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Chapter 22 Being insulted

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    Shi Yimo did not expect that something would happen to Gao Weiling. When Luo Feng called, she immediately jumped up from the bed and woke up Jiang Fengmei beside her.

    She sat up and rubbed her sleepy eyes, "Yimo, what's wrong with you?"

    Shi Yimo's face turned pale, and he went to the closet to fumble for clothes with trembling hands. Jiang Fengmei's sleepiness was gone. When Shi Yimo's pupils couldn't help trembling, she had an ominous premonition in her heart.

    "Yimo?"

    Qin Shiya, who was in the other bed, was disturbed in her sleep. She turned her back and cursed vaguely, covering her head with the quilt.  Jiang Fengmei withdrew her gaze from Qin Shiya and lowered her voice this time.

    She brushed off the quilt, walked over and put her arm on Shi Yimo's shoulder, "What's wrong? Did something happen at home?"

    Only then did she have the courage to look back, her red lips pursed into a straight line, looking at Jiang Fengmei's worried face, her voice was stuck in her throat.

    "Meimei, Weiling had a car accident"

    They took a taxi all the way to the funeral home. When they got off the car, the sun was shining gracefully on their faces. Shi Yimo's eyes were dim and dull. Jiang Fengmei's eyes were swollen from crying. The sun looked so cold today, and the two of them  The hands holding each other are so cold.

    Luo Feng came over from afar, and his scarlet eyes hit Shi Yimo's face directly. His eyes were full of unfamiliarity and complexity. A sadness surged in her heart, but Jiang Fengmei ran forward excitedly, "Where is the senior?"  "

    Luo Feng's chin moved back. She couldn't wait to rush into one of the rooms. Although the morgue was far away, Shi Yimo still heard Jiang Fengmei's heartbreaking cry. At that time, the sun was blocked by a cloud.  , no more luster.

    Gao¡¯s mother leaned in Father Gao¡¯s arms and cried bitterly. If she hadn¡¯t been supported by Father Gao, she might have collapsed.

    "Weiling, don't leave mom alone. If you leave like this, how will your dad and I live in the future"

    Father Gao's eyes were red, and his tears were not allowed to flow down. People who have not experienced the pain of losing a son will not understand. They often see news on TV about families who have lost their only child. They never expected that one day,  That would be a reflection of their lives.

    Shi Yimo and Luo Feng looked at each other. She climbed up the steps and her feet seemed to have roots. She staggered with every step. Her thin back caught Luo Feng's eyes, but she saw his eyes narrowed.

    The black and white photo in the middle of the hall, Gao Weiling's familiar tenderness, his smile was always contagious. Every time he wrapped her around, she felt warm all over, but this time the smile was getting farther and farther away from her, getting colder and colder.  .

    Jiang Fengmei lost control and lay on the ice coffin. Gao Weiling was made handsome by the beautician, as peaceful as sleeping, but her heart was completely hollowed out, and the long-distance love for many years did not bear fruit.  Losing is a soul-draining pain for her!

    Shi Yimo could almost hear her cold breathing clearly, and every time it touched her life, her father and mother's eyes moved towards her face. The corners of Shi Yimo's eyes were dark, her face was as white as snow, and her interlocked knuckles were all wet.  white.

    And that woman, even if she turns into gray, Gao Mu will recognize her. Every time she talks to her son on the phone, Shi Yimo is the inseparable topic. She has also seen her photos.  It's just that Gao Mu never expected that the future daughter-in-law she wanted to meet would eventually become the murderer of her son!

    She stepped over, put her palm on Shi Yimo's cheek, and cursed her throat.

    "You murderer, you deceived my son's feelings, you will not die well, you will be morally condemned, you give my son his life, you give me Wei Ling"

    Her voice suddenly became hoarse and she burst into tears. Shi Yi froze on the spot silently and let the out-of-control Gao Mu beat her. Perhaps only in this way could she feel better.

    Gao¡¯s father didn¡¯t stop him. Luo Feng came in and hugged Gao¡¯s mother¡¯s excited body, ¡°Auntie, please calm down.¡±

    "You shameless woman, why did you drag my son into trouble? A dirty woman like you will harm others when you want to, why did you mess with my son? How can he not tolerate you? How can our Gao family not tolerate you?  ? What qualifications do you, a prostitute, have to be worthy of love? How can a woman who sleeps in the arms of thousands of people and sleep in the beds of thousands of people have dignity? How can there be respect!"

    Sharp words kept pouring out of Gao Mu¡¯s lips.  She has long been accustomed to this kind of insult. From childhood to adulthood, countless people, with countless open lips, pierced her heart with those hurtful words, until one day, she had grown a hard shell and could not be beaten by wind and rain.

    Gao¡¯s mother pressed Gao Weiling¡¯s cell phone tightly, and the unsightly photos on it kept flashing.  Hatred, complaint, and pain coexisted in her eyes. It was not until Shi Yimo was slapped on the ground that the endless insults ended. Jiang Fengmei's focused gaze also caught her eyes. Shi Yimo could no longer remember what was inside.  What a luster.

      She walked out of the independent hall in a daze. The sky outside was very blue. Shi Yimo looked forward to it and smiled.

    Jiang Fengmei did not follow. From the moment they entered the door, they never exchanged a word.

    She walked down the steps in despair, each foot missing, her lips twitching deeply, and she was intoxicated. The taxi driver came to her, Shi Yimo sat in astride her, his voice was ethereal.

    "Tang's Building"

    The driver adjusted the rearview mirror, and a haggard face was reflected in it. She looked out the window, and the trees were retreating quickly. She opened her eyes wide to see the world clearly, but it became increasingly blurry.

    The remaining traces of Gao Mu made her cheeks hot. Shi Yimo lowered her eyes, and the color inside faded into a pale color.

    About twenty minutes later, the car was standing in a building with a height of more than 30 stories. Shi Yimo was not sure if Tang Chao was inside, but she could only find it here.

    After paying the fare, she opened the door and walked out, striding to the lobby with a stiff back.

    "Miss, please ask, Tang Dynasty, is Mr. Tang here?"

    The lady at the counter looked at her with a professional smile, "Mr. Tang is having a meeting in the conference room. Do you have an appointment?"

    Shi Yimo smiled back, "Mr. Tang asked me to come."

    The lady at the counter was stunned. She saw that the woman in front of her looked quite embarrassed, and her face was covered with many fingerprints. Fortunately, her expression was sincere, so she believed her.

    "Then you go to Mr. Tang's office and wait for him. Please follow me."

    "OK, thanks."

    The receptionist took her to a large office. The wool carpet was soft to the touch. There were several dancing orchids on the balcony, but she was not in the mood to appreciate them.

    "Mr. Tang's meeting will take about two hours to end, and he will come directly by then."

    "I understand, thank you."

    Watching the lady at the counter close the door, Shi Yimo lowered his eyes and sat on the soft leather sofa. The half-covered floor-to-ceiling windows let in the sunlight. She was still wearing the white dress Gao Weiling gave her, but it had just been stained.

    On a bright sunny day, her palms were unusually cold, and the cold wind that came from nowhere straightened her back. She even smelled the smell of paper money, was it Wei Ling?

    She took a deep breath and her throat became a little tight. It seemed that her own psychology was at work.

    About two hours later, the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor came from the corridor. She shook off the sleepiness in her eyes. When the door was opened, a pair of polished leather shoes flashed in first, glowing dazzlingly in the sun.

    Shi Yimo leaned forward from the sofa and stood up, suddenly falling into a pair of dark and deep eyes.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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