Lu Dad comes out on horseback

  It's said that he wants to loudly declare that he has children, here at the city government gate, and it will be on the headlines tomorrow.

  He kicked open the car door and Li Zhenwei said menacingly: "Get in."

  He has changed his mind, but the nature of the villain has not changed, and he is still afraid of losing face.

  Smiling faintly, he bent down and got into the car.

  Looking around, there was indeed no one he knew, and Li Zhenwei hastily drove away from the public eye.

  Sometimes speeding up and sometimes stepping on the brakes, he wished this woman would die. "What are you talking about? You're having my child so soon?"

  "Who made you think that just because it's your first time, you have to go all the way with me."

  The first time I saw her, I couldn't deny that she had a few points of beauty. Moreover, he had been drinking that night and made some tentative moves, but she didn't reject him at all.

  "Are you kidding me?" Now thinking back, that night was spent pretty well with her, but she wasn't exactly innocent.

  "Haven't you been through it before?" Wen Mingzhu's beautiful eyes were filled with gloom, coldness and hatred.

  She had kept her first time for many years and sincerely devoted it to this man, but now she was unexpectedly questioned by this man.

  "It's not that I want to be suspicious, but now there are too many people doing patch-up jobs, it's hard for people to tell." Li Zhenwei said with a raised eyebrow, speaking eloquently.

  "How many have you had yourself?"

  Has he?

  It was her and his own mother who made him have his first time with her.

  Li Zhenwei's face sank: "Wen Mingzhu, what identity are you questioning me with now?"

  "What? I've got your child, you want to welch on the deal?" Her eyes blazed with anger as she glared at him.

  "Down, drop." Two simple and ruthless words, devoid of emotion, "I don't need your child."

  Take a deep breath, hook up at the corner of mouth:

  "Is it just because I'm no longer the mayor's goddaughter?"

  Scoffing, disdainful, contemptuous, self-mocking, gazing at him as if looking at himself.

  "No."

  The two-word answer was again beyond her expectation.

  Her eyes suddenly turned cold: "If it's not, then what is the reason?"

  "I've found someone I like. I didn't know before that marriage could be about finding someone you like."

  This sentence is more terrifying than anything else, directly sending her straight to hell.

  Before his eyes, the scene that night reappeared. She was defeated like a chicken that had been beaten in a fight, while the sand turned into gold and shone brightly on Manman. From then on, his eyes were only fixed on Manman alone.

  The gaze of a cannibal, staring at his own feet: "Who is the person you like?"

  "I'm asking because I know." His eyes scanned her face with a hint of disdain, and suddenly he realized that this woman had a beautiful face but was completely lifeless, like a zombie wearing a mask, extremely ugly. Unlike Manman, every move she made, the beautiful eyes hidden behind her glasses, all exuded an unparalleled charm.

  "You clearly said she wasn't good enough for you! She's useless, those were your own words."

  It pricked his heart which had just been rejected by Manman in the afternoon.

  Staring at her, furious: "I regret it, and it's all your fault, Wen Mingzhu."

  Unexpectedly, they all blamed her and shifted the responsibility to her.

  "Get out of my sight, I don't want your child. You can go and cause trouble if you want, at most I'll report to the leader that you drugged me and harmed me. The leader will believe me and not you, because what you did that night has already ruined your reputation."

  Each word was spat out at her face like trash, cold and icy.

  She is now rubbish, while Mianmian is a treasure.

  A strange smile burst forth from her eyes, eyebrows and every hair on her body.

  He felt his hair stand on end as he listened.

  The car stopped by the side of the road, he first kicked open the door and got out, loosening his tie to catch his breath.

  He's really unlucky, how did he end up with this woman?

  If it were so, how good would it be?

  The car suddenly braked, and Wen Mingzhu was jolted awake as her back slammed into the seat.

  When she thought about it, her father said to her: Mingzhu, if you can't hold on to him, after having an abortion, you and your mother will go back to our hometown.

  At this time, Deng Xiao Yu was stunned, hugging her and crying, saying that there were problems with the turnover of funds at his father's company and they couldn't do without the help of the Li family now.

  She's lost her family and wealth, without a rich family background to rely on, she's really become trash.

  "Get out." He yelled at her in a loud and hateful tone.

  But what's more terrifying than leaving this bustling Kyoto and returning to your hometown in a state of decline?

  Run out, two hands tightly grasped his pants legs, knelt down, tearfully: "I beg you, please don't abandon me, do you know? I love you so much!"

  ……

  Spending the night in a hospital, an unfamiliar bed, feeling uncomfortable all over, especially with the smell of disinfectant lingering everywhere.

  Her husband stayed with her tonight and set up a nursing bed.

  After rolling over, I can see my husband's handsome face, which seems different from what it looks like at home.

  I remember the first night, when we didn't succeed for the first time. My husband slept on the sofa, and she didn't dare to look at him, turning her back, facing the white wall all night, thinking wildly in her mind, thinking of him panting above, his fingers touching past were warm and hot flesh, as solid as cow tendon.

  For Mianmian who secretly likes to sulk in her heart: Her husband's firm muscles are the best beef she has ever touched on her chopping board.

  I don't know if Husband Jiang has heard his wife's innermost thoughts, and whether he will secretly rejoice in his heart: Wife, I'm so charming and attractive, I'll always open my arms wide, you can come and hug me anytime.

  Going back to that second night, she was even more confused. Because the two of them were fully immersed in the scene, the fiery heat had melted her brain into a pulp, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember anything.

  Afterwards, almost every night when the two of them were together, they would be passionate, and every night she would be dizzy and confused until she fell asleep. When she woke up, her husband's physical strength was several times hers, and he had already woken up early to prepare breakfast for her.

  She greets every morning with the fragrance of breakfast as long as her husband is at home.

  Sometimes she felt guilty, wanting to wake up earlier than her husband, but it was impossible to wake up earlier than a soldier. Especially when waking up in the middle of the night, no matter how soundly he slept, even the slightest movement would make him open his eyes like a tiger's and stare at her.

  Now, her husband found that she couldn't sleep and got up, moved a stool to sit beside her bed, asking: "Does it hurt?"

  "It doesn't hurt," she said, her eyes opening a little wider, "I just can't sleep."

  "Something on your mind?" Thinking and speaking, Jiang Dashao was worried, his hand reaching for the intercom on the wall.

  Grabbing his sleeve, shaking her head: "Don't call them. I don't want to see those two."

  It's about two men.

  The two masters just came again and specifically instructed that they will all stay here tonight. If there is anything, you can call them directly.

  The wife's rejection of these people is not a bit big.

  "Alright." His palm stroked her hair, his fingertips tapping between her slightly furrowed brows, "What's wrong?"

  "I'm not used to it," said Manman.

  Not used to these people being nice to her, very unaccustomed.

  "Isn't someone being nice to you a good thing?" accompanied by a hint of a teasing smile, floated on his handsome and spirited eyebrows.

  But she, as if burying her entire face in the pillow, said in a low voice: "You know? If you had appeared in front of me from the start and said you were the son of some minister, I wouldn't have wanted to say half a word to you."

  Upon hearing this, Jiang Dashao's face turned stern: "This is discrimination, isn't it? Discrimination against high-ranking officials?"

  "It's not discrimination, it's inappropriateness."

  "What's wrong now? Aren't we living well together?" He picked up her face, with a serious husband-like expression, "Where did I go wrong?"

  "It's pretty good now." Yueyuer said with a smile, "But that's because you're different from them."

  Jiang Dashao suddenly felt: If the two masters were here and heard her say this, they would be so depressed that they would vomit blood.

  "Everyone is human, there's no such thing as similarity or dissimilarity."

  "No, Ah Yan, maybe Colonel Yao is better, but I think his airs are still bigger than yours. As for Colonel Lu, let's not mention him." Manman frowned and said, "I'm very uncomfortable. People like them who fawn all over you suddenly care about me, a small citizen. Not to mention tonight, that person's family called Secretary Yao, saying they want to recognize me as their goddaughter?"

  Her bright eyes had no thoughts of her own, only thinking of him: "Do you think so?"

  "I refused, I have only one dad."

  Upon hearing this, Jiang Dashao couldn't help but wipe away a sympathetic tear for Lu Shuai: it's possible that even Mayor Lu himself didn't think he'd be outdone by Wen Shi Xuan, the owner of a small grocery store.

  "Holding his wife, Jiang Dashao said, "Some things, sometimes we don't need to be too rational, just follow our feelings. Think about it, when you and I were together at first, didn't you discover anything in the middle of it all? But you still stayed with me, right?"

  Snuggled in her husband's arms, Manman closed her eyes, opened them again, and her thoughts seemed to drift away to infinity: following her feelings, she wondered where they would take her.

  "After all, this matter is not like passing days to make money. Sometimes thinking too much can trap oneself. Didn't you ask me why I wanted to be with you? At that time, I was afraid of your mother. But this heart cannot be controlled, wanting to walk by your side and be with you. Look, occasionally thinking too much is meaningless and will ruin one's own happiness."

  Raised her eyes, in her husband's shining starry eyes: Officer Husband, really like a philosopher.

  "If you really can't sleep, let's do it here. Every time we're done, you'll sleep very well." A flash of inspiration, and Jiang Dashi thought he had come up with a great solution to his wife's sleep problem.

  Xiao Zhaozi, without surprise, patted him on the shoulder twice: "Where is this place?"

  Cough!

  A sudden cough outside the door made Jiang Dashi's hair stand on end: his father-in-law, Lu Lao, had overheard them.

  Lu Siling wanted to leave before coming over to take a look at his daughter and then leaving with his son, when he heard Jiang Dashao's words.

  "Dad, I'll handle it. She really can't sleep, I'll give her some medicine," said Lu Jun.

  Lu Siling nodded, gazing at the door with a lingering look, then turned around and was pulled away by Secretary Yao. After taking no more than two steps, he couldn't help but complain to his old comrade: "I know that girls should get married when they grow up. But she didn't even spend one day back in my presence before being taken into another man's home."

  "Alright, think back to when you eloped with your wife, didn't her father want to beat you up just the same?" Secretary Yao comforted him.

  "She took a broom and chased me because I climbed the wall to peek at her, but was discovered by him." Lu Siling said resentfully, "Why didn't you climb the wall, Jiang Dashao? As long as you climbed the wall, I would have had the chance to hit you with the broom too."

  Secretary Yao: ……

  In the ward, before Grandpa came in to scold them, the newlywed couple were very tacit, one busy and one lying on the bed, both covering their heads with quilts, pretending to be fast asleep.

  Lu Jun comrade's hand, which was about to turn the handle and go in, had to shrink back. He raised an eyebrow: This brother-in-law is hard to describe.

  Hearing the footsteps outside the door fade away, Jiang Dashao secretly opened his eyes and winked at his wife on the bed: They're all gone, let's try the taste of stealing a kiss.

  Bang!

  A pillow smashed onto his handsome face.

  She was so tired from scolding her husband that she didn't think about anything else and slept soundly for the whole night.

  ……

  At 5 or 6 in the morning, a woman wearing sunglasses appeared at the reception of the troop hospital and said: "I am Colonel Lu's aunt, I came to see Colonel Lu. I heard that one of Colonel Lu's friends was hospitalized last night, so I came to visit."

  "The doctor on land left last night. He brought a patient here in this ward last night," said the nurse.

  Is it going so smoothly?

  Completely defenseless?

  Yang Le'er, who had been questioning herself repeatedly, began to doubt her own judgment again. Could it be that the vase was indeed a gift from her sister, and Lu Jun, that scoundrel, knew nothing about it?

  As I thought about it, I got on the elevator: Logically speaking, after such a big incident last night, there should be some precautions.

  As I walked down the corridor, I saw two soldiers standing in front of the hospital room door. My heart felt more at ease: there were indeed guards on duty.

  The corners of his mouth hung with a cold smile, he walked into a bathroom, took out the white coat and fake doctor's ID card from his leather bag, disguised himself, and strode confidently towards the ward.

  The two soldiers glanced at her work card on her chest pocket and did not stop her.

  Turned the door handle and walked in, then turned back to lock the door with a press.

  The disinfectant smell in this room is even more pungent than the one in the corridor, frowning, walking closer to the person lying on the bed, first pulling open the curtain covering the bedside.

  When his fingers grasped the curtain, he suddenly felt a sense of weakness, hastily closed his eyes to calm himself, and then pulled hard again.

  On the white sheet, a girl was lying down, with long and shiny black hair, and a pair of crescent-shaped eyes that were as full of spirit as her sister's when she was young, staring at her with wide-open pupils in terror.

  It turns out that I am really alive.

  All right, I'll let you die, and this time you will really die with your eyes closed.

  Ten fingers stretched out and clutched at the girl's neck, strangling her to death.

  Clap clap.

  Two knocks on the door panel.

  She was startled and jumped back, straightening her body.

  Before my eyes, there was nothing, not even the shadow of a girl. The bed sheet was empty, with only two places where her hands had pressed down, an empty pillow, torn by her sharp fingernails, and the fluffy filling flying out.

  She was stunned, surrounded by an eerie silence that seemed to be swallowing her whole.

  Got played?

  Walk away with one's tail between one's legs.

  When she walked out of the door, the two soldiers guarding the gate still had a strange look in their eyes. They only glanced at her work badge on her chest without moving or speaking.

  It seems possible that the patient inside just went out, so the two soldiers did not interrogate her and let her in.

  Anyway, for now, we can only retreat first.

  Walked back to change clothes, took out two bottles of medicine from the bag, poured out a few pills, and habitually stuffed them into his mouth.

  Taking advantage of the crowd, she walked out of the hospital gate and rushed to hail a taxi. Suddenly, a car screeched to a halt in front of her, and the driver cursed:

  "Have you gone mad? What are you doing standing in the middle of the road for so long?"

  She looked up and saw a pair of crescent-shaped eyes that were identical to her sister's staring blankly at her.

  "Ah——"

  ……

  I heard Yang Le'er go out very early, Wen Huan was tossing and turning in the quilt, unable to sleep, but she didn't forget that she had class and needed to take the entrance exam for the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

  Put on her clothes and walked into the kitchen, empty, Yang Le'er never made breakfast, only left money for herself to spend.

  She used to envy the aristocratic life of being able to buy whatever she wanted, but now she suddenly misses the soy milk cooked by her mother. Beijing is too big, and she dislikes the soy milk stalls on the street, while good soy milk shops are far from where she lives.

  What's more, Manman's buns are also delicious.

  She began to recall: when did Manman start making buns for her to eat?

  Manman was almost ten years old and it seemed that since she had memory, Manman had been cooking at home.

  Is it because I'm too used to it that I don't think the food my sister makes is delicious?

  Even if her sister didn't cook for her, with her mother Xu Yu'e around, Xu Yu'e would go to great lengths to buy whatever she wanted to eat if she couldn't make it herself.

  Open the refrigerator, want to warm up some milk and fry an egg, but inside the refrigerator, all that's placed is Yang Le'er's beer.

  Such a woman can't be a mother!

  When this idea flashed through his mind, he was stunned, hastily put it away, picked up his school bag and hurriedly left the house.

  After attending a class in the morning, a teacher suddenly came in and interrupted the class, anxiously shouting at her: "Something has happened to your mother!"

  He got up with a start, said nothing and ran out with empty hands.

  There was a teacher following behind her, afraid that something would happen to her, and after catching up, helped her hail a taxi.

  The driver asked where to go, and the teacher replied Di Jing.

  She blurted out without thinking: Where does my mom live in Di Jing?

  The first reaction in her mind was that Xu Yujiao was her mother, and Yang Le'er would never be her mother!

  The teacher stared at her blankly: Had she been scared silly?

  That kind of painful fear, only she herself every day hiding in the dark licking it.

  In any case, she was taken back to see Yang Le'er.

  Yang Le'er lay on the Dream Bed, her eyes more terrified than hers: "What to do? I couldn't strangle her to death, she's everywhere, watching me."

  The man who sent Yang Le'er back was still good to Yang Le'er, and he kindly helped Yang Le'er wipe her face with a towel. To the frightened girl, he said: "You go back, I can take care of her now."

  This voice, she realized it was the man who had spoken with Yang Le'er last night.

  The man doesn't look very handsome, but he also doesn't look bad, and calls himself Wang Hai.

  She instinctively disliked this man because his dull eyes kept staring at her chest.

  She can't stay in this house anymore.

  Stuffing things desperately into a bag, but after finishing, I don't know where I can go.

  Home, Wen Shi Xuan, Xu Yu E, Man Man, one by one the people she wanted to abandon all appeared at this moment, standing in front of her, looking at what she was going to do.

  She bit her lip until it bled, then picked up the phone and dialed: Hello, is that Teacher Lei? I had a fight with my mom and I want to come stay at your place for two days.

  ……

  Slept until eight or nine o'clock, even scared myself, got up too late.

  Sitting up, I found that the nursing bed where my husband was lying had no one on it.

  Entered the hospital room and went into the bathroom to brush teeth and comb hair, heard the door creak.

  Jiang Dashao strode in, saw that she was awake, and slapped his forehead: "I forgot to bring breakfast." Then he rushed out like the wind.

  It turned out that my husband had just gone to buy breakfast.

  With a thoughtful expression, he walked back to his bed, picked up the newspaper left on the bedside table by someone, and flipped it open.

  The newspaper reported that Secretary So-and-so and Mayor So-and-so inspected somewhere, made important instructions and speeches at a certain meeting.

  I must have been dreaming last night, being invited by Secretary So-and-so and Mayor So-and-so to give a speech.

  Turned back, husband didn't come back, where did he go for so long?

  Open the door and come out into the corridor.

  Last night, Yao Ziye said she was sent to a troop hospital, but did not specify which troop hospital.

  She can count the number of times she went to the hospital in a year. After coming to Beijing, her husband took her to the hospitals introduced by Mr. Yao twice, all of which were some General Hospital, and she couldn't remember the specific names. But she remembered that those big hospitals were crowded with people, and the traffic was terrible, even the corridors were jammed.

  Unlike now, the corridor is quiet and clean, surprisingly, there doesn't seem to be any patients living here.

  A very stylish nurse came over, a big sister who seemed to be a bit older, and appeared to see at a glance that she was looking for someone. She smiled and asked: "Are you looking for Captain Jiang? He's in Principal Lu's office."

  "I want to ask, is this...?" Because every time I have to say a word on the phone with Xia Xia, hand over the work and say where to meet.

  "Oh, you said your friend is coming to visit but doesn't know the place?" The head nurse said with a warm and gentle tone, "This is a unit affiliated with XXX Research Institute. If your friend is coming, please notify us in advance so we can call the security department to let them in."

  Huh?

  "Of course, some patients are occasionally received here too, but very few. It is not a hospital open to the public by the troops."

  While talking, he was involuntarily led away by someone and walked into an office with a sign that read "Section Chief".

  The head nurse walked away, and Manman raised her hands to the door panel, ready to knock, but suddenly had an idea, wanting to know what her husband was doing mysteriously in the morning, so she quietly put her ear against the gap in the door.

  "I've already taken care of this matter, you don't need to interfere anymore."

  Your cold icy voice pierced through my eardrum.

  What's going on?

  Her husband faced the iceberg-like old man and asked, just as she had thought: "What I want to know is, can you guarantee that nothing like last night will ever happen again?"

  Alas, husband is not just afraid of iceberg, but also has an aura as formidable as a burning mountain.

  "Of course it's impossible. I'm more nervous than you—"

  What's wrong? Why did it stop?

  "Who?!"

  What a terrible volume, Moonlight's eyes narrowed like a cat, retreat immediately.

  Just turned around, head almost hit into another person's hands.

  Be careful.

  A gentle and refined voice.

  She raised her eyes and saw the handsome Yao Ye, his two crescent-shaped eyebrows rising unceremoniously: "How long have you been behind me?"

  "Just now, I saw you standing at the door." Mr. Yao was indeed honest, or perhaps he simply didn't think he had done anything wrong.

  I was so angry I almost blew my top.

  "How dare you? Sneaking around and following people from behind?"

  The angry crescent moon was stunned, and Yao Ye stuttered: "You weren't planning to knock on the door and go in? I was wondering why you didn't go in."

  *sigh*

  It turns out that in her entire life, she had never done such a despicable thing as eavesdropping before. Perhaps it was because she was too kind-hearted and heaven didn't give her the chance to do anything bad even once.

  Behind her back, as soon as the door creaked open, a gust of icy wind swept in, stabbing at her spine.

  "Some things can't be said out loud, you have to stand at the door and eavesdrop on others' conversations."

  "Don't say such unpleasant things, I'm here looking for my husband." She straightened her back, turned around, and faced Bing.

  Her husband emerged from behind the iceberg and exclaimed: "Manny."

  Her shoulders almost slumped: This is good, even her husband knows she's done something ugly.

  Leaning on the doorframe, with his hands clasped together, Iceberg Old Man is now pleased: "Looking for your husband? Your husband is here now, speak up, what's the matter? You want to eavesdrop on people's conversations at the door first."

  She suddenly fell silent.

  Makes everyone want to fight and win.

  Several voices wanting to speak for her were about to sound out.

  I am hungry.

  Three words, with a straight tone and majestic air, stunned everyone present into silence.

  "Because I'm so hungry, I'm dizzy and don't know what I'm doing. I wasn't eavesdropping, I was looking for something to eat."

  Manman finished speaking, and she herself felt that she was shameless enough to be able to talk nonsense. But who made this iceberg deliberately difficult for her? Besides, if it weren't for her husband saying he went to get breakfast but didn't come back for a long time, would she have suspected something and come here to eavesdrop on their conversation?

  Regardless of whether her words were true or false, Jiang Dashao felt guilty first: "I'm going to get breakfast, I just asked someone to warm up the milk for me." After speaking, he immediately walked to his wife's side, grabbed his wife's hand, and looked at her belly: "I've prepared a bun, a steamed bun, and a bottle of milk for you. Is it enough?"

  "How can this be enough? Didn't you just hear her say she's so hungry she's dizzy? At the very least, we need ten steamed buns, ten mantou, and ten bottles of milk. I believe she can swallow it all in one gulp."

  It was another three people's turn, they looked up and stared blankly at Comrade Jun's face, which remained as cold as ice even when saying "ten buns, ten mantou, ten bottles of milk, let Mianmian swallow them all in one mouthful", with a voice that was cold enough to freeze.

  This is, if a joke, absolutely the most terrifying joke in this world.

  From the look in his eyes, it's clear that you're going to have to swallow all this stuff like a cow, or else.

  Feeling his wife's small hand tugging at the hem of his clothes trembling, Jiang Dashao hastily spoke up to appease his brother-in-law: "Lu Shangshu, my wife didn't mean it that way. I'll take her back to our room first."

  "Isn't it just ten buns, ten mantou and ten bottles of milk?" Mianmian's teeth "chattered".

  Mr. Yao spoke up at the most critical moment: "Lu Jun, her injury hasn't healed yet."

  Intending to stir up your lordship's weak heart.

  His cold eyes scanned the veil on her forehead, and the white frost melted, but his eyebrows were still furrowed: if it was someone else who was caught eavesdropping, even his own brother Lu Huan, he would have to be severely punished.

  But he owed a debt and had a younger sister who was dear to his heart.

  "Go." Two cold words, then bang, the door closed.

  Liu Yue's eyebrows slightly furrowed: "A Yan, what were you just talking about? Were you talking about the hit-and-run suspect from last night?"

  The wife only heard the last two sentences, that is, the soldier's vigilance was very high. Pulling his wife back and forth, he said: "It's about the capture of the prisoner, so you don't have to worry anymore."

  Yao Ye saw people walking away and then knocked on the door and walked into Jun Ye's office.

  Her narrow and long eyes slightly turned thoughtful, saying: "I know she's standing there, at most only hearing one sentence."

  A cold figure stood by the window, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, and a thread of helplessness: "I know." The topic was immediately turned around, and with a playful raise of an eyebrow, he pulled out a smile: "Now it's just waiting to see what the Yang family will do."

  Yang Le'er has gone mad. No, a long time ago she could only rely on tranquilizers and sleeping pills to calm her nerves after doing something wrong herself. Now, they just let her take the hallucinogenic drug first, then swap the medicine in her purse with vitamin tablets that look the same but have different contents.

  The Yang family knew they would eventually get their revenge on Yang Le'er.

  A cold gleam flashed across his eyes: The Yang Family.

  ……

  Fang had stayed for two days and was just about to be discharged from the hospital to go home when he made a phone call to the gallery, only to find out that something had happened at the gallery.

  Took the bus with my husband to rush to the gallery.

  It wasn't until early summer that I saw her, and seeing that she was in good spirits, I felt a bit relieved. I said, "Although I wanted to come see you, I couldn't find the time. Fortunately, your comrade Jiang Yan told me over the phone that your injury isn't serious, so there's no need to worry."

  "It's nothing to worry about, just a minor injury. Some people are making a big fuss over it." Manman said, thinking of that Jun Ye, who had an even more severe hand injury than her, yet went back to work the next day without any pressure, but instead kept her confined there for two days, as if taking out his frustrations on her.

  Her eyebrows rose slightly, and her silence spoke volumes about what had happened over the past two days.

  Three people walked into the gallery together.

  Saw Du Yu sitting on the sofa smoking, one after another, as if buried in his own thoughts, without noticing their arrival. Jiang Dashao went straight over and patted him on the shoulder: "Du brother, what's wrong? Tell me and let me help you out."

  "Early summer?" asked Manman.

  Lah pulled her best friend into the dressing room, closed the door, and said in a hushed tone: "The night you had an accident, the next afternoon, I received news that something was wrong with you just as I was about to visit you. Your senior brother also received a call from Xiao K at the same time, saying that our creative idea had been stolen by a rival company."

  "This——" Manman hesitated, "Haven't the tenders been submitted yet?"

  "The bidding documents are formalized, it's a common thing. They say it's an open tender by the municipal government, but it's not the municipal government that handles the project personally, it's the tourism bureau directly under the government that undertakes the bidding task. Each company, including Small K, privately sent a copy of our work to test the leader's intention. Who knew that someone accused us of plagiarism?

  Chu Xia said angrily, "Small K said that you should take full responsibility for this, because the main idea of the work was yours. Is it that we plagiarized other people's works and fooled him, or is it that we leaked the information to a rival company? I scolded him at the time, why didn't he say that his own employees might have leaked the information? Small K said that all employees in their company had signed relevant confidentiality agreements and wouldn't dare do such a thing."

  Manman thought for a moment: "What kind of work does an enemy company produce?"

  "This is unknown, only the leaders who have read it know." Xia Xia felt tricky here, "Your master brother wants to find someone, entrust a relationship to inquire, but the greasing fee in between is not small, and it's unclear whether throwing money will be effective, it's hard to handle."

  "Does Little K want to get rid of it?" Manman heard another layer of meaning, and her eyebrows were raised.

  "Xiao K is afraid of losing, so he wants to get rid of it, or rather, he wants to compete with your Shixiong for the art gallery, because looking at our current business, it's getting better and better." As she said this, Chunxia sighed, "When we first came to Beijing, I and your Shixiong thought Xiao K was a good person, because in this place, connections, at first were all found by Xiao K, helping to smooth things out, solving many problems for your Shixiong."

  "Isn't his advertising company doing well?" asked Manman, pushing up her glasses.

  "How did you know?" Chūxià asked in surprise.

  "When he first came to see me, bringing those promotional magazines from his company, I flipped through them and although there were many award-winning works, the competitions they participated in weren't the largest or most influential. Most importantly, I felt that those works lacked a certain... wow factor." said ManMan, "Therefore, it's very difficult for Xiaok's company to win big awards and get large projects."

  Now Mianmian's professional abilities are revealed, and it is not advisable to underestimate Mianmian's words in early summer.

  It can be said that Xiaok should have found many designers, such as Leven Bun.

  "These designers are not bad, they can definitely handle general projects. Xiao K himself is also aware that with his mid-level company, it's impossible to afford the funds to poach a master-level designer. If he wants to personally cultivate a potential one, looking at how he lets his subordinates participate in so many competitions, it's clear that he has spent a lot of money secretly nurturing them, unfortunately without the eye of a connoisseur."

  "That is to say—"

  "The gallery is now making more money than little K thinks his advertising company will in the future."

  "And most importantly, he wants to take this opportunity to pretend to help us and then get you to work for him."

  Hiss!

  Early summer hastily let go of her hand, just found out that there were several wounds on the back of her hand.

  "It doesn't matter, I can hold a brush." Manman said lightly.

  Going back, at the beginning of summer quietly pulled her down and lowered her voice: "How did you get into trouble? What were you doing that night?"

  As soon as this matter was mentioned, I thought of early summer when my brother was worried about not being able to find a connection in the government. Manman furrowed her brow and said: "I happened to know an official that night, I don't know if he can help."

  "Do you know him? How did you get to know him?" Chūxià stared at her directly.

  In just two days, the little girl has become prosperous.

  "Your dad, you know? Ran into him that night." Mianmian said with a bad tone.

  "Your father, sir!" Chuxia sighed deeply and rubbed her eyebrows.

  Your grandfather's father, judging from your performance, it can be inferred that his temperament is not easy to get through the back door.

  "I think there's still a chance," said Manman cautiously, recalling that night when Commander Lu had stood up to Jiang Mu.

  Then, Jiang Dashao and Du Yu talked for a while, also about this plagiarism work and finding interpersonal relationships.

  Du Yu furrowed his brow and said: "Even if we find the connection, but if we can't get evidence that the rival company plagiarized our work, it's still useless."

  "Is it possible to find evidence just by getting a hold of the rival company's work?"

  "It depends on the interpretation of the original designer and the rival company's main designer towards their works, to see who is reasonable and who plagiarized whom. However, based on the order of publication of the works, it is generally accepted in the cultural circle that the first published work is the original, and the later published one is the plagiarism."

  Jiang Dashao saw his wife walk out and thought back to her incredible painting skills that night, a hint of arrogance at the corners of his eyebrows: "I think it's obvious who the original is, as long as both sides are compared directly."

  "Who should be the judge?" Du Yu slapped his thigh, frowning, "You say let the director be the judge. The opposing company must have also made connections early on. Little K doesn't want to help us."

  Can the head of the tourism bureau compare with his father-in-law, the mayor?

  Jiang Dashao was not worried about this at all, and he mysteriously told Du Yu: Don't worry, there will be a noble person to help you. Just wait for my good news.

  ……

  It wasn't until that day that Manman accompanied by Chuxia and her brother Du Yu arrived at the municipal government office building.

  At the door, she met Wen Huan and Lei Wenbin who were walking out of the car.

  Du Yu had heard of Chun Xia before, but it was another matter to actually see her. He was extremely surprised: "Wen Huan?"

  "What's with Wen Huan, she is Lu Jia's thousand gold Lu Juan." Lei Wenbin's strong dissatisfaction with this group of people who always misidentify others was written all over his finely knit eyebrows.

  The laughter of early summer.

  "Let's go in." Wen Huan said, walking inside and avoiding their three gazes.

  Lei Wenbin hastily caught up with her. These two days of interaction, the more he felt that this young lady's temper was not small, especially when encountering these people each time.

  "I've seen them together twice now, I wonder if they're dating?" Chū Xia couldn't help but say as she gazed at the two figures in the distance.

  "It's normal for junior high and high school students to fall in love now." Du Yu said this to comfort Mianmian's family.

  Furrowed her delicate eyebrows.

  She understands her sister's love life is trivial.

  Wen Yu and Lei Wenbin arrived at the reception room first. Here, there were leaders who had been contacted by Lei Wenbin in advance, as well as the manager of a rival company that he had secretly approached, all waiting for Wen Yu's arrival.

  After exchanging a few pleasantries, Comrade Leader got straight to the point and looked at Wen Huan: "You are Mayor Lu's niece?"

  My heart skipped two beats, and I replied: "Yes."

  As long as she doesn't let her meet Commander Lu, but it's not afraid to let her meet Commander Lu either. That day in the Lu family courtyard, she had already discovered that Commander Lu was somewhat trusting of her, unlike Master Jun.

  Manman didn't say anything, and Junye couldn't grasp her handle. She could pretend to be Lu Juan in front of Commander Lu with impunity.

  At this thought, the blood flow suddenly accelerated: How could Manman coincidentally come here today? Didn't Levin say that after the leader met with her today, he would officially announce Manman's plagiarism.

  It seems that this leader's attitude hasn't changed after all, I was just overthinking.

  Bang bang.

  The sudden knock at the door made everyone in the room tense up all over.

  The person who came in, claiming to be the mayor's secretary, said: "I heard that a relative has arrived, Mayor Lu asked me to ask about it."

  Everyone else looked at Wen Huan.

  Blood rushed to Wen Huan's face: "It was me."