deep sleep

Simiao's appetite came back after finishing the porridge. Looking at the seven or eight dishes Meng Yidie ordered, she thought to herself that you are rich but I am not a pig.

After both aunt and nephew hiccupped, Simiao quickly transferred 300 yuan to Meng Yidie.

Originally pointing at Meng Yidie, she said, "Simiao, do you really want to settle this with me?"

The other party took the money without saying a word, and then sent a heartless smiley face, "Is it delicious?"

Then the next sentence, "I made fifty."

You are only two hundred and five.Simiao no longer pays attention to Meng Yidie.

Originally waiting for Simiao to scold, "It's delicious" and "I will settle with you", but in the end there was only a dry three-digit transfer.Meng Yidie stood up and stretched her arms and legs, thinking that Simiao was going for real.

When I went downstairs, I saw Aunt Wei cleaning her room with a forced and calm face, and saw the wastebasket, which was already empty.

Meng Yidie went downstairs to use the computer to adjust the monitor, and soon, the screen was frozen at Aunt Wei's mouth shape "Hey".Look, it's only been two days, and it's showing up.

She didn't plan to complain either, after all, Simiao would probably be scolded for this matter, "Why don't you write my name when you have nothing to do? Please Die Xian?"

Meng Yidie just closes her eyes and writes out the person in her mind, as soon as she has a thought.

I wrote Simiao [-] chapters, maybe because I didn't have her busy at home, I couldn't get used to it.

She closed the computer and told Aunt Wei who had just come downstairs, "I'm going out for a few days tomorrow, you come to clean it every day as usual, just remember to put cat food on it."

Aunt Wei's face was almost deformed by the gossip thoughts in her heart, "Hey, I will, Si... Miao also told me in advance."

This is a trial.Meng Yidie looked at her, but there was no smile in her eyes, "She knows how to raise cats, you can ask her if you are not sure."

When Aunt Wei left the house, thinking of those unsmiling eyes made her heart beat, "I won't watch it, I won't watch it, I won't watch anything." She murmured to herself.Meng Yidie's eyes were filled with joy and anger, covered with a layer of frost that she couldn't understand.

Sitian Zhuzheng's back kitchen smells fragrant every day. Maodou is holding rice cakes to do homework. She seems to have grown taller with her legs stretched around a small stool, unknowingly like Meng Yidie in her sitting posture.

I heard from Aunt Wei that Meng Yidie was away for a few days.Every day when she goes home, she wipes the dust-free corner and feeds the two cats.After taking a sip of tea, she was worried about losing her job and covered up the matter of the draft paper.

"Those two cats are quite fun, and they have a very good relationship. They are fine and sleep together." Aunt Wei turned to cats.

"Oh." Simiao only reminded her not to put too much cat food after eating in the afternoon, these two have to control their weight recently.

Aunt Wei responded, saying that cats are better than people, and if you want to lose weight, someone will control the rations.

Simiao looked up from the computer, "It's okay for people to control themselves, but think more about the pain, difficulty, and embarrassment after gaining weight."

"That won't work, you have to eat what you should eat," Aunt Wei disagreed.

As long as Simiao thinks that she kissed herself wickedly that day and pretended to talk about alcohol casually, she feels that the retribution of winking for more than 1000 days has come: shame.Zeng Simiao took this incident as his Pavlovian reaction zone, and when he thought of it, he wanted to say to Meng Yidie: I don't care about you anymore.

Isn't human nature all about the ability to control oneself?

Meng Yidie's current state where nothing is rare makes Meng Baili very angry.She heard Meng Yidie introduce the preparation progress of the Yangcheng factory, and interrupted her before she finished listening, "You are still like this, you haven't made any progress."

Meng Yidie held back the anger that was triggered almost at the same time, "What's wrong?"

"It's not a matter of preparation, nor funding, approval, cooperation, etc. It's your fault." Meng Baili leaned on the bed and looked at his daughter, "You still regard yourself as a part-time job for me, you don't have a boss mindset. Your The reports are carefully avoiding the risk range, recall your words yourself."

Meng Yidie's evaluation of her mother is not new. She recalled that she did not say anything wrong.

"What did I say wrong?" The daughter was very helpless.

"That's right." There was a condescending gesture of reconciliation in Meng Baili's smile.

Meng Yidie froze in front of her, "You are about to have an operation, I don't want to cause any unhappiness. I also hope that you have something to say directly. If you decide that I am not suitable for this job, I suggest that the board of directors decide on a suitable candidate. "

"Look, I'm not happy after saying a few words." Meng Baili repeated the old tune, "The Baili Group is the hard work of me and your father, just like our other child. If I can't get off the operating table, the company will Who can I trust? Not only you?"

Meng Yidie shook her head, "You never believed me. You just hope that by controlling me, you can continue to control the company."

"What's wrong with this?" Meng Baili was extremely dissatisfied with her tone, "I just hope to see from you the strength to control the company, instead of showing me what to do, trying to explain something happened it's not your fault.

"Yidie, don't you understand? Mom is about to see the kind of 'I have the final say' ruthlessness from you.

"How many times have you insisted on a rejected proposal? Only three times.

"If I were you, I would do what I decided a hundred times. You have the energy to chase that woman, why don't you use it in your career?

"Because you don't love Baili Group at all, and you don't love what you do at all. How can I rest assured that you are like this?"

"How can I reassure you? I have worked so hard and been so careful, what am I going to do? Can you let me go?" Meng Yidie took a deep breath, "Sorry, I don't want to get angry the day before your operation, Yang Cheng The progress report, you can read it when you have time."

Meng Yidie left the ward and walked outside the hospital building, and suddenly wanted to cry up to the sky.

Rejecting the driver's request to take her off, Meng Yidie returned home alone.

It is said to be "home", but it is just a place to put things and stay.This is also a house under Meng Baili's name.

Although it was kept very clean, Meng Yidie was not in the mood to settle down and rest.She leaned against the door and sat down, not wanting to find her friends and classmates in Shanghai, nor contacting her psychiatrist.

She misses the familiar house in Yangcheng, the two lazy cats, Maodou who does her homework with a sad face, and Simiao who smokes under the rose arbor after cooking.

Maybe Simiao is not needed, she still has the contact information of several Lushui lovers in her mobile phone.

Maybe she doesn't need to find a lover, she can go to a familiar bar and get drunk.

Maybe she can talk to Zong Hua about work other than emotion, talk to Cheng Yin about emotions other than emotion, make video calls with Qian Yu, and see her lovely daughters...

She did nothing.Meng Yidie's perception of herself is so cowardly, selfish and incompetent, and she thought of Simiao, whom she wanted to be a friend.

I'm afraid it won't work now.She kissed Simiao flirtatiously, deeply.She put Simiao in the same ranks as those former dews.

Simiao was angry.she knows.

She was so stupid that she refused and provoked Simiao again, but kept provoking her to respond.

Even scolding.

Meng Yidie dialed Simiao's WeChat uncontrollably. The avatar was leaning against a cigarette outside the shop, with the sound of car washing next to her.

"Hey... ah, I don't care about you anymore, why are you looking for me?" Simiao asked, "Auntie Wei for your family affairs, don't you have a phone?"

King Meng Hai's tone was full of unspeakable grievances, "Simiao...you can scold me."

"Tch... out of your mind?" Simiao scolded her.

"Yes." Meng Yidie laughed, and when Simiao scolded that "Watt", she suddenly found the reason why she loved Simiao that day: I really like watching Simiao explode.