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Tang Chao came back from the hospital at 11 o'clock in the night. Tang He had already woken up and was out of danger. He seemed to have not recovered from the shock. After waking up, he didn't say a word, leaving Chen Guiyun and Tang Meng crying in the ward.
Tang Hong's attitude changed quickly. Although he had a straight face, he never scolded Tang He. He just asked the rest of the Tang family not to interfere in the matter and let him handle it himself after he recovered.
The face that used to be unruly and rebellious is no longer cynical at all. As if overnight, Tang He has become much more restrained, and there is more of the Tang Dynasty in his brows. Perhaps some experiences have made him grow up.
Tang Chaojun¡¯s face was a little tired, he covered the bridge of his nose and turned on the radio. Xin¡¯s tall figure was about to enter the bathroom.
"Someone once said to me that a cat can never defeat a tiger"
Shi Yimo's voice came from the radio. He stood at the door of the bathroom, his back a little stiff. After a while, his feet turned back to the wool carpet, and his sharp phoenix eyes squinted at the radio.
"But I want to tell that tiger that a cat can climb a hundred-meter tree, but a tiger cannot; a cat can jump from a high altitude, but a tiger cannot; a cat can get close to it at will, but a tiger cannot. A cat is docile, but it does not mean that it is submissive; a cat is tender. , does not mean that it is cowardly, it just does not have the cold-bloodedness of a tiger, it just works harder than a tiger in life, and even lives a flattering life!"
It¡¯s hard to imagine what was hidden in Tang Chao¡¯s eyes to make those black eyes so fierce and unpredictable.
The light above his head cast a shadow on him. He was about 1.8 meters tall and lazily leaning against the wall. His lips were raised in a smile that was not a smile, and his eyes were looking cold but not cold, all indicating that he was becoming more and more passionate about her. More and more interest.
"Shi Yimo, I think my interest in you has far exceeded the initial stage."
He hooked his left lip sideways and blew a sexy kiss to the radio. Then he strode into the bathroom, leaving her beautiful and clean voice outside the door. Warm water poured down from the shower head, and the mist in the bathroom made him evil. His handsome face filled the air.
The summoning of the devil begins from here
Outside the glass window of the broadcast studio, there is no longer that gentle figure accompanying her. Shi Yimo is still smiling, the firmness in her eyelids cannot be shaken, no matter what she endures, she will not collapse.
¡°Perhaps she is a person who is good at disguising. Her sadness and sadness all turn into that smile, making people mistakenly think that she is a cold-blooded animal?
Maybe, she is really a cold-blooded animal!
After finishing the show, she went to the boss's office and handed in her resignation.
The boss was stunned, but her face was calm, and the light shone down, stretching her thin back.
"Shi Yimo, you have to know how high the listening rate of this night talk show is. You are the anchor now. Are you sure you want to resign?"
She remained calm and proud, "I deserve to sit in this position because I firmly believe that I have the strength, so I don't need to rely on anyone. I have to climb up to this position myself and rely on myself!"
The boss raised eyebrows, "This society doesn't need backbone. Since someone is willing to help you, just accept it and save yourself a few years of hard work. Why do you have to be so hard on yourself?"
She let out a touch of ridicule. In the eyes of everyone, her choice was foolish, but she did not need any charity. She had dignity and ideas, and she would live with a clear conscience.
She bowed to the boss and said, "I will still come to intern every weekend. Anchor, please find someone else."
When she finished speaking, she ignored her boss¡¯s shouts and straightened her back. Looking from a distance, she looked so stubborn and unyielding.
But she didn¡¯t expect that Luo Feng would stop her at the gate of the radio station.
His face was grave, and his phoenix eyes looking at her were filled with anger, but Shi Yimo remained unfazed.
"I didn't expect you to be so capable. Just after Wei Ling passed away, you relied on that man to climb to the anchor position. Shi Yimo, I really underestimated you."
The mocking and sarcastic tone aroused contempt, she just smiled slightly and said in a cold voice, "Please get out of the way!"
Luo Feng frowned and stretched out his arms to block her path.
"Don't you feel ashamed? Is it your greed and vanity that killed Gao Weiling, hooking up with men, and relying on relationships to achieve your goals by any means, so you are so shameless?"
Shi Yi was as silent as Qingqiu, looking straight at him with a calm gaze.
"I think, I don't have any reason to explain anything to you, so why do you have to interfere in my world?"
She pushed him away and walked straight out. Luo Feng's curse was clearly in the back of her head. There were no stars tonight, even the moon was hidden.
She hugged herself tightly, her dull figure elongated by the street lights. There was obviously no wind, but she?I was shivering all over from the cold. No one wants to look at her. She is as small as a grain of sand, and her eyes are thin and dim. In fact, she just wants a ray of sunshine.
is it hard? It¡¯s difficult!
She walked for a long time, and with every step she took, a dark shadow was cast on the ground. The past 22 years flashed through her mind, and she couldn't remember what her parents looked like or her real name.
Even the three words "Shi Yimo" were given to me by myself, which means "Shi Yimo" and "Shi Yimo".
I remember that the biggest wish when she was a child was to eat a full meal. She kept adapting to new parents, pleasing and catering. She just hoped that she would not be sold anymore, and she would not be hungry. She was afraid of the kind of life.
How long will her darkness continue to run?
"Mom, I miss you, Mom"
She squatted in the corner, her teeth sunk deeply into the back of her hands, and tears were about to overflow from her eyes, but she forced them back. Her memory of her mother was blurry, and she only vaguely remembered that she loved herself very much. It was this vague warmth that allowed her to hold on until now, until she almost couldn't hold on anymore, and until her body rotted away!
Shi Yimo, you have to work hard, no matter how bumpy your fate is, you have to work hard!
When she went back to the dormitory, it was already close to two o'clock in the morning. Qin Shiya's bed was empty. Jiang Fengmei was sitting alone on the bedside. The desk lamp was shining dimly, making her face look gloomy.
Shi Yimo did not turn on the headlight, but moved closer to her using the light of the desk lamp. The trash can was filled with tissues. Jiang Fengmei had been crying until now, her eyes were red and bruised.
She walked over tiredly, held her shoulders steady with her delicate hands, and said in a low voice, "Meimei"
Jiang Fengmei kept sobbing, and there was a sense of death in the room. Shi Yimo had never been so helpless. Yan Xixi called again during the day, saying that if the medical expenses were not paid tomorrow, Yan Jiajia's chemotherapy the day after tomorrow would be stopped.
She was so tired and wanted to sleep peacefully without thinking about anything or worrying about anything.
"I didn't explain to Wei Ling that day, so today, I have to explain to you"
Jiang Fengmei shook her head lonely, "There's no need to say anything, Yimo, I understand your suffering."
"Beautiful"
She met Jiang Fengmei¡¯s twinkling black eyes, which were very bright and illuminated Shi Yimo¡¯s heart.
"We can't stop what Mr. Tang wants to do, just like Fu Wan at the beginning, and then the senior. Will it be me next?"
She laughed while crying, hugged herself tightly, and the coldness slid from her back to her tailbone. They were all people influenced by fate.
Shi Yimo hugged her over and found that Jiang Fengmei's body was very cold, even colder than the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter.
"I'm so scared, Yimo, nothing can happen to me. My senior once loved radio so much, but now he can't do anything. I need a protective umbrella. I'm not as strong as you, so I don't dare to resist anymore."
"Meimei, please calm down, maybe things are not as bad as we think!"
Shi Yimo tried his best to control her excited emotions. Jiang Fengmei lay trembling in her arms, her red lips turning black and blue.
She said she understood her suffering, but where did her understanding lie? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com