Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

A week after being released from prison, Qian Ping asked Zhou Leng out for dinner.

Zhou Leng thought it was just an ordinary thank-you dinner, but when she saw the gaudy red roses and the delicate and delicious but weirdly shaped little cake, she curled her lips in disgust.

Qian Ping was dressed very decently today. He was very gentlemanly and wanted to pull out a chair for Zhou Leng, but she pushed it away. Qian Ping smiled dotingly and returned to his seat.

Zhou Leng shook his shoulders in disgust again.

The waiter served the dishes, all of which were the big meats that Zhou Leng loved to eat. After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Qian Ping began to confess his feelings:

"Xiao Leng, I like you. Can we be together? Don't worry, I will be sensible and obedient. If you tell me to go east, I won't go west. If you tell me to beat a dog, I won't chase a chicken."

Zhou Leng rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, we are really not suitable for each other. I don't believe in marriage. Okay, I've finished eating today. I have received your kindness. After you get over this stress and trauma, let's get in touch again. Bye."

He stood up and left without a trace of hesitation. Only Qian Ping smiled helplessly, paid the bill and chased after him.

Qian Ping was one of Mu Zhou Leng's countless suitors. He took the shortest time and had the least patience. He was also the only one who became friends after stopping pursuing him, because Zhou Leng knew that the other party did not love him, but loved the sense of security he could bring him. It was a special feeling he had for the person who saved him after a disaster.

Mu Zhouleng was the only person in the Mu family who did not believe in marriage. She showed filial piety to her father whom she had never met. She sent the old couple off and went to visit her original mother's parents and two brothers from afar. They lived a very ordinary life and seemed to have completely forgotten that they once had a daughter and a sister.

After the old couple of the Mu family left, she bought a house near the police station to make it more convenient for her work.

Uncle Mu Zilei gave her the shares that her original father should have had, so Zhou Leng, as a small wealthy woman, said that she had money, a job and her dreams, so what else did she need a man for.

Life passes by in a hurry.

Zhou Leng knew that Zheng Jianfei and Li Xiuli had divorced long ago and both of them had remarried.

Zhou Lengwu is now 47 years old. She is already the director of a branch. She rarely has a rest, but she suddenly asked for leave, which surprised everyone in the bureau.

In a private hospital in Sulan City, Zheng Jianfei was lying on a narrow bed, with no children to take care of him and no lover to accompany him.

This private hospital is not one of those hospitals that offer perfect services and charge high fees. Instead, it is one of those hospitals that do not want their elderly to die at home and spend twenty yuan a day to buy a bed for them to wait to die.

Zhou Leng walked into the ward carrying some fruit.

There were five beds in this small room, and Zheng Jianfei was lying on the innermost one. There was not even a place for people to sit in the room, which showed that no one came to visit him normally.

Zheng Jianfei opened his eyes and tried to look at the person who came. He didn't recognize him when he was conscious before, but now he was confused and spoke with difficulty:

"Zheng Zhao, you're here? I've been waiting for you."

Zhou Leng said calmly:

"Yes, I heard that you were dying, so I came to see you on behalf of Zheng Zhao. It was also a way of showing filial piety on her behalf. She said that after all, you took good care of her for four years, and now she is living a good life. She doesn't hate you anymore."

Zheng Jianfei opened and closed his mouth as he said, "You are such a ruthless person, bah, if you have the guts, kill me right now, cough cough cough..."

Zhou Leng still said calmly: "Zheng Zhao, as a victim, has let it go, but you, the perpetrator, actually have the nerve to hold a grudge. It turns out that some people are just like this by nature. They deserve to be miserable."

After saying that, Zhou Leng turned and left.

When Li Xiuli passed away, Zhou Leng did not go. She worked on the front line for the rest of her life, clearing up many people's grievances and leaving many people with a memory.

After Zhou Leng retired, she moved into a cadre apartment, and the organization assigned someone special to take care of her life.

In the second year of her retirement, on an autumn day, witnessed by falling leaves, Zhou Leng left the plane. All her property was handed over to the state for public welfare.

At Mu Zhouleng's farewell party, countless people came because of her fame, and all the students she had sponsored over the years came, and those who could not come sent flowers. Her life was spotless. She was Mu Zhouleng and also Zheng Zhao, a good person who came from the cold but brought warmth to the world.

The person who cried the most at the farewell party was Qian Ping, whose hair had turned white. His wife and daughter were by his side. Although it looked sad, he would eventually heal his pain with the company of his family.

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Zhou Leng returned to her workshop. She clicked to complete the task, and Zheng Zhao was projected into the void.

The little girl's soul was pure white. She rushed over to hug Zhou Leng and said sincerely, "Thank you, sister. I am very happy. It turns out that people can live such a wonderful life. Thank you."

Zhou Leng reached out and touched her head, and said with a rare regret: "You agreed to this deal when you were ignorant, do you regret it now?"

Zheng Zhao said complicatedly:

"I do have some regrets, but I've also witnessed Mu Zhou Leng's life. If you gain something, you lose something. At that time, I was too unwilling to die. I just wanted to live well. I wanted to know why my parents abandoned me, why I was the only one who had such a hard life, and what I did wrong. Now I think it was just a momentary obsession, but I also lived a wonderful life with my sister, didn't I? I really envy you for being able to live such a life."

Zhou Leng touched her head and said, "Life is endless, you only see this life, but you don't know that all living things suffer, no one is immune."

Zheng Zhao replied: "Sister, I am leaving now, but I still want to say thank you again."

Suddenly, Zhou Leng's workroom flickered non-stop, forcing Zhou Leng, who was in a spirit state, to close his senses. After a moment, everything returned to normal.

The sleeping Xiao Ding was awakened. He jumped up from the bed excitedly and said, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Zhou Leng did not answer, but looked at the empty workroom. Zheng Zhao was no longer there. She walked to the screen and checked it. There was nothing unusual. The points for the task were still there. It seemed that Zheng Zhao had been taken away. Maybe the Security Bureau didn't know what happened.

Xiao Ding floated over and said, "Hey, you're back from your mission. Oops, I forgot to grab the mission for you."

Zhou Leng couldn't help but slap Xiao Ding away. She roared, "I have already completed two tasks. You don't need to eat or poop every day. You just sleep all the time. What use do I have for you?"

Xiao Ding got up aggrievedly and then lay down on the bed again and said, "What you said makes sense. Okay, I'll continue to sleep."

Zhou Leng suppressed her anger and went to look at her next mission. The communicator made a pleasant sound. She clicked on it and saw that it was a message from Mo Lin:

"Xiao Leng, I accidentally paid attention to your latest mission. The little girl is too pitiful, and the bureau doesn't need such a poor soul. An Ye and I teamed up to use a little trick, and she went to reincarnate. You should complete the mission well, come on."

Zhou Leng stroked the communicator and laughed. This was the difference between herself and Momo. She replied, "I'll do my best." Then she smiled again when she saw the other party's smiling face.

There are people in this world like Morin, who are tough on the outside but soft on the inside, not saintly but very kind, sympathetic to the weak, helping the poor and the needy. There are also people like Zhou Leng, who only focus on themselves and the people they care about, and firmly believe that everyone has to pay for their own choices, sympathetic but not interfering.

If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world.