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Chapter 9 She is not a generous person

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    Shi Yimo took two days off for Jiang Fengmei. Looking at the sleeping woman on the bed, she smoothed down the quilts around her.

    ??????? Destiny, can you still be in a rough spot?

    She smiled at the corner of her mouth, but she straightened her back, her phoenix eyes looked determined, and she shouldered the mountain on her shoulders.

    She went to the bank and took out the 80,000 yuan she had finally saved. She tightened her brown shoulder bag with her delicate hands and pressed the bag deeply into her arms.  His feet seemed to be tied with boulders, stepping on his heart with every step.

    Being careful along the way, she still took the train to the countryside where Jiang Fengmei was.

    She did not go directly to Jiang Fengmei¡¯s home, but went to the village cadre. She said she wanted to donate money to Jiang Fengmei¡¯s father.  When she said this, Shi Yimo's throat trembled. She originally planned to go back to see her sister this Friday.

    The village chief brought a chair for her to sit on. He originally planned to ask Jiang's father to come by himself, but Shi Yimo refused.  She had accompanied Jiang Fengmei here before, and Father Jiang recognized her.

    "I sent this money for someone else. She doesn't want to come forward, so I'm sorry to bother you."

    She slowly handed the bag over, and the 80,000 yuan was getting farther and farther away from her. Her eyes kept flickering until the village chief caught the bag. Shi Yimo's fingertips turned white, but he lowered his head and refused to let go for a long time.  .

    The imperial court is not a place for people to stay. This money is really hard-earned.

    The bangs that fell down covered her face, and the shadow fell down, and her thin body was trembling in the cold wind.  The village chief and his wife looked at each other and were in a dilemma holding the bag because Shi Yimo held it too tightly.

    "Little sister." The village chief called her dully, and then Shi Yimo let go.

    She raised her head and faced the honest face of the village chief. With a hint of bitterness on her lips, she bent down and said, "Trouble!"

    "It's us who should thank you."

    The village chief and his wife hurriedly supported her, with gratitude on their faces. Jiang Fengmei¡¯s family was indeed poor, and the government had also given her a lot of aid.

    Shi Yimo stopped talking, turned around and ran away. The blue sky was above her head, but she forgot what she felt in her heart. She just gritted her teeth tightly and laughed out loud.

    On the way back and forth, she sat on the train, looking at the receding scenery outside the window and kept silent. There was no smile in her eyes, let alone tears, but a heart that resisted setbacks and hardships.  Jiang Fengmei is right, they live more seriously than anyone else!

    The little hands are clenching quietly, and the small universe in her body can resist all disasters, just like a lever can tilt the earth.

    "It is not a kind person to act silently, nor is she generous. She thinks today's behavior is the most unexpected thing she has ever done in her life.

    When he returned, Jiang Fengmei was sitting on the bedside eating instant noodles. When he saw her, his pale face smiled, "Where have you been?"

    "Date." She threw the key on the table.

    The aroma of instant noodles filled the room, Shi Yimo frowned, and his whole face looked tired.  Jiang Fengmei held the bowl and drank the soup inside, threw the box into the trash can, and sat up cross-legged.

    "Yimo, my dad called me."

    "Well, what did you say?"

    She began to sort out the two neatly stacked clothes in the wardrobe, folding them over and over again, but never looking at Jiang Fengmei, as if this was the only way she would not feel empty.

    "He said that a kind person donated 80,000 yuan to our family. He hoped that I would not be too tired from work, and he would spend the money sparingly."

    Shi Yimo laughed and said, "That's good. You don't have to worry about money for the time being. It seems there are still many good people."

    Jiang Fengmei nodded, glanced sideways at Shi Yimo's thin body, and smiled lightly.

    ¡°No matter what happens, I will be strong and be a father to those kind-hearted people who pay attention to us!¡±

    Only then did she stop what she was doing and turned her face to look at her carefully. "You can be so open-minded and it's not in vain for the donor. Life will give us many tests. Treat yourself as a soldier. If you can  We can all carry it.¡±

    Jiang Fengmei found that Shi Yimo's eyes were very bright. She was always like a hard rock, withstanding the wind and rain. In fact, Jiang Fengmei knew that her psychological pressure was no less than her own, but she never said a word of fear.

    "Now I finally know why the senior chose you." instead of other women.

    Shi Yimo closed the wardrobe and leaned against it, his sharp eyes confirming, "I am excellent."

    "Yes, you are excellent, and so am I."

    ??The laughter of two women came from the bedroom, clear and sweet, echoing the chirping of birds on the branches, and together they painted a landscape in the sky.

    Hua Jifang, who was standing outside the door, steadied her feet, raised her hand to slam the door in the air, and gradually came down later.The sky enveloped her whole body tightly, her phoenix eyes flashed with complexity, but she still spoke cruelly.

    "Yimo, Mr. Tang is here"

    The room was quiet for a moment, and the laughter disappeared. Jiang Feng's beautiful eyes widened, and her pretty face suddenly changed color. In comparison, Shi Yi was much quieter.

    "knew."

    "Yimo, are you going?"

    Shi Yimo smiled bitterly and took out his work clothes from the closet, "Do you think I have a choice?"

    The biggest advantage of Shi Yimo is that she is self-aware. If she was stupid enough, she would immediately find a way to ask Tang Chao about what happened to Jiang Fengmei last night, but she didn't, because the little white rabbit will never be qualified to compete with the big bad wolf.  Reasonable.

    Tonight, she still had no makeup on, and her black overalls were still so short that her underwear would be exposed if she was not careful.  Pushing open the top VIP private room and bypassing the marble screen, she saw Tang Dynasty on the leather sofa.

    Faye Wong and Eason Chan's "Because of Love" was played on the big screen, and he was the only one in the huge room.

    He sat lazily in the center, his legs elegantly crossed, and even his smoking movements conveyed an indescribable temperament.  Shi Yimo couldn't deny that in many cases, he did have many qualities, and that kind of unique nobility was something Shangguan Ye didn't have.

    She didn¡¯t know what a strong background he had. Shi Yimo only knew that the Tang Dynasty was a beast, a beast wearing a gentle mask!

    "Why did you come just now?"

    His back sank into the sofa and he sat back, his eyes gleaming with a sinister look that turned evil in her indifferent eyes.

    She rolled her eyes and said, "I took a shower."

    He waved to her, and when Shi Yimo sat over, Tang Chao could indeed smell the fragrance of soap from her neck, and the one she used was not a high-end shower gel.

    He put his arm around her shoulders unceremoniously, but she cleverly avoided it.

    "Mr. Tang, what song do you like to sing?"

    She walked to the karaoke table with a smile. Tang Chao's eyes followed her walking figure. He raised his left lip, and there was light in the depths of his black pupils. He put the cigarette holder into his thin lips. He took a long puff and spit out his red lips.  The smoke directly obscured his handsome face, and also preserved the sharpness in his phoenix eyes.

    "I'm not interested in singing."

    He put out the cigarette in his hand, and Shi Yimo turned his face, just in time to meet the fine ripples in the depths of his black eyes, and the thin color wiped away her last trace of tenderness.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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