The president has nothing left for me

Chapter 625

In another dusty box, Jiang Xin found Huo Yuan's childhood certificates and grade notices.

On it, she saw her father's signature - Jiang Sui.

On the other hand, Mu Zhen has also been discharged from the hospital.

The money Gu Ruo gave her was not enough to support her to stay in the hospital. After she left the hospital, she found a house by herself.

A very small and run down single room.

In less than half a month, she was haggard and aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. She was so skinny that she had grown several times in her previous clothes.

At this time, Mu Zhen was more haggard than people in her 40s.

The landlord looked disgusted when he saw her, but Mu Zhen didn't care, she always felt that she still had a chance to stand up.

When she turns over, she must teach these people who look down on people with a dog's eyes.

She pushed open the door and walked into a room full of damp and musty smell, with peeling paint furniture, rusty windows, and dusty gauze, which almost blocked all the sunlight outside.

Mu Zhen never thought that one day she would end up living in such a place.

Covering her mouth, she coughed and looked around the room.

Mu Zhen came to the bathroom, walked to the mirror, she looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly froze.

In her heart, she has always been the woman who is as beautiful as a flower, with every frown and smile, but at this moment, the woman in the mirror has messy and dry hair, sunken eye sockets, protruding eyes, thin cheeks, high and protruding. The raised cheekbones made her feel horrible even looking at her.

She backed away in panic, bumped into the narrow wall, and suddenly covered her head and screamed, she grabbed the dirty glass in a panic, and slammed it hard at the mirror.

With a sound of "snap", the mirror shattered into pieces and fell into the sink in countless pieces. The surviving lenses around the frame cracked into countless pieces, reflecting countless copies of her ghostly and terrifying face, snarling at her. she growled.

"No, no it's not me!"

Mu Zhen grabbed her dry hair, her pale lips trembled, she cried and laughed, the laugh made people frightened, and the cry made people bitter.

This old house is not well soundproofed, and the neighbors next door heard the eerie sound and thought it was haunted.

Later they found out that a crazy woman had moved into the house.

Mu Zhen squatted on the ground with her head in her arms, and the scattered lenses on the ground reflected her face inexorably.

The withered and aging face and the few lives left bit by bit eat away at Mu Zhen's last hope. At this moment, death suddenly became less scary to Mu Zhen.

She picked up the lens by accident, and the mirror reflected her red and ugly eyes. In a trance, she thought of her daughter.

Mu Zhen picked up the phone and called Aunt Wang.

The phone was connected, and Aunt Wang's voice came from the other end, "Hello Ma'am? Everything is fine, Miss. Don't worry."

The official answer as always, Mu Zhen's tears fell down, she spoke slowly, the rough and hoarse voice made her feel extremely unpleasant.

"Okay, let her answer the phone?"