The Zhao family despised her for not being able to appear on the stage, and they all treated her like a servant.
Zhao Jingyao even looked down on such a submissive girl. In his heart, probably only his own sister, Zhao Yusi, was worthy of all his love.
So no matter what Zhao Yusi needs, Zhao Jingyao will give it to her.
When Zhao Yusi bullied her, Zhao Jingyao acted as if Zhao Yusi had slapped himself.
He will always care about his own sister, "Yusi, don't your hands hurt? Just ask a servant to do this kind of thing."
Auntie had always had that thorn in her heart, Zhao Yusi saw it, and wanted to drive Zhao Miaomiao out.
So when I knew that Zhao Miaomiao was in a bad mood, I immediately called a doctor to check her up.
Finally, it was determined that she had suffered from depression.
The Zhao family said that they sent her to a psychiatric hospital to let her be cured as soon as possible, but in fact they just thought she was an eyesore and didn't want to see her.
After seeing her off, the Zhao family was happy.
They lived happily and happily, completely forgetting that there was a person named Zhao Miaomiao.
She was forgotten like this, and the people in the psychiatric hospital charged her money not to let her out of the hospital.
So she stayed there for ten years until she died.
Lin Lin, who had slept in the back seat, suddenly heard a loud snoring, pulling Zhao Miaomiao back from her sluggishness.
"This pig." Zhao Miaomiao gave Lin Lin a blank look from the rearview mirror, started the car and went to Lin Lin's apartment.
Arriving at Lin Lin's residence, she helped the drunk out of the elevator when she saw a curly-haired girl in a striped navy skirt standing at the door.
When the girl heard the movement, she turned her head and looked over anxiously with big watery eyes and slightly pouty red lips on her chubby face.
"Lin Lin!" The girl walked over quickly, as if she wanted to reach out to help her.
But when she saw Zhao Miaomiao's hand holding Lin Lin's arm, her eyes darkened and she put her hand down again.
"What's wrong with him?" Meng Yao bit her lower lip and asked in a low voice.
"I drank too much, you can support me." Zhao Miaomiao said softly, and put the person on Meng Yao's body.
The dead Lin Lin nearly crushed the weak Meng Yao. Meng Yao tried her best to support her, her fingers turned hard, and her knuckles turned white, "Sister Miaomiaohelp me."
"Oh, stop being jealous?" Zhao Miaomiao looked at her blushing little face with a teasing smile.
Hearing what she said, Meng Yao's face turned even redder, and he faltered, "II don't have one."
"Well, little girl." Zhao Miaomiao slightly bent her index finger, gave her a shudder, and then reached out to wrap her arms around Lin Lin's body.
Meng Yao felt the strength in her body lighten, let out a sigh of relief, and helped Zhao Miaomiao to help Lin Lin over.
"Open the door." Zhao Miaomiao gestured with her chin.
"Oh oh oh." Meng Yao put her finger on the door lock, and the door jingled.
The two of them worked together to help Lin Lin in and threw him on the bed.
Zhao Miaomiao watched Meng Yao take care of Lin Lin, took a water glass to the water dispenser, and drank a few sips.
She squeezed her shoulder.
Meng Yao came out of the room slowly, looked at Zhao Miaomiao with some embarrassment, "Thank you, sister Miaomiao."
"It's okay, I'm going back now, you can take care of him." Zhao Miaomiao flushed the cup under the faucet and put it upside down on the desk.
"Waitwait a minute," Meng Yao stopped her, "I want to ask something."
Zhao Miaomiao looked at her for a while with deep eyes, then smiled suddenly, walked to the sofa and sat down, "Sit down and ask." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com