tell Jiang Ting about this, but so what?

Ying Ruolan is as sweet as a cane.

She put her hands on the back of Chu Wei's chair, leaned down and met Jiang Ting's eyes, and told her word by word: "He married you for the sake of the Ming family behind you, because you are the only biological child of the Ming family at present. Grandchildren, represent a huge interest."

"Otherwise, why should he treat a father who is a married woman with respect?"

"Lu Shiyi, he has always been the best at strategizing. Since he has paid, he must be rewarded. He has supported you since you were in junior high school, and now he is married to you. It seems that he regards the Ming family as his own. "

Finally seeing Jiang Ting's face change, Ying Ruolan smiled with satisfaction, turned and left.

But the next moment, the wrist was grabbed.

Jiang Ting stood up suddenly, tightened her five fingers, and used all her strength to firmly restrain her wrist.

"You just said... I'm a grandchild of the Ming family?"

Ying Ruolan turned her head, held back the pain in her wrist, and looked at her with a sarcastic smile.

"So you don't know? How pitiful! Your biological mother, Minghui, was taken away by someone when she was a child, and was only found by the Ming family 20 years ago, but left you alone in Sucheng. Mr. Ming and her have known each other for a long time. out of you, but they never seem to want to recognize you back."

Jiang Ting's breath suddenly sank, and Ying Ruolan was startled by her fierce black eyes.

She was a little ashamed, and tried to pull her hand back, but Jiang Ting suddenly let go, and walked towards the door quickly in a daze.

Under inertia, Ying Ruolan took several steps back.

There was a crisp click, and the right ankle was twisted, and the situation was extremely serious.

She squatted down in pain, moaning in pain as she pressed her ankle.

And Jiang Ting's figure had already disappeared at the entrance of the restaurant, and Chu Wei and Pei Jiameng also hurriedly chased after him.

For a moment, the two of them didn't know whether to be shocked by Jiang Ting's life experience, or to comfort her not to believe Ying Ruolan's nonsense.

"Ah Ting, little uncle would never marry you for the sake of the Ming family, he is not that kind of person!"

Jiang Ting ignored Chu Wei's explanation after chasing after her.

Stopped a taxi, quickly opened the door and got in: "Go to Tianjing Villa!"

The photos of Shen Minghui, the hesitation of old master Ming and Minghui when they faced her several times, she was inexplicably worried about the injured Minghui, and...

Every time she talked about Minghui, Lu Shiyi almost changed the subject.

Everything played back clearly and clearly in Jiang Ting's mind, she clenched her fingers subconsciously, and her pink lips almost formed a straight line.

Chu Wei was young, so she didn't know that Minghui was only found 20 years ago.

But when Lu Shiyi saw that the photo of Shen Minghui was almost exactly the same as her, couldn't he think of it?

Jiang Ting's mind was in chaos.

At this moment, she didn't want to think about anything.

I don't want to use any malicious thoughts to speculate on my wholehearted lover.

She turned her head and stared blankly out the window.

It's raining again.

Thin drops of water kept falling on the window sill, adding another layer of darkness to the already gloomy mood.

At the entrance of the restaurant, Chu Wei held up an umbrella, anxious like ants on a hot pot.

She didn't remember to call Lu Shiyi until Pei Jiameng reminded her.

When Lu Shiyi rushed back to Tianjing Villa Garden at the fastest speed, Jiang Ting had already left.

Aunt Xue came over anxiously and told him that Jiang Ting came back from the rain, her expression was not right, and she ignored her when she talked to her.

"After my wife came back, she went to your study, and then left again. Is something wrong?"

Lu Shiyi didn't care to answer her.

He walked into the study with a solemn face, and opened the drawer on the right side of the executive desk.

Sure enough, the photo of Shen Minghui had disappeared.

Lu Shiyi got into the phantom car, and the raindrops were like beans, crackling on the window.

He took out the cigarette case from the storage compartment and watched the wipers on the front window swinging from side to side, feeling even more irritable.

Lu Shiyi took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Ting again, but no one answered as before.

He threw the cigarette case he just got on the dashboard and drove to the hospital where Minghui was.

Minghui stayed in the hospital for half a month, and her body has almost recovered, and she will be discharged from the hospital in a few days.

It was raining heavily outside, she leaned on the hospital bed and took out her mobile phone in boredom, unknowingly looking up the gifts that girls like.

She and Jiang Ting have been separated for 20 years, and she doesn't know anything about her preferences, so she can only choose according to the public's ideas.

When she coaxes her daughter well and tells her life experience, she will definitely understand her impulsiveness back then.

After all, she was also a victim back then, and it was all the fault of Jiang Zhengchuan and Meng Wenyue!

Thinking of this, Minghui's mouth slowly curled up.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Minghui raised her head, gave the nurse a wink, and asked her to open the door.