Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

back to school.

Lin Zhiyi pushed open the dormitory door, and her roommates were still not there. It seemed that they had said in the group that they were going for an interview.

She opened her locker and looked at the things inside, her eyes narrowed.

Just as she was about to reach out to grab something, a voice sounded behind her.

"Knowledge."

Lin Zhiyi put down her hands and turned around, and Shen Yan rushed to her and slapped herself wildly.

"Zhiyi, I'm sorry!"

"It's all my fault for being poor. Reporter Chen said he just used your account to say a few words, so I believed him."

"You also know that my mother has always disliked me for wasting money on college, that's why I fell for it, please have some pity on me."

Shen Yan slapped herself while morally blackmailing Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi ignored her and pretended to be stunned, watching Shen Yan slap herself several times.

Shen Yan dared to be angry but did not dare to stop.

Lin Zhiyi didn't stop until her face was slapped red.

"Stop fighting, it's too late to say anything now."

She lowered her eyes and touched her injured hand.

Shen Yan's eyes lit up: "Zhiyi, what's wrong with you? Is your hand injured and you can't compete?"

Lin Zhiyi glanced at her and sighed deliberately.

"The doctor said it would be difficult for my hand to regain its previous flexibility, and I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to participate in competitions."

As she spoke, she dropped her hands weakly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shen Yan's gloating snicker.

The next second, Shen Yan put on a concerned expression: "Zhiyi, don't think too much."

"Yeah." Lin Zhiyi smiled bitterly and said, "I'm a little tired. I'll take a rest first."

Shen Yan nodded and left.

Looking at her back, Lin Zhiyi leaned against the pillow and smiled.

Shen Yan will definitely go and inform Song Wanqiu.

This is exactly what she wants.

The competition was coming up and she didn't want to make any more mistakes.

Only by releasing the smoke bomb appropriately can Song Wanqiu be dealt the most fatal blow.

……

weekend.

Lin Zhiyi returned to the Gong family.

When entering the door, two figures got out of the car next to us.

The eldest wife of the Gong family, Chen Sulan.

The eldest grandson of the Gong family, Gong Yan.

Chen Sulan was dressed simply, cleanly and elegantly, with no other accessories except for the antique jade ring on her finger.

I heard that the ring was a token of love between her and the master of the Gong family, and she never took it off after putting it on.

It’s a pity that the person is gone.

Lin Zhiyi stepped forward: "Madam."

Chen Sulan smiled and nodded: "You are always so distant. It's like we are strangers."

"need."

After saying this, Gong Yan walked up to Lin Zhiyi.

"Zhiyi, is your hand feeling better?"

Lin Zhiyi raised her eyes, and Gong Yan's handsome and elegant face came into her sight.

He was wearing a light grey suit, which looked particularly neat.

He was one of the few people in the entire Gong family who was gentle to her.

In her previous life, Gong Yan asked her a question seriously.

"Zhiyi, will you come with me?"

Unfortunately, she was in trouble at that time and did not dare to implicate him.

Later, the mother and son suddenly disappeared, and Lin Zhiyi, who was trapped with Gong Chen, only heard some terrible rumors and then had no contact with them again.

Seeing this face again, Lin Zhiyi was filled with emotion, which finally turned into a deep smile.

"Brother. I'm fine."

Perhaps because he had accumulated too many emotions, this call of "big brother" seemed particularly affectionate.

Gong Yan smiled warmly: "I'm glad you're alright."

Lin Zhiyi felt a little embarrassed and drooped her eyelids.

The atmosphere turned stiff and cold in the next second, and Gong Yan and Chen Sulan's expressions became particularly solemn.

Chen Sulan nodded slightly: "Third brother."

Gong Yan said respectfully: "Uncle."

Only Lin Zhiyi stood still, until she saw a cold gaze on her back, and then she turned around reluctantly.

"Uncle."

Gong Chen didn't answer, but the people around him couldn't wait any longer.

Song Wanqiu proudly glanced at Lin Zhiyi's injured hand, and greeted Gong Chen intimately.

"Madam, Master."

The two nodded politely, not wanting to talk too much.

Gong Yan held Lin Zhiyi's hand and said, "Uncle, you go first."

Gong Chen glanced at their hands and walked in with an unclear expression.

After Song Wanqiu noticed his gaze, she deliberately said, "Zhiyi and the young master have a really good relationship."

Gong Chen glanced at her coldly and she immediately shut her mouth.

Go into the restaurant.

Liu He came up and exchanged a few words of greeting, then pulled Lin Zhiyi to the side.

"Do you know that Zhao Cheng has suffered retribution?"

"What retribution?"

"After he was released on bail, he found a woman and had sex with her all night. They even took photos of her. It turned out that the woman had AIDS, and Zhao Cheng had already missed the best time to take blocking drugs."

Lin Zhiyi was slightly stunned. It was truly retribution.

Seek pleasure from women and finally die on women.

This made him feel more miserable than going to jail or killing Zhao Cheng.

But is it such a coincidence?

Before she could think about it, Mr. Gong came in.

This time, the old man didn't make things difficult for her, and everything was very harmonious.

Suddenly, the Gong family relative looked at Song Wanqiu and asked, "Wanqiu, I heard that you are going to represent the school in the competition. How are your preparations going?"

"The work is almost finished." Song Wanqiu said confidently.

"She is indeed the talented girl that the Third Brother likes. She is different and not everyone can compare to her."

As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Zhiyi lightly.

They have been looking down on Lin Zhiyi for more than a day or two, but she doesn't care.

Unexpectedly, Gong Yan wiped his mouth and smiled, "Those who can participate in the competition must be very capable. For example, Zhiyi has been very talented in design since she was a child. I remember that many people wanted to buy the copyright of her works during college. There is a promising future ahead of her."

Hearing this, Song Wanqiu and the flatterers looked very unhappy, but they did not dare to say anything.

Lin Zhiyi looked at Gong Yan gratefully, and they smiled at each other.

When she looked away, a cold gaze fell from the side, making her shudder.

She knew who it was, but didn't want to care.

After dinner, Lin Zhiyi immediately stood up and made an excuse to help make tea and quickly escaped.

But when she went to the tea room to find tea leaves, the door slowly closed behind her.