The most ruthless is her

Jian Shuo smiled bewitchingly: "Oh my goodness."

Ruan Mohan glanced at her, with jet-black pupils, like a monster that traveled through time and space in ancient times, used to seeing life, old age, sickness and death, and vicissitudes of life, until the last trace of feeling and emotion was also wiped out.

"I stepped on the carpet last time, didn't I fall hard enough?" Jian Shuo raised the corners of her lips: "Next time, what should I put under her feet?"

Yang Haining stomped violently: "You are presumptuous!"

Jian Shuo stopped laughing, her eyes were cold: "Anyway, the child is still there, so you think I won't let sister-in-law go."

Yang Haining: "Monster! Monster!"

Jian Shuo raised the corners of her lips and smiled again, but her eyes were still emotionless, even numb and empty, muttering something in her mouth.

Yang Haining scolded: "What are you still reading? What are you still making up to harm your sister-in-law?"

Ruan Mohan watched all this from the side.

Yang Haining couldn't hear what Jian Shuo was reading, but Ruan Mohan's ears were sensitive, even if she stood some distance away from Jian Shuo, she could still hear it.

Jian Shuo is reciting a weird ballad:

"My brother and my sister,

sitting under the table,

picked up my bones and buried them,

Buried under a cold stone tablet. (Note 1)"

Yang Haining kept stomping on his crutches: "Stop reading! Don't try to harm your sister-in-law again!"

Jian Shuo's smile became more and more bewitching, like a dahlia in full bloom.

Yeyan's red lips moved slightly, and Ruan Mohan could hear her repeating:

"My brother and my sister,

sit at the bottom of the table,

Picked up my bones and buried them,

Buried under a cold stone tablet. "

Nervous in general, unable to stop in general.

Ruan Mohan glanced at Jian Shuo again.

With the hands behind the back, the nail of the thumb pinched the finger of the index finger fiercely, rubbing back and forth, as if it couldn't stop, until a little dark red blood oozed between the fingers of the index finger.

Ruan Mohan said lightly: "Lady Yang."

"Please go back today first."

Yang Haining stood up and sighed: "You are right."

She walked out on crutches, and Ruan Mohan sent her out.

Before leaving, she patted Ruan Mohan's hand.

Ruan Mohan nodded to her and wanted to withdraw his hand.

Unexpectedly, Yang Haining held her hand tightly and pinched the back of her hand hard.

Ruan Mohan was startled.

She immediately looked up and saw Yang Haining's eyes looking over her shoulder at Jian Shuo who was leaning against the glass door.

Is the light in the eyes distressed and reluctance?

Ruan Mohan remembered what Yang Haining said to her when he patted the back of her hand again and again in the past: "Ah Shuo, I'll leave it to you."

******

Yang Haining left.

Ruan Mohan closed the door and turned back to the living room.

Jian Shuo has been leaning against the glass door without moving, turning her head as if looking at the night outside the balcony.

But the light was turned on in the living room, and from Jian Shuo's perspective, what she saw more was her own face reflected on the glass.

Cold, numb, emotionless.

Ye Yan red lips, one and one close nervously all the time:

"My brother and my sister,

sit at the bottom of the table,

Picked up my bones and buried them,

Buried under a cold stone tablet. "

Mechanical.Hostile.Can't stop.

Ruan Mohan approached her: "Jian Shuo."

Jian Shuo was still reading and didn't even look at Ruan Mohan.

Ruan Mohan stepped forward and directly blocked Jian Shuo's nervously mumbling lips with his own.

As if waking up from a dream, Jian Shuo reached out and pushed violently: "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

His face was full of hostility, like a wild beast ready to attack at any time, with sharp minions exposed, aiming at the most vulnerable throat of a person.

Ruan Mohan was pushed backwards, Jian Shuo panicked for a moment, pinched his index finger, and finally stretched out from behind.

He wanted to hug Ruan Mohan with both hands to prevent her from falling, but he froze, his hands stopped in mid-air, like an embarrassing and absurd joke, unable to advance or retreat.

Ruan Mohan didn't fall down.

Because she directly grabbed Jian Shuo's hand.

Jian Shuo held Ruan Mohan's hand back, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and kept pinching the nails of her fingertips, and now she pinched Ruan Mohan's slender fingers.

Ruan Mohan looked at her indifferently and did not hide.

Jian Shuo smiled, bewitchingly cruel and numb: "Are you going to say again, you only have this little strength?"

His eyes became more fierce, and he smiled so sharply that his lips showed sharp teeth, as if he was threatening.

"Do not."

Ruan Mohan directly brought Jian Shuo's hand to his lips with his own hand.

She put Jian Shuo's index finger, which was pinched by herself, into her mouth, and squeezed it slightly.

The warm wrapping of lips and tongue is like a gentle hug.

As soon as she spoke, the tip of her tongue gently scratched Jian Shuo's fingertips, as if to comfort her.

"I want to say..." Ruan Mohan said, "I'm not afraid of you."

"Don't put on such a vicious look, it's useless to me."

"I'm not afraid of you."

Jian Shuo was stunned.

After reacting, the expression on his face became more and more ruthless: "What nonsense are you talking about? This is what I am like!"

"You think you know me well?"

She pulled her finger out of Ruan Mohan's mouth at once, brushed away Ruan Mohan's long hair, and bit viciously on the small light brown mole on the earlobe.

"Does it hurt, huh?"

"Does it hurt? Talk!"

"It hurts." Ruan Mohan said lightly.

But she just stood upright like that, not hiding.

Until Jian Shuo seemed to lose his strength, hanging on her shoulders.

"Where have you been?" Jian Shuo murmured.

"Where did you go after get off work?"

"Why weren't you there when grandma came?"

Ruan Mohan raised his hand, hesitated for a long time in the air, and finally, it slowly landed on top of Jian Shuo's head: "From now on, I will always be here."

"I promise."

Jian Shuo bit her earlobe, not letting go.

Ruan Mohan turned his head slightly, looking at the shadows of the two people reflected on the transparent glass door.

The shadow looked like the two were hugging.

The pose is awkward, but it does look like a hug.

******

After Ruan Mohan took a shower, he went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette as usual.

Only tonight, there was no sound of opening the glass door behind him.

She turned her head lightly, and saw that the light in the living room had been turned off, and it was dark.

Ruan Mohan reached out and turned off the balcony light.

When I turned to turn off the light, I seemed to see the quilt in the sofa, and it moved subtly.

It was like a wounded animal hiding inside, covering its head and avoiding people, feeling ashamed to even whimper in pain.

Ruan Mohan turned around and faced the outside of the balcony.

With arms folded, in the darkness that enveloped him, he quietly smoked the cigarette between his fingers.

A bit of ash that was flicked off fell into the transparent crystal ashtray, scattered finely.

Ruan Mohan recalled that such finely divided soot had once landed on a fair face.

like gray tears.

That face is not sad, but gray is the color of sadness.

Ruan Mohan took one last deep breath, and the cigarette in his hand burned to the end, making a slight "cracking" sound, and the last puff of tobacco that could be smoked was exhausted.

She extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Turn around and open the door.

The living room was very quiet.

When the soundproof glass door is closed, even the sound of insects outside the balcony is isolated, as if you are in a vacuum universe.

Under the raised quilt of the sofa, there was no movement, not even the sound of breathing.

Ruan Mohan sat down.

She moved very lightly, but her body was heavy. When she sat down, the sofa sank slightly.

There was still no movement in the quilt.

Ruan Mohan raised his hand.

His fingers were still stained with the smell of tobacco just now, and it permeated the air, covering up any more subtle smells.

Her hand dropped.

It falls on the thin air-conditioning quilt.

Is it Jian Shuo's head that I touched through the quilt?

Not sure.

When she moved her hands down, there were round and blunt pieces everywhere, as if Jian Shuo had curled up, maybe hugging her knees, maybe hugging her head.

Curled up tightly, as if in a mother's womb.

But Jian Shuo no longer has a mother.

Ruan Mohan's expression was indifferent, his hands were groping back and forth on the quilt, and he heard his fingers rubbing against the quilt to make a very subtle rustling sound.

A little street light outside the window came in, casting her shadow on the wall next to the sofa.

Until Jian Shuo couldn't bear it anymore, he threw off the quilt and asked angrily, "What are you doing? Are you sick?"

Remember not to wake up Ruan Qingyin in the room.

Ruan Mohan expressionless: "Find where your head is."

"Where do you care about my head?"

Ruan Mohan said indifferently: "I don't care, it's just out of pure curiosity, to see how strange the shape of a person huddled in the quilt can be."

"Maybe when the company holds a sharing meeting, it can be used as cold knowledge to talk about it."

Ruan Mohan stood up.

Jian Shuo lay on the sofa and looked up at her: "Ruan Mohan, you really..."

"Can you sleep?"

"none of your business."

"Do you have nightmares when you fall asleep?"

"none of your business."

Ruan Mohan raised his hand again, Jian Shuo pulled up the quilt and covered his head again.

At this time, she was already lying flat, and the position of her head was easily recognizable.

Ruan Mohan's hand landed on her forehead, pressed it gently, and left.

******

Early Tuesday morning.

Now that there is Jian Shuo as a servant to cook breakfast, Ruan Mohan moved the time spent in the office watching industry news to the dining table.

In this way, she can work 15 minutes more in the office and 15 minutes less overtime at night.

She has always been good at managing time.

Today, in the medical and financial section, we share an important piece of news: "Lingyin Medical Group's shareholding succession plan has been settled."

Yang Haining handed over all the shares she inherited from her founder husband to Jian Ming.

Jian Ming became the biggest power holder in Lingyin both in name and in reality.

When Jian Shuo brought out the breakfast, she saw Ruan Mohan's mobile phone was put aside, the screen was still on.

A huge news headline, words such as "listening" and "inheritance" are particularly eye-catching.

Ruan Mohan glanced at Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo was giggling, with a normal expression, showing off her milk popsicles to Ruan Qingyin.

What Jian Shuo cares about is not property.

Ruan Qingyin didn't need Ruan Mohan's reminder anymore, she skillfully countered Jian Shuo: "Eat ice cream every morning, you will have diarrhea one day!"

"Ha, you're just jealous!" Jian Shuo grinned at Ruan Qingyin.

Ruan Qingyin couldn't help but tore the toast into small pieces and threw it at Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo laughed and dodged, tore her own toast in half, formed two big balls, and was about to throw it at Ruan Qingyin.

As soon as the hand was raised, the slender wrist was clamped by a white and cold hand.

Ruan Mohan turned his head and gave her a cold look.

Jane Shuo: ...

Ruan Mohan's voice was also cold: "Open your mouth."

Jian Shuo felt that the momentum could not be lost: "Why?"

Ruan Mohan pinched Jian Shuo's chin directly with his other free hand, and squeezed Jian Shuo's mouth with a little force.

With the hand pinching Jian Shuo's wrist, he directly pulled out the bread ball in her hand and stuffed it into Jian Shuo's mouth.

Ruan Qingyin was surprised: "Mom, is this how you feed the little white mouse? The little white mouse is going to choke to death!"

Ruan Mohan said indifferently, "I don't like wasting food."

She glanced at Ruan Qingyin: "Do you remember Yinyin?"

Ruan Qingyin: "...Don't worry, I remember very clearly."

She ate the bread that was blocked by Jian Shuo, even the clean ones, picked up her schoolbag, and went out with Ruan Mohan.

******

Tuesday, company lunch break.

As usual, Ruan Mohan quickly finished the chicken breast sandwich.

It's just that today, instead of working in front of the computer, I just got up and came to the rooftop.

Opening the concealed door, he saw an expected figure.

The pace of listening work is fast, and few people usually come to places like the rooftop to sneak in.

Except when the group held boring meetings, she met Chu Xingyun here, and later, she met Zhong Yunli and Director Xu to negotiate here.

I never met anyone else.

The figure she expected to see here today was not a listening employee.

The wind on the roof was stronger than that on the ground, and the man was wearing an elegant silver-gray cheongsam, the hem of which was blown up and down.There is a delicate bun on the back of the head, and the old-fashioned hair oil is applied, but it is still not messy.

With the wind, in the air is the camellia fragrance of old-fashioned hair oil.

The man turned around, it was Yang Haining.

Seeing Ruan Mohan, he smiled: "Miss Ruan, what a coincidence."

"Hello." Ruan Mohan raised his hand, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

It seemed that she just wanted to take a lunch break to smoke a cigarette on the rooftop, and ran into Yang Haining by chance.

She didn't say anything, but she had already thought that Yang Haining would go to the highest place in Lingyin today when all the shares in Lingyin were transferred, and take another look at the empire created by her husband.

And Jian Ming would take advantage of the lunch break to go to H Hospital to have lunch with Bai Jingxian, this is the most suitable time for Yang Haining to go out.

Yang Haining didn't expose Ruan Mohan, just asked with a smile: "Can you still give me a cigarette like last time?"

Ruan Mohan approached and handed Yang Haining a cigarette.

They sat side by side on the edge of the flower bed in the center, and the smoke between their fingers lingered out.

Ruan Mohan stared at the smoke in the air, and then glanced at his right hand holding the cigarette, and there were finger marks from Jian Shuo's pinch yesterday.

Finally, Jian Shuo retracted into the quilt, like a wounded animal hiding in a cave.

Ruan Mohan said: "You..."

"Do you really believe that the last time Jian Shuo went home, she deliberately put a wet carpet to make Ms. Bai fall?"

Yang Haining smiled: "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not."

"It's just this incident that can lead the ending to a direction that everyone wants."

"A Ming gets the listening that he wants, and Ah Shuo stays away from the listening that she wants to stay away from."

Ruan Mohan: "Do you not hesitate to use the method of hurting Jian Shuo?"

Yang Haining asked back: "If she can really become a person without feelings, how can she get hurt?"

Ruan Mohan remained silent, slightly taken aback in his heart.

That's right... Isn't Jian Shuo a person without feelings for more than ten years?

Ruan Mohan felt inexplicably that this was the last chance for her to ask the question in her heart: "Jian Shuo...why did she grow up like this?"

"No perception, no emotion."

Yang Haining: "Because, I hope she looks like this."

******

After get off work on Tuesday, Ruan Mohan returned home on time.

Jian Shuo and Ruan Qingyin were sitting side by side on the sofa, watching an old movie.

Ruan Mohan asked: "Have you finished your Yinyin homework?"

Ruan Qingyin stared at the screen without blinking: "It's done."

Ruan Mohan followed her gaze to the screen.

A very old romance film, "Sleepless in Seattle", tells the story of a man who lost his wife. With the help of his son, he finds his new love through a radio talk show.

Ruan Mohan really doesn't understand why Ruan Qingyin likes watching horror movies even if she likes watching these romantic movies.

She asked Ruan Qingyin: "Can you really understand?"

Ruan Qingyin said in a mature tone: "Of course, don't treat me like a nine-year-old child, my heart has grown up."

Ruan Mohan pursed the corners of his lips.

Who is the naive kid who tore up toast and smashed Jian Shuo into small pieces for a milk popsicle this morning?

"I don't understand." Jian Shuo interrupted suddenly.

The coquettish eyes, even the slender eyelashes are full of charm, but at this moment, they are confused: "Why can he still like other people after his lover is dead?"

"It doesn't make sense." Jian Shuo blinked at Ruan Mohan.

"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense."

Like a noisy parrot.

Ruan Qingyin protested: "You are so noisy!"

Jian Shuo asked Ruan Mohan: "Do you think it makes sense? One person, after liking the first person, can he still like the second person?"

She looked at Ruan Mohan, her eyes wandered for a moment, then she looked at Ruan Mohan again.

Ruan Mohan looked back at Jian Shuo.

At this time, she was glad that she hadn't had time to put down the computer bag in her hand.

His fingers were hidden in the handle of the computer bag, curled up tightly.

"I don't know." She said indifferently, "I'm just a marketer, not an artist."

"Emotions are not within the scope of my research, and I am not interested."

Jian Shuo let out an indifferent "Oh", turned around, and stared at the TV screen.

She stopped looking at Ruan Mohan, and only talked to Ruan Qingyin: "This is not interesting, let's watch the horror movie that we didn't finish yesterday, the one with arms and legs flying around."

It seems that the two were watching a movie together yesterday, and were interrupted by Yang Haining's visit.

Ruan Qingyin said "ha", "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid?" Jian Shuomao squinted his eyes: "Is there anything in this world that I would be afraid of?"

Ruan Qingyin gave a meaningful "Oh".

"I'm really not afraid!" Jian Shuo stared, "We're going to watch that horror movie right now! Must watch! Must watch!"

Ruan Qingyin thought for a while: "Then you are still afraid, in this world."

"You are afraid of my mother."

Jian Shuo was taken aback.

Immediately, his expression became disdainful and fierce: "Bah!"

Ruan Mohan put down his computer bag, walked over expressionlessly, and handed over the green peppers and lean meat to Jian Shuo.

"You can try to challenge the second noodle, green pepper shredded pork noodles."

"Continue to use the app I downloaded for you, turn to the second tutorial, and follow suit."

Ruan Qingyin looked at Jian Shuo with a suppressed smile.

Jian Shuo stared at Ruan Mohan: "What if I don't do it?"

Ruan Mohan said indifferently, "No dinner."

Straightforward and concise.

Jane Shuo: ...

She carried the vegetables and walked to the kitchen: "I'm not listening to you, I'm just showing you that there are still people in the world who can make shredded pork with green peppers so delicious."

"It's so good that you feel ashamed, dig a hole like an ostrich, bury your head in it, and stick your butt up."

Jian Shuo hummed the melody of "Boom Boom Boom", spun one circle, and another circle, and spun into the kitchen like a waltz.

Ruan Qingyin burst into loud laughter behind her.

Jian Shuo stuck his head out from the kitchen door again: "Smile!"

The kitchen door slammed shut again.

******

Serve three bowls of noodles.

The green pepper is a bit mushy, the shredded pork is a bit hard, and the presentation is not very good.

Ruan Mohan looked pale, and took a sip.

"Too much soy sauce."

Jian Shuo stuffed the noodles into her mouth: "This way the seasoning is delicious!"

Ruan Mohan was expressionless: "During the fermentation of soy sauce, a large amount of ammonia nitrogen will be produced, which will burden the kidneys and cause kidney diseases..."

Jian Shuo couldn't bear it anymore: "Ah----!!!"

Ruan Mohan stretched out his slender fingers, and tapped the table twice with his fingertips indifferently: "Do you want to be complained by neighbors again?"

"No, I want to ask you a question." Jian Shuo gritted her teeth: "Ruan Mohan, did you get good grades in school?"

Ruan Mohan nodded.

"When your classmate speaks, do you always correct me like this?"

Ruan Mohan nodded again.

"Then have you ever found that many people have drawn on their homework books and poked them with pens?"

Ruan Mohan glanced at her: "No."

"That's because your observation skills are too poor!"

Jian Shuo muttered, poking the bottom of the bowl with her chopsticks.

Aggressive, aggressive.

It seems that Ruan Mohan is hiding at the bottom of the bowl.

Ruan Qingyin said suddenly: "Mom, there is a little sauce on the corner of your mouth."

Ruan Mohan looked calm, pulled out a tissue: "Where?"

The heart is shaking.

When she eats, she always eats cleanly and quickly, without any stains on the corners of her mouth.

Today, he talked and lost his mind.

Is it because Jian Shuo is sitting next to him?

She couldn't sit well, with one foot on the ground and the other on the dining chair, her knees were arched high, and the noodle bowl was placed on her knees, as if her knees were her small table.

Hee hee ha ha, cynical.

Ruan Mohan prevented Jian Shuo from seeing Jian Shuo out of the corner of his eye, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

Ruan Qingyin: "It's not there."

"You're so stupid." Jian Shuo who was beside him suddenly reached out and wiped Ruan Mohan's lips.

Put your finger into your mouth and suck it.

After taking it out, I realized that Ruan Mohan and Ruan Qingyin were looking at her.

"Why?" Jian Shuo's eyes were in a daze: "Isn't it... can't waste food?"

"Yes." Ruan Mohan said indifferently, "Thank you."

"Eat Yinyin quickly, cold food is not good for the stomach."

No one spoke again.

Only the sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl wall.

******

Balcony after shower.

Ruan Mohan stood smoking a cigarette, the air was filled with the faint fragrance of shampoo and shower gel.

There was the sound of a glass door being opened behind him.

Like a cat, Jian Shuo slipped out, hung on Ruan Mohan's shoulder, brushed her long hair, and went to bite her ear.

Ruan Mohan controlled his breathing, closed his eyes slightly, and opened them again.

The summer night wind, the regular chirping of insects, and the same faint fragrance on Jian Shuo's body, combined and fermented, are inexplicably like a glass of wine, making people dazzled.

But Ruan Mohan can still smoke to keep himself awake.

Jian Shuo turned her around so that she faced him.

He was biting the lip on his earlobe just now, and turned around, biting the corner of Ruan Mohan's lip.

Hard, sharp teeth, gnawing hard.

"Not enough." Jian Shuo said vaguely.

"Not enough, not enough, not enough."

The teeth rubbed against the corners of Ruan Mohan's lips repeatedly, with strength, as if he wanted to crush a piece of chocolate and swallow it all.

She bit the corner of Ruan Mohan's mouth where the sauce was just now.

Where she wiped her fingers at the dinner table.

"Not enough, not enough, not enough." She kissed and bit, and her breath gradually became hot.

Ruan Mohan closed his eyes slightly, then forced himself to open them again, lowered his eyes, and stared at the burning smoke between his fingers.

A little red, a little strong, to help her keep herself awake.

What is Jian Shuo saying is not enough?

It means that at the dining table, you can only gently wipe the corners of Ruan Mohan's lips with your fingers, isn't that enough?

Or is it not enough to bite the corner of Ruan Mohan's lips like this?

Jian Shuo embraced Ruan Mohan's slender waist with both hands, tighter and tighter.

A feeling of being barely able to breathe.

beautiful.Dizzy.Addicted.Shouldn't be obsessed.

Ruan Mohan stared at the smoke between his fingers, which burned into fine gray ash.

"Jane Shuo." She said lightly, "You have crossed the line."