Chapter 135 Dream breaks Jiangnan
Ye Mao got up and went to the kitchen, opened the lunch box and took out a bowl of seafood porridge, brought it back to the bedroom and handed it to her, his tone softened: "Sister, drink some porridge first, it's been cooked for a long time..."
Why does this sentence sound so familiar?
Ye Zhenzhen's hair hung down in a mess. She hugged her knees without moving, her nails unconsciously digging into her flesh. She bit her lips as tightly as she could, afraid that tears would fall if she relaxed.
I have been holding back my tears for so many days, I can’t let this go to waste.
Seeing that she didn't reach out to take the porridge, Ye Mao had to put the porridge on the bedside table. Worried that she wouldn't be able to bear it if she didn't drink it, he pretended to threaten her: "Drink it while it's hot. If you don't drink it, I'll tell my parents about what happened recently."
When you are hit hard and feel like you have lost all desire to live, not only do you not feel hungry, you even have no appetite for any food.
The person is already filled with negative emotions, and even a bite of food will overwhelm the body.
Ye Zhenzhen rested her forehead on her knees. She knew that Ye Mao didn't dare to tell his parents. This threat had no effect on her. She was too lazy to argue with Ye Mao and said perfunctorily, "You go back to the store. I'll drink it in a while."
Ye Mao was determined not to give up until he achieved his goal, and deliberately provoked her: "Look at you now, not only does he not want you, even the dogs in our village won't want you."
Goudaner has had mental retardation since childhood. Now he is in his thirties and often runs around the village naked.
Ye Zhenzhen turned her head slightly and glanced at Ye Mao. He was even less cunning than Ye Zhenzhen. Ye Zhenzhen would not fall for it at all. She just wanted him to leave quickly and ordered him to leave again: "Go back to the store quickly and let me be quiet for a while. I don't want to see anyone."
Ye Mao acted like a rogue and refused to leave no matter what. He insisted on seeing Ye Zhenzhen drink the porridge with his own eyes.
There was really no other way, Ye Zhenzhen put on her slippers, sat by the bedside table and forced herself to drink a few mouthfuls of porridge. She hadn't eaten for several days, and her stomach was a little uncomfortable after suddenly eating, and she felt uncomfortable for a while.
Ye Mao held a bank card in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and said with gritted teeth: "I put the bank card on the bedside table for you, don't throw it around casually, it will be troublesome to apply for a new one later."
Ye Zhenzhen sat stiffly on the stool, motionless like a stone statue, without blinking, her voice filled with the chill of autumn wind: "What bank card?"
Ye Mao hesitated and couldn't explain clearly.
She guessed what was going on and curled the corners of her mouth slightly, laughing at herself.
Ye Zhenzhen opened her lifeless eyes and felt that her heart was like a dilapidated thatched house that had been there for a hundred years, with wind blowing in from all sides, no tiles on the roof, and a cliff below. The cold wind that blew day and night was like a poisonous blade.
Knives are fatal.
There is a sound of trickling rain outside the window, and one feels like living in a mountain stream under a waterfall with mist and smoke pouring down.
A thousand pounds of friendship can be exchanged for gold and silver. She still pawned her love for small change.
She couldn't refuse arrogantly, and couldn't be noble. After a series of farces, Zhichu couldn't stay there any longer. With her notorious reputation now, it would be difficult for her to find a job in the clothing circle of Yuncheng. She had to pay off her mortgage and find a place to stay for this zombie body.
Even without love, at least there is money.
But his third wish would never come true in this lifetime, not even in his dreams.
It’s just a dream, time to wake up.
She once said that Ye Zhenzhen's love should not be measured by money, but now it seems so ironic.
Don't say that everything will be empty when you turn around. When you don't turn around, it's just a dream.
Ye Mao walked out of Tinglanyuan Community with a sullen look on his face, crossed the road, and got into a black car.
There was a lot of traffic on the road and the car was very quiet.
Ye Mao focused his eyes on the back of the front seat and spoke slowly: "I gave her the bank card."
Wen Baijing was still wearing a custom-made suit, and his mental state had not changed much. He turned his head and looked out the window, but his voice was a little hoarse: "Did she drink the porridge?"
Ye Mao didn't know how to address him now. Calling him brother-in-law was too ironic, and calling him Mr. Wen was too distant, so he had to give up the name. "My sister is fine, so you don't need to worry about her anymore. You have done nothing wrong to her. Thank you for everything you have done for her."
Wen Baijing pulled the corner of his mouth mischievously, but didn't open it. He crossed his legs and placed his fingers on his legs, "Xiao Mao, remember to contact me if you have anything."
Ye Mao turned his head and looked at him, his eyes bloodshot, his tone a little stiff: "Forget about her, it's better for both of you. The better you treat her, the harder it will be for her to get over it, don't you know? You have a fiancée now, it's not appropriate to treat her well..."
Wen Baijing didn't move at all. There was an unfathomable deep pool in his eyes, like an east wind blowing in the ears of a horse. He answered the question irrelevantly: "Xiao Mao, go see her more often if you have nothing to do."
Ye Mao lowered his head helplessly for a long time, then said awkwardly, "She said she regretted working in the nightclub, but she never regretted meeting you."
Wen Baijing's expression lightened up a bit, and he patted his hand affectionately like an elder brother, his tone choking a little: "I know, I know everything."
Ye Mao couldn't stand up to Wen Baijing, not just because of the disparity in status. Wen Baijing had helped him a lot, and had done a lot for Ye Zhenzhen. There were many things that Ye Zhenzhen didn't know the truth about, but Ye Mao knew them all.
As a man, he could see clearly whether Wen Baijing was good to Ye Zhenzhen or not, and whether he was willing to spend time on her. Three years ago, Wen Baijing called him many times to find Ye Zhenzhen. At that time, he thought Ye Zhenzhen had offended someone outside.
It was not until he met Wen Baijing in the mall that time that Ye Mao realized that Wen Baijing was the person who had been calling him.
In order to take care of Ye Zhenzhen's self-esteem, Wen Baijing found an agent and played a drama with Ye Mao. Ye Zhenzhen still doesn't know that Wen Baijing is her landlord. Because of his love for her, Wang You's hospitalization and surgery expenses were paid by Wen Baijing, including Ye Mao's restaurant, and Wen Baijing was the investor.
Ye Zhenzhen is still in the dark about these things.
Wen Baijing never brought these things to Ye Zhenzhen to take credit for them. Even when they had conflicts, he never spoke out to suppress her.
The cause and effect between Wen Baijing and Ye Zhenzhen is a tangled mess of threads that cannot be sorted out. It is hard to tell which came first, the chicken or the egg, who loves whom more, and who is sorry for whom.
Just as Ye Mao said to Ye Zhenzhen, he couldn't blame Wen Baijing, nor could he not blame Wen Baijing.
But no one could have imagined that the relationship between them would develop into what it is now.
Today, Wen Baijing can withdraw from the matter and is still the successful and glamorous Wen Baijing. Now he has a childhood sweetheart fiancée.
He is always a winner in life.
Ye Zhenzhen is just a scheming nightclub girl who failed to get close to a rich and powerful man and became a laughing stock.
Outsiders can laugh at, humiliate and make fun of Ye Zhenzhen, but as a biological brother from the same mother, Ye Mao can do nothing but feel distressed.
Wen Baijing's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, frowned, and hesitated to answer the call.
Ye Mao accidentally glanced at the name on the caller ID, sighed softly, opened the car door, turned his back to Wen Baijing and said, "Live your life well in the future and don't bother Ye Zhenzhen anymore. I'm worried that she will go crazy if this continues."
They live in a world of different latitudes.
The previous intersection was just a disorder of time and space, but now it is back on track.
The poplar trees on the frontier can only grow in the desert Gobi. In early spring, the Qiang flute sings about the willows. In the scorching summer, the bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains. In the cold autumn, letters are sent to the southern geese. In the bitter winter, the mountains and passes are covered with cold snow.