Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 315 Make yourself like this, you really impress me When Duan Zijin came in, except for Mu Nianci, everyone's eyes became shocked, and even Fu Yan, who hadn't changed his expression for thousands of years, couldn't help frowning.

She just met the scrutiny of everyone in front of her indifferently, her brown eyes swept across their faces one by one, and finally landed on the wounds all over Yu Song's body, the corners of her mouth curled down, half a smile, "Did he move his hand?"

Yu Song didn't dare to look her in the eyes, as if she had found out that she had done something wrong, or as if some great secret had been exposed.

He lowered his head and stared at the floor, "Miss Duan..."

Shang Boyang couldn't stand it at first, walked up to Duan Zijin in a few steps, and stared at her fiercely, "What are you doing here?"

Duan Zijin also looked back at him, raised his hand and calmly pointed in Mu Nianci's direction, "Doctor Mu said it was a matter of life and death, so he insisted on bringing me here. I also want to ask..." The woman paused, Smiling ironically, "I'm not an ambulance, nor a surgeon. What's the use of looking for me if someone dies?"

Shang Boyang saw her delicate and bright face, even the temperature was bitingly cold, and his heart was even more agitated, "Then why did you come back? Since you dared to lie to the world two years ago, let the whole world think you If you're dead, what are you doing back here!"

Duan Zijin remained expressionless, "Is it related to you?"

Shang Boyang was very angry when he heard the words, and suddenly raised his hand. Shao Yucheng stared round and watched them talking. Suddenly seeing this scene, he hurried forward to stop him, "Boyang, if you do anything to her today, Big Brother won’t let you go when he wakes up.”

Duan Zijin glanced at Shao Yucheng again, two years later, he was more mature than he remembered.

"Brother will protect her until death." Shang Boyang shook off his hand, his voice was icy cold, "Look at her attitude again! Leave as soon as you say, come back as soon as you want, she is a big brother What? If you want to leave, never come back! In the past two years, my eldest brother has been tortured from a normal person to depression, and his condition has finally improved. What does it mean for her to come back now?"

Yiqing listened to their conversation, and kept looking at the woman in evening dress.

I don't know if it was her delusion, but when Mr. Shang said the word "depression", she seemed to see the woman's fingers curl up imperceptibly.

Fu Yan came forward with a gloomy and handsome face, "Okay, she is the ancestor. Big brother didn't say anything himself, what else can you do to her on other people's territory?"

Shang Boyang's fierce face of anger was spared no effort to press out from his ostentatious and stern lines, the woman squinted at his hand that was suspended in the air, and finally raised her eyebrows again, and said something tepidly : "Are you going to fight or not? If you don't fight, get out of the way. I want to go up."

Fu Yan's sentence "she is the ancestor" made Shang Boyang nowhere to vent his anger no matter how much he had.

Yes, she is the ancestor.

When he first heard the news of her death, Shang Boyang blamed himself for a long time. Whenever he saw his elder brother's spirit breaking down day by day, he would always think of his conceited question when he forced Shao Yucheng to hand over the divorce agreement. , can she escape to another world? ——The unintentional words turned out to be a prophecy. She had indeed gone to "another world".

After learning that she was still alive and returned to Yucheng, Shang Boyang arranged for people to go to her house to tie her up almost immediately, but Fu Yan threw them back one by one before they left the house.

The woman surnamed Mi stood aside and watched nonchalantly, and then said mockingly: "Shang Boyang, I advise you not to attack Zijin. If it backfires, it will harm Jiang Lin."

Shang Boyang still felt irritable in his heart, so he sent another group of people to keep an eye on the Duan family. The next day, those people seemed to disappear for no reason, and he was called into the office by his elder brother to scold him severely.

If Jiang Lin wanted to keep her, there were ways.

But he just couldn't bear to use force on her anymore.

It's not just Shang Boyang who wants to help him tie the joke back, but which one doesn't want Fu Yan or Shao Yucheng?

But they all understand better than Shang Boyang that people's hearts cannot be tied back.Bo Yang's love is too smooth, he and Qiqi are in the same family, and they are in love with each other. There are many things missing in his understanding of love.

Those things are destined to be understood only after experiencing it once, so Fu Yan understood it from Mi Lan, and Shao Yucheng understood it from Gu Qianqiu.

They understand that harm is a process from quantitative change to qualitative change.At the beginning, you can tolerate unconditionally in the name of love, and gradually accumulate more, and there will always be a sudden moment when it becomes irreversible.

Growing up is a process of constantly learning lessons. When the cup is hot enough, it is natural to let go.

The matter of the divorce agreement back then can almost be said to be the fuse that caused Duan You to be emotionally stimulated.Afterwards, the eldest brother knew the ins and outs, and beat the three of them until their bones were broken, but he only said one sentence: If any of you stood in my situation at that time, as a brother, I would make the same choice , so I can't blame you...but tell me, how the hell am I going to forgive?Why do I live like a dog in front of your face and my own face every day!

His depression is not only because of Duan You's death, but also because of this contradiction to the idea of ​​self-split.

If you want to blame, you can't blame; if you want to forgive, you can't forgive.

On one side are his dead wife and children, and on the other side are his siblings.

So he put all the pressure on himself.

At this point, who can save him?

Duan You?

Under everyone's gaze, Duan Zijin walked up the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor.

She really hasn't been here for a long time.

It's a dream every two years, everything clearly seems to have happened yesterday, but this bedroom is as strange as if she has never lived in it before.

Even though the decorations inside were the same as before she left.

The man was lying on the bed with injuries all over his body, his eyes were closed, and he was as quiet as dead.

Duan Zijin was stunned by that embarrassment for a few seconds before he could react. This was the man who had participated in a charity auction with her a few hours ago, spending a lot of money and overwhelming the audience.

On the bedside, two things were quietly placed under the lamp.

A stack of hand-copied Buddhist scriptures and a black velvet box.

Duan Zijin stepped on the fluffy carpet on the floor, it was soft, somehow he remembered that the man seemed to have said that he didn't like carpeting, but later she couldn't help her walking around barefoot, so she had to let people walk around in the place where she often came and went. The place was covered with her favorite blanket.

There was silence in the bedroom upstairs, as in the living room downstairs.

After a while, everyone saw the woman retreating from the bedroom, glanced at the rotten wooden door, and asked the people downstairs: "When will he wake up?"

The assistant was stunned for a long time and did not respond. Mu Nianci pushed him, and then he remembered that the tranquilizer was given by him, "The tranquilizer is just to stabilize Mr. Jiang's mood. He is sleeping deeply now, probably because of the sleeping pills he took earlier. The effect of the medicine took effect..."

Rao could see the woman frowning even from a long distance away, "Sleeping pills?"

Duan Zijin looked back at the man in the bedroom, and thought of all the news she had read about taking sleeping pills and killing herself since she was a child.

So he turned his head, "Why didn't you take him for gastric lavage after taking sleeping pills? Are you going to let him fend for himself?"

assistant,"……"

Gastric lavage, is anyone going to commit suicide?

The woman's complexion is really not good-looking. Although the usually fair and clean face looks charming and moving, when she really looks down, there is a trace of coldness in the corners of the eyes and brows, and the brown pupils are even more condensed. The arrogance that is not angry and arrogant makes people dare not look at her at all.

The assistant shuddered in his heart, licked his lips and said, "Although Mr. Jiang took a higher dose than usual, it is still within the normal range. The doctor has already checked and said there is nothing serious. At most, he will be mentally ill the next day. Maybe it's not good... gastric lavage, it shouldn't be necessary..."

Only then did Duan Zijin loosen his tightly clenched fingers, belatedly feeling a little pain in his palm.

That's right, for a person like Jiang Lin, no matter how fragile his spirit was, no matter how hard he was hit, he would not be able to commit suicide.

She turned around for the second time, and instead of entering the bedroom that smelled of blood and iodine, she leaned against the railing of the corridor, and as far as she could see, she could only see his legs.

His trousers were already torn from his violent movements.

She looked away, and it took a long while before she felt that her brain, which had been blank all night, was gradually being filled.

Is his spirit really that strong?Was it true that he would not be shaken by anything, would not be struck by anything, would not be struck down to the point of suicide?

This is just because he always presents others with an indifferent, forceful, strategizing appearance, which makes others feel that this man seems to be in control of the overall situation, and can support the sky without changing his face when the sky falls.

Just like she always thought he was a calm and rational person before, didn't she still do this kind of thing like taking sleeping pills and fluoxetine to restrain her emotions?

Duan Zijin stood up straight and walked into the bedroom again.

The undisguised frowning of the man in his sleep, together with the thick dilapidated and dejected atmosphere in the air, impacted her senses.

There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he opened his mouth in a low voice, and he didn't know who he was talking to: "Jiang Lin, make yourself like this, you really impress me."