Tan Mobao glanced at the cold-faced Ms. Yang, then ignored her, and walked to the hospital bed: "Stop talking." She cut to the point, "I'm here to make it clear to you that I don't have business acumen, and it's okay to talk about family with you." It's okay, don't point at me, make plans early."
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"I'm here to make it clear to you that I don't have business acumen, and it doesn't matter if I talk about family with you. Don't point at me, and make plans early."
Tan Xiyao couldn't speak clearly, his mouth was trembling all the time, and he didn't know what he was talking about.
Tan Mobao hadn't seen him for a long time, he didn't know he was so old, his eyes were sunken, he was frighteningly thin, he was not shrewd and sharp like before.
She looked away and left.
Tan Xiyao sat up from the hospital bed, raised her hands, trembling, and shouted her name with all her strength: "Mo, Mo..."
A few intermittent words, like needles, pricked her uncomfortable, so she turned her head, remained silent for a long time, and left a sentence: "Take good care of your illness."
Tan Xiyao opened his cloudy eyes and looked at her blankly.
People, it's always like this, you always have to wait until you lose it before you regret it, and you get bruised and bruised, and then you turn around and ask for warmth.
Tan Mobao wiped the cold sweat off his palms, left the ward, took a few steps, and was stopped.
"Talk about calligraphy."
It was the first time I heard Ms. Yang call her so calmly.
Tan Mobao turned around.
Ms. Yang's temples are white, she is very old, and she still has the same domineering tone as before, but she can't get rid of the exhaustion all over her body. No matter how tough she is, she seems a little powerless: "When your father had a stroke, I was thinking, if someone It's gone, who will take this spirit tablet."
Tan Mobao didn't speak.
Ms. Yang sneered, she didn't know whether it was self-deprecation or sarcasm: "You are so powerful, everything you said has come true, Wanxi doesn't live long, and your father and I didn't die when we got old."
In the past, Tan Mobao got angry and said a lot of such bastard words, but she never thought it would come true, she shrugged and asked: "If you figured this out earlier, would you be more polite to me?"
Ms. Yang snorted coldly, her eyes full of disgust: "No, I hate you."
This is her.
Always be like a proud peacock.
Tan Mobao replied with a heartless and nonchalant smile: "What a coincidence, I hate you too."
It's easy to say that it's easy to say nothing.
People, most of them remember the evil but not the good, and the upright people just remember that those who are not very magnanimous have to return it.
Ms. Yang gathered the shawl on her body, turned around proudly, walked to the ward, stopped again without looking back, and said, "When your father's condition is stable, I will go abroad with him for the elderly."
Tan Mobao turned around and left.
That’s right, old age and death don’t communicate with each other, don’t see each other, don’t hate each other, just give time to adjudicate on grievances and enmities, and the wind blows every year for a long time, and the clouds that have accumulated for a long time will naturally disperse.
In mid-January, Tan's was acquired and merged into SJ's. When the inside story of Tan's pharmaceutical trial was exposed, its reputation was greatly reduced. The foundation was already unstable, and it was only until today that Shi Jin reached out to Tan Shi.
Tan Xiyao divided the money from the share trading into two shares, one was used as pension for him and his wife, Ms. Yang, and the other was reserved for Tan Mobao. Tan Mobao only knew that it was an astronomical figure, she hadn't touched it, so she just left it there.
At the end of the month, the trial of Qin Yunliang's murder of Qin Mingli was held. He confessed and was sentenced to 20 years in prison.
After leaving the court, Huo Yining gave Qin Yunliang a file bag.
"This is the information you hid under the potted plant."
Qin Yunliang opened it, glanced at it, and was stunned.
"It's not you that Qin Mingli wants to report to Qin Xing, it's Su Fu." Huo Yining paused, raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in prison uniform in front of him, "As for the evidence that you've enriched yourself, after Qin Mingli received it, there was no evidence at all. Didn't even open it."
"how so."
At that time, he panicked and didn't have time to talk with Qin Mingli at all. He decided that Qin Mingli was going to report him, and he only wanted to kill people to silence him.
Qin Yunliang squatted on the ground, covering his face, full of remorse.
Mrs. Zhang rushed over, grabbed him and beat him, "You bastard!"
"Give me back my son, give me back my son!"
"Why do not you go to hell!"
"You are the one to die!"
"brute!"
Zhang cursed non-stop, punched and kicked Qin Yunliang, and the prison guards escorting the prisoner couldn't stop her. She was crazy, and the whole corridor was filled with uncontrollable screams and roars.
"Although it was Su Fu who did it, but Qin Yunliang is really stupid, he made himself a fool." Tang Zhengyi sighed, "It's self-inflicted."
Huo Yining was noncommittal.
Tang Zhengyi kept clicking his tongue, and said with emotion: "When will the injustice be repaid."
when is it
Never stop.
"Where are you going in a hurry?"
Chen Yiqiao stopped and looked up.
Wen Shihao was leaning against the stone pillar at the gate of the court, and it was raining lightly outside. She held up an umbrella and looked leisurely: "Is it an abortion?"
Chen Yiqiao looked at her coldly and said nothing.
Wen Shihao walked over holding an umbrella, eyes full of contempt and contempt, and said sarcastically: "That's right, the Qin family changed hands, Qin Mingli is gone, and it's useless for you to keep this bastard." She glanced at Chen Yiqiao's face. Belly, smiling complacently, "It's not reconciled, it's hard to conceive a child, and before you fly to the branch, the mother is expensive, and the child will be gone."
Chen Yiqiao suddenly laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
She stood on the stairs and looked down condescendingly: "You are so pathetic."
"I'm pathetic?" Wen Shihao snorted coldly and snorted.
"Do you think everyone is like you? My mind is full of filth and darkness." Chen Yiqiao retorted with cold eyebrows, "No wonder everyone betrays their relatives and loses love."
"Chen Yiqiao!"
Wen Shi roared angrily, and slapped her hands in embarrassment.
Instead of hiding, Chen Yiqiao took a step forward: "Slap me." She lifted her chin, and she squinted at the woman in front of her with her teeth and claws out of the corner of her eyes, "You are still on probation. If you dare to hit me, I will sue you."
"you-"
Wen Shi was so angry, she gritted her teeth, but withdrew her hand: "I'd like to see how long you can be proud of the child in your stomach who has a mother but no father."
As soon as she finished speaking, her hair was grabbed, and when she turned her head, Zhang's slap came over her.
With a crisp sound, Wen Shihao was beaten into a daze: "Do you dare to hit me?"
Mrs. Zhang pulled her scalp and threw her out: "You are the ungrateful bitch who hit you."
Wen Shihao was wearing high heels, she couldn't stand firmly, she staggered a few steps, the umbrella in her hand fell off, she turned her head and stared at Zhang Shi.
"you-"
At this time, the lawyer and the prosecutor just came out of the door, and she immediately stopped talking, and said in a low voice: "I will remember this account first."
After finishing speaking, Wen Shi left angrily.
Zhang restrained her anger, turned to look at Chen Yiqiao, her eyes seemed to pass over her stomach, "I found you a house, you can move in today."
Her tone was beyond doubt.
Without thinking, Chen Yiqiao refused very simply: "No need, you don't have to send someone to monitor me, I won't have an abortion." She put her hands on her belly naturally, and said in a straightforward tone, "I will keep this child."
There was a soft light in her eyes.
Mrs. Zhang pondered for a while, took a card from her bag, and handed it to her: "There are two million here, and I will deposit money into it every month from now on."
She didn't answer it right away, as if she was thinking. After a long time, she took the card: "No need to send money, two million is enough, except for what the child must spend, I won't move any more money."
Zhang Shi was suspicious, and looked at her fixedly: "What do you mean? You don't want money, you don't want a house, so what do you want?"
She seemed to be talking to herself: "I didn't intend to give birth to my second brother. I just wanted to give birth to him."
After finishing speaking, she put away the card, walked down the stairs, picked up the umbrella that Wen Shihao left behind, supported her belly with one hand, which bulged slightly, and held the umbrella with the other hand, walked into the rain and fog, The back is thin, being gently shaken by the wind.
Zhang stood at the gate of the court, dazed.
On the opposite road, Wen Shihao got into a car.
Tang Jin, the driver's secretary, handed over a dry towel: "Boss Xiao Wen."
She wiped the rain off her body, and asked, "What did Lin Anzhi say?"
"Boss Lin's secretary said that Boss Lin is very busy and can't spare time."
She snorted coldly: "He is going to completely kick me out of the bank's board of directors."
"Then what shall we do?"
"Check, where is Lin Anzhi now?"
Qin's Hotel.
Ding Chunlei followed Lin An with a tablet, and reported the next agenda: "The overseas meeting is scheduled for twelve o'clock, and it's in the conference room on the top floor of Qin's Hotel. There is still one partner representative who hasn't arrived. My secretary has called and will be there in half an hour."
Lin Anzhi pinched the center of his brows, his face full of tiredness.
Ding Chunlei answered the phone and only spoke for a dozen seconds before hanging up: "Boss Lin."
"What's up?"
"I just received financial news. The source of the account you mentioned is indeed problematic."
The floor in the corridor of the hotel was covered with a carpet, and there was no sound when stepping on it. Lin Anzhi slowed down a little: "Have you found out the last account deposited?"
Ding Chunlei paused and said, "It's the Xu family."
Lin Anzhi was surprised, thought for a moment, and ordered: "Don't say anything, just copy all the materials to me secretly."
"yes."
It was raining outside, the corridor was dark, and the light control lights were on.
Turning the corner, there are footsteps.
Lin Anzhi suddenly stopped.
Ding Chunlei raised his head, glanced at the opposite side, and said wittily: "Mr. Lin, I'll go over to entertain the customers first." After explaining, he greased the soles of his feet and left first.
On the opposite corner is Mo Bing.
The two stood facing each other. There was no one else in the long corridor, and it was too quiet. The light control lights on the top fell directly opposite each other, illuminating both eyes.
Mo Bing spoke first: "Are you busy?"
Like an old friend, greet calmly.
Lin Anzhi's eyes were deep, and the light in his eyes was a bit scorching. He nodded: "It's okay." After finishing speaking, both of them were silent. After a while, he asked again, "What about you?"
Mo Bing replied: "I'm a little busy. The artists under me are all on the rise and have a lot of things to do." With a normal expression, she asked casually, "Have you eaten yet?"
The tone was flat, neither happy nor angry, but the hand hanging by her side was quietly clenched by her.
He said, "No." His gaze was always on hers, and he never moved away for a moment.
It was Mo Bing who moved his eyes away first, lowered his eyelashes, and was silent for a while, without looking at him, and said: "You have a bad stomach, it's better to eat on time."
He whispered: "Okay."
Mo Bing looked up: "Then I'll go first."
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't say anything, his eyes dimmed bit by bit.
Mo Bing stepped forward and left.
Lin Anzhi turned around: "Mo Bing."
She paused and turned her head back: "Huh?"
"You know that?"
"What?"
He looked into her eyes and said, "I've been waiting for you."
Mo Bing was silent for a moment, lowered his head, his bangs drooped, covering his eyes and the emotions in his eyes: "I got sand in my eyes, it will hurt for a long time."
Lin Anzhi raised his hand, as if to touch her, his hand was hanging in the air, and after a long time, he still lowered it: "I know, when I went to your house for the first summer vacation, you took me to the beach, and I got sand in my eyes."
That summer vacation, her eyes became inflamed, and she didn't go out for the whole summer vacation, and she didn't let him go out.
She smiled and told him, Anzhi, there is no sand in my eyes.
Ding Chunlei waited in the conference room for 20 minutes, but Lin Anshang did not come, so he went down to look for him, and saw him still standing at the corner, leaning against the wall, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking, with a lonely expression and dull eyes.
Hey, these two.
Ding Chunlei walked over: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Xiao Wen is here."
Lin Anzhi put away his expression and walked towards the elevator: "What is she here for?"
"Say there's something to talk about."
"not see."
In the lobby of the hotel, Jiang Jiusheng didn't see Mo Bing come down for a long time, so she went to look for her, and just happened to bump into her at the top of the stairs, she was in a daze, and she didn't look the way.
Jiang Jiusheng walked over: "Why so long?"
"Meet Lin Anzhi."
No wonder.
The two walked back and forth, Mo Bing was absent-minded, Jiang Jiusheng asked, "Mo Bing, will you get back together?"
She was silent for a while before replying: "I still have lumps in my heart, let it be."
Jiang Jiusheng didn't mention it anymore. She couldn't get involved in emotional matters, like drinking water and knowing how warm it is. "I forgot something, how is that Miss Han?"
Mo Bing came back to his senses: "Han Miao?"
"Um."
"Discharged from the hospital." She said, "I heard that she signed with Qin Entertainment, and she was shot for you. Qin Xiaozhou promised to praise her, but I don't know exactly how, you appreciate it If you are interested, you can ask your family doctor Shi, the Qin family is under his control now, if you don't want Han Miao to debut, you can just say a word."
Jiang Jiusheng's expression was indifferent: "Just asking, it has nothing to do with me if she makes a debut." If there is no grievance or enmity, she will naturally not deliberately embarrass others.
Mo Bing laughed and teased her: "Don't mind? Her face is a fake, it doesn't look perfect."
Jiang Jiusheng corrected solemnly: "Shi Jin said it was correct."
Mo Bing pretended to be surprised: "Tsk tsk tsk, I want to ask which hospital did it." She laughed, "That little girl Mingyao said she wanted to have a nose."
I really want to have a fight, learn what is wrong, and learn from other people's plastic surgery.
The two were chatting with each other, suddenly, there were bursts of hurried noises: "Di-di-di-"
After several beeps, the whole hotel was in chaos in an instant.
Mo Bing paused: "What's going on?"
Jiang Jiusheng frowned: "It's the hotel alarm."
At this time, the lobby manager hurried over: "Young Madam, please leave the hotel quickly."
Jiang Jiusheng asked, "What happened?"
"Someone was shot in the hotel. The murderer may still be in the hotel. The Sixth Young Master ordered the guests to be moved out first."
Jiang Jiusheng asked, "Who was shot?"
"People from Lin's Bank."
Mo Bing raised his head: "Who is at Lin's Bank?"
"Their chairman, Lin Anzhi."