My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Tan Mobao glanced at the cold-faced Ms. Yang, then ignored it and walked to the hospital bed: "Stop talking." She got straight to the point, "I'm here to make it clear to you. I have no business acumen, and it's okay to talk to you about family matters." It doesn’t matter, don’t point your fingers at me, make plans in advance.”

"I'm here to make it clear to you that I have no business acumen and it has nothing to do with talking about family affairs with you. Don't point your fingers at me and make plans in advance."

Tan Xiyao couldn't speak clearly, his mouth kept shaking, 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, and he didn't have the shrewdness and sharpness of before.

She withdrew her gaze and left.

Tan Xiyao sat up from the hospital bed, raised his hands, which were shaking, and called her name with all his strength: "Mo, Mo..."

The intermittent words were like needles, pricking her one after another, which made her feel uncomfortable. She turned around, remained silent for a long time, and left a message: "Take good care of your health."

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, then you regret it, and you hurt the person all over your body, and then you turn around to ask for help.

Tan Mobao wiped the cold sweat from his palms and walked out of the ward. After taking a few steps, he was stopped.

"Talk about calligraphy."

This was the first time I heard Ms. Yang call her so calmly.

Tan Mobao turned around.

Ms. Yang's temples have turned white. She has aged very much. She still has the same domineering tone as before, but she is still tired. No matter how tough she is, she seems a little powerless: "When your father had a stroke, I was thinking, if human beings It’s gone, who will carry this spiritual tablet?”

Tan Mobao said nothing.

Ms. Yang sneered, not sure whether it was self-deprecation or sarcasm: "You are so awesome, everything you said has come true. Wanxi is not going to live long, and your father and I will have no one to die with when we get old."

In the past, Tan Mobao was so angry that she said many such arrogant words. However, she never expected that it would come true. She shrugged and asked, "If you had figured this out earlier, would you have been more polite to me?"

Ms. Yang snorted coldly, with disgust in her eyes: "No, I hate you."

This is her.

Always like a proud peacock.

Tan Mobao replied with a heartless and nonchalant smile: "What a coincidence, I hate you too."

It is easy to say that it is easy to forget grudges with a smile.

Most people remember evil but not good. People who are upright just remember, but those who are not so magnanimous still have to pay it back.

Ms. Yang gathered her shawl, turned around proudly, walked to the ward, stopped again, and without looking back, said, "When your father's condition stabilizes, I will go abroad with him to retire."

Tan Mobao turned around and left.

No matter how old or dead we are, we don't interact with each other, we don't see each other, we don't get tired of each other, let time decide the grievances and hatreds. 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 drug trials was exposed, its reputation was greatly reduced. At that time, Tan Xiyao took his daughter to seek medical treatment abroad, and no one was in charge of Tan's. The foundation was already unstable, but only today did we know that Shi Jin's hand had reached out to Tan at that time.

Tan Xiyao divided the money gained from the share transaction into two parts, one part was used as a pension for him and his wife, Ms. Yang, and the other part was left to Tan Mobao. Tan Mobao only knew that it was an astronomical number. She didn't touch it, 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 twenty years in prison.

After leaving the court, Huo Yining gave Qin Yunliang a document bag.

"This is the information you hid under the potted plant."

Qin Yunliang opened it, took a few glances, and was stunned.

"The person Qin Mingli wants to report to Qin Xing is not you at all, but Su Fu." Huo Yining paused and raised an eyebrow at the man in prison uniform in front of him, "As for the evidence that you have enriched your own pocket, Qin Mingli didn't know it at all after receiving it. Haven’t opened it yet.”

"how so."

At that time, he was panicked and had no time to talk to Qin Mingli. He was convinced that Qin Mingli was going to report him, and he only wanted to kill people and silence him.

Qin Yunliang squatted on the ground, covering his face with regret.

Zhang rushed over, dragged him and beat him: "You beast!"

"Give me back my son, give me back my son!"

"Why do not you go to hell!"

"You are the one who deserves to die!"

"brute!"

Zhang kept cursing, punched and kicked Qin Yunliang, and the prison guards escorting the prisoner couldn't hold her back. She was going crazy, and the entire corridor was filled with uncontrollable screams and roars.

"Although it was Su Fu who made the mistake, Qin Yunliang was really stupid and got himself into a trap." Tang Zhengyi sighed, "It's your own fault."

Huo Yining was noncommittal.

Tang Zhengyi kept clicking his tongue and said with emotion: "When will the injustice be repaid?"

When?

It goes on and on.

"Where are you going in a hurry?"

Chen Yiqiao stopped and looked up.

Wen Shihao was leaning on the stone pillar at the entrance of the court. It was raining lightly outside. She held an umbrella and looked calm: "Is it an abortion?"

Chen Yiqiao looked at her coldly and said nothing.

Wen Shihao walked over holding an umbrella, her eyes full of disdain and contempt, and said sarcastically: "That's right, the Qin family has changed its owner, Qin Mingli is gone, and it's useless for you to keep this scoundrel." She glanced at Chen Yiqiao's face. Belly, smiled proudly, "You must be unwilling to accept it. It took a lot of effort to conceive the child. Before you can fly to the branch, the mother is more valuable than the child, and the child is gone."

Chen Yiqiao suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

She stood on the steps and looked down from above: "You are so pathetic."

"Am I pathetic?" Wen Shihao snorted coldly and sneered.

"Do you think everyone is like you? Your mind is full of filth and darkness." Chen Yiqiao retorted with cold eyebrows, "No wonder everyone betrays their relatives and cannot love them."

"Chen Yiqiao!"

Wen Shihao roared angrily and raised his palm in anger.

Chen Yiqiao not only did not hide, but also took a step forward: "You fight me." She raised her chin and squinted at the woman in front of her, "You are still on probation. If you dare to fight me, I will sue you."

"you--"

Wen Shi was so angry that she gritted her teeth and retracted her hand: "I want to see how long the child in your belly, who has a mother but no father, can be proud."

As soon as she finished speaking, her hair was grabbed, and when she turned her head, Zhang slapped her in the face.

With a crisp sound, Wen Shihao was stunned: "You dare to hit me?"

Zhang grabbed her scalp and threw her out: "I'm going to beat you, this ungrateful bitch."

Wen Shihao was wearing high heels and couldn't stand firmly. She staggered a few steps and dropped the umbrella in her hand. She turned around and stared at Mrs. Zhang.

"you--"

At this time, the lawyer and prosecutor happened to come out of the door. She immediately stopped talking and said in a low voice: "I will remember this account first."

After saying that, Wen Shihao left angrily.

Mrs. Zhang calmed down her anger, turned to look at Chen Yiqiao, and glanced at her belly vaguely: "I found a house for you, you can move in today."

Her tone left no room for doubt.

Chen Yiqiao refused without hesitation: "No, you don't need to send someone to monitor me. I won't have an abortion." She naturally placed her hands on her belly and said in a straight tone, "I will keep this child."

There was a soft light in her eyes.

Zhang pondered for a moment, took a card from her bag and handed it to her: "There are two million here, and I will transfer money into it every month from now on."

She did not answer it immediately, as if she was thinking. After a long time, she accepted the card: "No need to transfer money, two million is enough. Except for what is necessary for the children, I will not touch another penny in it."

Zhang was doubtful and looked at her steadily: "What do you mean? You don't want money or a house, so what do you want?"

She seemed to be talking to herself: "I have no intention of giving birth to my second brother's child. I just want to give birth to him."

After saying that, she put the card away, walked down the stairs, picked up the umbrella left by Wen Shihao, held her belly with one hand, which was slightly bulging, and held the umbrella with the other hand, walking into the rain and fog, The back is thin and swaying slightly in the wind.

Mrs. Zhang stood at the door of the court, stunned.

On the opposite road, Wen Shihao got into a car.

Tang Jin, the driver's secretary, handed over a dry towel: "Mr. Wen."

She wiped the rain off her body and asked, "What did Lin Anzhi say?"

"Mr. Lin's secretary said that Mr. Lin is very busy and can't spare time."

She snorted coldly: "He is going to kick me out of the bank's board of directors completely."

"Then what do we do?"

"Check where Lin Anzhi is now."

Qin's Hotel.

Ding Chunlei took the tablet and followed Lin An to report on the upcoming agenda: "The overseas meeting is scheduled for twelve o'clock in the conference room on the top floor of Qin's Hotel. There is still one representative from the partner who has not arrived. My secretary has called and will be here in half an hour."

Lin Anzhi pinched the center of his eyebrows, looking tired.

Ding Chunlei answered the phone and spoke for only ten seconds. After hanging up, he said, "Mr. Lin."

"What's up?"

"I just received news from the finance department that there is indeed something wrong with the source of the account you mentioned."

The floor of the hotel corridor was covered with a velvet carpet. There was no sound when stepping on it. Lin Anzhi slowed down slightly: "Have you found out the account to which the last deposit was made?"

Ding Chunlei paused and said, "It's the Xu family."

Lin Anzhi was surprised, thought for a moment, and then ordered: "Don't make any announcement first, and send me a secret copy of all the information."

"yes."

It was raining outside, the corridor was dark, and the light-controlled lights were on.

Around the corner, there were footsteps.

Lin Anzhi suddenly stopped.

Ding Chunlei raised his head, glanced at the opposite side, and said wisely: "Mr. Lin, I will go over to entertain the customers first." After the explanation, he rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and left first.

On the opposite corner is Mo Bing.

The two of them stood opposite each other. There was no one else in the long corridor, and it was extremely quiet. The light-controlled lights on the top fell directly on each other, illuminating both eyes.

Mo Bing spoke first: "Are you busy?"

Like old friends, greetings calmly.

Lin Anzhi's eyes were deep, and the light and shadow in his eyes were a little scorching. He nodded: "It's okay." After saying that, both of them were silent. After a moment, 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." She looked normal and asked casually, "Have you eaten?"

The tone was calm, neither happy nor angry, but the hand hanging by her side was quietly squeezed by her.

He said: "No." His eyes were always on hers and he never moved away for a moment.

It was Mo Bing who moved his eyes away first, lowered his eyelashes, remained silent for a moment, and said without looking at him, "You have a bad stomach, so it's better to eat on time."

He whispered: "Okay."

Mo Bing raised his head: "Then I'll leave first."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't say anything, and his eyes darkened little by little.

Mo Bing stepped forward and left.

Lin Anzhi turned around and said, "Mo Bing."

She paused and turned back: "Huh?"

"You know, right?"

"What?"

He looked into her eyes and said, "I've been waiting for you."

Mo Bing was silent for a moment, lowered his head, and his bangs hung down, covering his eyes and the emotions behind his eyes: "I have sand in my eyes, it will hurt for a long time."

Lin Anzhi raised his hand as if to touch her. It hung in the air for a long time, but then dropped it: "I know, the first summer vacation I went to your house, you took me to the beach, and there was sand in my eyes."

That summer, her eyes got infected and she didn't go out for the whole summer, and she didn't let him go out either.

She smiled and told him, Anzhi, no sand can get into my eyes.

Ding Chunlei waited in the conference room for twenty minutes and still didn't see Lin An coming up, so he went down to look for him and saw that he was still standing at the corner, leaning against the wall, with his head lowered and not knowing what he was thinking, with a lonely expression and gloomy eyes.

Hey, these two people.

Ding Chunlei walked over: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Wen is here."

Lin Anzhi calmed down and walked towards the elevator: "What is she doing here?"

"Said I had something to talk about."

"not see."

In the hotel lobby, Jiang Jiusheng didn't see Mo Bing coming down for a long time, so she went to look for her and happened to bump into her at the stairs. She was lost in thought and not looking at the road.

Jiang Jiusheng walked over: "Why did it take so long?"

"Meet Lin Anzhi."

No wonder.

The two were walking in tandem, Mo Bing was absent-minded, and Jiang Jiusheng asked: "Mo Bing, will you get back together?"

She was silent for a while before replying: "I still have knots in my heart, just let it be."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't mention it again. Emotional matters are like knowing whether a person drinks water or not. She couldn't get involved: "I forgot something. How is that Miss Han?"

Mo Bing came back to his senses: "Han Miao?"

"Um."

"Discharged." She said eloquently, "I heard that she signed with Qin's Entertainment, and she took the shot for you. Qin Xiaozhou promised to praise her, but I don't know how. How do you feel? If you are interested, you can ask your doctor, the Qin family is now under his control. If you don't want Han Miao to make his debut, just say a word."

Jiang Jiusheng's expression was indifferent: "Just asking. Whether she makes a debut or not has nothing to do with me." She has no grievances and will not go out of her way to make things difficult for others.

Mo Bing laughed and teased her: "Don't you mind? Her face is an imitation, it doesn't look like it was made."

Jiang Jiusheng corrected him seriously: "Shi Jin said it was done."

Mo Bing pretended to be surprised: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I want to ask which hospital did it." She was amused, "That little girl from Mingyao said she wanted to do a nose job."

I really want to beat him up, what is wrong with him, imitate other people’s plastic surgery.

The two of them were chatting away, and suddenly, there were rapid sounds: "Beep--Beep--Beep--"

Several times in a row, the entire hotel was in chaos.

Mo Bing paused: "What's going on?"

Jiang Jiusheng frowned: "It's the hotel alarm."

At this time, the lobby manager hurried over and said, "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 and asked: "Who is from Lin's Bank?"

"Their chairman, Lin Anzhi."