The most ruthless is her

"No."

Ruan Mohan actually refused.

Jian Shuo looked up with a dazed expression.

Like a child whose candy has been brought to his mouth and taken away.

"No?" she asked again, her cat-like eyes narrowed.

"No."

Ruan Mohan repeated, stretched out his hand, touched the switch on the wall next to the door, and turned off the light on the balcony.

The entire balcony was sunken in the night, only the lights of the living room were shining through from behind.

Jian Shuo let go of Ruan Mohan's slender waist.

Ruan Mohan asked her: "Are you angry?"

"No." Jian Shuo pouted and kicked the door: "I'm asleep."

She wants to go.

Ruan Mohan stretched out his slender hand again.

Hold Jian Shuo's waist and hug her tightly.

"Continue on the balcony, okay?"

******

Ruan Mohan's bedroom.

Ruan Mohan stretched out his hand and stuffed his fingers into Jian Shuo's mouth.

Jian Shuo bit down and let go.

With the same force, it landed on the small light brown mole on Ruan Mohan's earlobe.

and soft lips.

Ruan Mohan nodded his neck.

Those traces are still there.

The cat's tongue swept over.

Ruan Mohan sometimes felt that Jian Shuo had a cat's tongue, with hairy barbs, and when he swiped hard, it gave a subtle tingling pain.

"Want to continue?"

"Do you want to continue?"

"Let me see you...heh."

"Then let me see you."

Still no one let go, no one admit defeat.

Until Ruan Mohan's breathing became subtle.

Jian Shuo grabbed her wrist, restrained it, and raised it above her head.

The back of Ruan Mohan's hand pressed down to his long hair scattered on the pillow, and it was smooth.

She tilted her head, and her smooth cheek touched her own hair scattered on the pillow, as well as Jian Shuo's hand on the pillow.

She leaned over and rubbed against each other.

The hair tip that was pressed by the back of his hand pulled slightly.

"Like this?" Jian Shuo asked.

Ruan Mohan nodded.

like this.

Ultimate happiness.Extreme pain.

Punish yourself till the end of heaven and hell.

******

The next day is Saturday.

Ruan Mohan asked Jian Shuo: "Can you go somewhere for me?"

"No."

Ruan Mohan glanced at her lightly.

Jian Shuo said lazily, "Where is it?"

"Wang Nuo's place." Ruan Mohan said, "I bought some books, please send them there for me."

"I don't have a car."

"Take a taxi."

"I only pay two hundred and five a month! The last time I took a taxi all over Beicheng to find you, I borrowed money from my friend."

She was lying on the sofa, swinging her long legs back and forth:

"Damn it! It's a shame! It's a shame!"

Ruan Mohan: "I'll pay you back."

Jian Shuo sat up all of a sudden, grinning: "Really?"

"Mop the floor twice a day next week, and wipe the windows and furniture on both sides."

"Is there a mistake?" Jian Shuo snorted, "My hands have become rough and unbeautiful!"

Like Ruan Qingyin, she was easily distracted, and when she glanced at her hands, her attention was drawn to her nails.

It seems that the shape of my nails is not good enough, and the sharp teeth around the lips are exposed, and I bite when I open my mouth.

Ruan Mohan opened her hand.

Jian Shuo curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

Ruan Mohan: "If you don't want to do more housework, or..."

Hearing that there are other ways to pay back the money for herself, Jian Shuo became interested again, laughing and longing to be like Ruan Mohan.

Ruan Mohan glanced at her sitting posture.

With both hands propped on the sofa, a pair of long legs are folded back.

Ruan Mohan stretched out a hand expressionlessly to Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo was taken aback.

Ruan Mohan's voice was cold: "Shake hands."

Jian Shuo was taken aback again, but Ruan Mohan's gleaming white palm seemed to have magical powers for her, so delicate and delicate, it stretched out in front of Jian Shuo, and Jian Shuo couldn't help but put his hand on it.

"Not bad." Ruan Mohan said lightly.

As if he couldn't hold back, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Jian Shuo's head: "Yes, it's very round."

Jian Shuo was still stunned.

Round head?What kind of compliment is this?

Ruan Mohan looked at her expressionlessly again: "Call."

Jian Shuo already fully understood what Ruan Mohan was doing, and narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction, looking more like a cat.

She squinted at Ruan Mohan.

Ruan Mohan remained expressionless: "Don't you need to pay me back?"

"That's it."

She turned to go.

Suddenly there was a slight pulling force behind him.

Jian Shuo reached out and grabbed the corner of Ruan Mohan's clothes, reluctantly: "Meow."

Ruan Mohan turned back blankly: "I can't hear you."

"Meow."

"Can't hear."

Jian Shuo was angry, and said loudly: "Meow meow! Meow meow! Meow meow!"

Ruan Mohan pursed the corners of his lips.

He reached out again and rubbed Jian Shuo's head.

Turned around and left.

Jian Shuo shouted behind her: "Hey, Ruan Mohan!"

Ruan Mohan only left one sentence: "The money will be paid back for you."

Well, now Jian Shuo doesn't know whether she succeeded or Ruan Mohan succeeded.

Menmen kicked on the coffee table, and rolled around on the sofa with his knees hugged in pain.

what!what!what!

She really wanted to yell loudly, but Ruan Mohan didn't let her yell out of fear of disturbing the neighbors.

Jian Shuo turned over and got up from the sofa, thinking that instead of being bored at home, it's better to really go to Xiaoyan for a walk.

******

Jian Shuo went out with the book that Ruan Mohan gave her.

After Ruan Mohan transferred the money to her, he had already left the house before Jian Shuo, saying that he was going to work overtime in listening.

Ruan Qingyin felt strange: "Mom, don't you always work overtime at home?"

Ruan Mohan explained: "The cooperation between Lingyin and GS has come to the last juncture, and all middle and high-level managers are required to meet in the company."

Ruan Qingyin turned back and continued to watch her TV, but she didn't understand nor was she interested.

When Jian Shuo went out, she called Ruan Qingyin: "Come with me to play with other children."

Ruan Qingyin shook her head: "Boring."

"I just hope they don't bother me."

Jian Shuo had no choice but to go out by herself.

He carried the book downstairs and put it at his feet, and stood at the gate of the community waiting for the online car-hailing car.

The afternoon sun was so hot that she was tanned.

Why did she make this trip to deliver books to Ruan Mohan?

Is she familiar with the glasses girl?

Came back to his senses, Jian Shuo thought about it carefully and felt outraged, the ten centimeter high heels kicked on a stack of books.

The book fell, like a collapsed pyramid.

Jian Shuo laughed, like a wicked boy born with a desire to destroy, he thought it was fun.

At this time, there were two "didi" sounds on the side of the road, and the online car-hailing car she called had arrived.

The driver opened the car window and asked, "Miss, are you the passenger whose number ends in xxxx?"

Jian Shuo nodded, flicking her long curly black hair alluringly: "You, help me carry the books into the car."

The driver was a bald man, unmoved: "You move it yourself."

"what?"

"I'm not a hustler, and I'm not in charge of moving the goods."

Jian Shuo wanted to say like before: "You help me move, I will give you more money, ten times!"

But she has no money now.

If she wanted money, she had to go to Ruan Mohan to meow meow.

That might as well move the books by herself!

Sullenly, Jian Shuo kicked the pile of collapsed books again.

Driver: "Miss, can you hurry up?"

Jian Shuo screamed: "Ah----!!!"

Bending down, picking up the books I kicked, one after another, carrying them into the back seat of the car, getting in by myself, and slamming the car door: "Let's go!"

The driver drove, and Jian Shuo opened the rear window.

The whistling wind poured in, blowing her long jet black thick curly hair, flying in the wind.

Jian Shuo faced the wind: "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The driver glances in the rear seat through the rearview mirror to see the almost flirtatious passenger.

Calmly turn on the speaker: "Om Mani Padme Hum... Om Mani Padme Hum..."

"What is this?" Jian Shuo became more and more irritable: "Are you chanting scriptures?"

The bald uncle driver nodded: "Yes."

He persuaded Jian Shuo: "Listen carefully, nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, you should not be happy with things and not sad with yourself, be calm and calm in your heart..."

Jian Shuo interrupted him with an "ah": "You are Ruan Mohan's apprentice!"

******

Laughter Research Charity for Deaf Children.

Wang Nuo received Jian Shuo's notice and stood at the door waiting for her.

Wang Nuo took the book out of the car and asked Jian Shuo, "Will you go in with me?"

Jian Shuo: "No!"

Wang Nuo nodded: "Alright then, goodbye."

She walked in with the book in her arms, Jian Shuo was taken aback for a moment.

"Why don't you keep me?" She followed Wang Nuo.

Wang Nuo looked ahead: "Why should I keep you?"

"Then I'm going!" Jian Shuo laughed.

She followed Wang Nuo into Xiaoyan, humming: "Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom boom..."

Spin one circle, spin another circle, and jump three more steps.

Wang Nuo still couldn't help but glanced at her: "Are you in a good mood?"

Grinning, Jian Shuo ran to the playground and squatted on the swing: "Glasses girl, I know all about your Mohan."

"Besides, she took the initiative to tell me."

"From now on, there will be no more Mohan from you." She looked at Wang Nuo with a coquettish smile, "From now on, it will be my Ruan Mohan."

She raised her right hand, put her index and middle fingers together, and compared a pistol with her fingers.

Put your fingertips on Wang Nuo and aim with one eye.

Ye Yan's red lips moved: "Bang!"

Then he "giggled" and laughed.

Wang Nuo stood holding a stack of books from a distance, looking at Jian Shuo who was squatting on a swing wearing a pair of ten centimeter high heels.

In the summer afternoon, the sun is very big, shining brightly, with the gesture of igniting everything.

At the same time, the wind was also strong, blowing Jian Shuo's long black hair, like a guiding flag with no way back.

Wang Nuo looked at Jian Shuo, and Jian Shuo looked at her with a smile.

Wang Nuo took a deep breath and walked over with the stack of books in his arms.

She walked slowly and steadily, and walked to the swing where Jian Shuo was squatting, bent slightly, and lightly put the book she was holding on the ground.

As he slowly approached Jian Shuo, the rhythm of his movements suddenly changed.

He approached suddenly, leaned over, stretched out his hand, grabbed Jian Shuo's collar tightly, and pulled her forward.

Jian Shuo was almost dragged off the swing by her, and she grabbed the rope of the swing with both hands to stabilize herself.

The cat's eyes narrowed: "What are you doing, glasses lady?"

The tone was still lazy, just like that, Wang Nuo grabbed his collar viciously and didn't fight back.

Wang Nuo gripped Jian Shuo's collar tighter and tighter.

Jian Shuo: "This is Ruan Mohan's clothes."

Wang Nuo let go of his hand for a moment, then clenched it tighter.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Wang Nuo asked tremblingly, "You think the things Mo Han told you are funny?"

Jian Shuo tilted her head, looked at Wang Nuo's glasses, and discovered for the first time that such a slender metal frame can reflect the scorching light even in the sun.

She tilted her head and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be quite powerful, glasses girl."

"You are so powerful, why are you so cowardly in front of Ruan Mohan?"

She stopped laughing, and looked at Wang Nuo with shining eyes: "You are afraid of the past events that Ruan Mohan recited, and Ruan Mohan is also afraid of those past events that she recited."

"You are all afraid, you dare not mention it, you dare not touch it."

"But I'm not afraid." Jian Shuo laughed again: "I dare to mention it, I dare to touch it."

"And then..."

She stretched out her hand again, with her index finger, middle finger and thumb at a [-]-degree angle, making a pistol.

Aiming at something invisible in the air, red lips fluttered: "Bang!"

She was coquettish and stern, and looked at Wang Nuo with a smile: "Those things can disappear."

******

Slowly, slowly, Wang Nuo let go of Jian Shuo's collar, and stood there with his head bowed.

After standing for a while, I shuffled, walked to the stack of books on the ground, and picked them up.

She stared at the cover of the book in her hand: "I'm sorry." She apologized for her rude behavior just now.

The books were chosen by Ruan Mohan, they are all fairy tale books, the top one is "Nightingale and Rose".

Wang Nuo remembered that story, she had read it when she was very young, and it left a deep impression on her.

The nightingale leaned her breast on a thorn in the rose tree, and sang all night long.

That thorn will pierce its heart, and its blood will flow into the body of the rose tree and become the blood of the rose tree.

The reason why Wang Nuo was deeply impressed by this story is that she never understood since she was a child, why would she burn her own life for a love?

She grew up in the deaf-mute children's charity run by her mother, and watched her mother step by step, turning each child from handicapped to healthy.

My mother told her repeatedly: "Life is the most precious, and health is the most precious."

He also told her repeatedly: "Don't be willful, don't go out of line."

Even Wang Nuo was short-sighted in junior high school. When she went to choose glasses for the first time, she chose a pair of red frames for herself.

The always serious and rational mother shook her head: "No, it's too out of line."

Let Wang Nuo put it down, and personally pick out a pair of pale gold metal frames for Wang Nuo.

Wang Nuo has been wearing such a calm and traditional style for more than ten years since the second day of junior high school.

Wang Nuo walked into the classroom with the stack of books in his arms and handed them to the teacher: "Add it to the book corner."

The teacher nodded.

"Wait a minute." She stretched out her hand and took the top copy of "The Nightingale and the Rose": "I'll borrow this one to read, and I'll take it by myself after I'm done."

The teacher said "yes" and walked to the book corner with the book in his arms.

Wang Nuo held the "Nightingale and the Rose" by himself, walked out of the classroom, and stood in the corridor.

Xiaoyan in the afternoon is very quiet, with a kind of quietness unique to the campus, even if it is a group of special children.

The children are in class in the classroom, and a teacher is doing vocal exercises with the children who have just put on hearing aids.

"Apple," she said.It was said very clearly and slowly, with a strange emphasis on it.

"tangerinr."

"pear."

A gust of wind blew in the corridor, blowing over Wang Nuo's long straight black hair, before Wang Nuo's eyes, the figure of Jian Shuo she was looking at became blurred.

She stretched out her hand and pinned her hair, which was blown by the wind, neatly behind her ear.

He opened the book in his hand, "The Nightingale and the Rose".

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the corridor illuminated was golden. Wang Nuo was standing here reading a book. The pages of the coated paper reflected the sunlight, so dazzling that even the illustrations were blurred.

Wang Nuo still tried his best to stare, and read the sentence written on the page into his eyes:

"Be happy, you're about to get your red rose. (Remark 1)"

"I will make it with music under the moonlight, and give it the blood of my chest to dye it red. (Remark 2)"

Wang Nuo raised his head again and looked towards the playground.

Jian Shuo squatted on the swing, and didn't feel sunburned. The gun made of fingers swayed in the summer afternoon wind.

Facing the butterflies flying in the air: "Bang!"

The butterfly flew away.

She pointed at her chest again: "Bang!"

He laughed "giggle" again.

Her phone rang, and she took it out to take a look, and the smile on her face became even bigger: "Hey, hey, Ruan Mohan, have you finished overtime? When will you come to pick me up?"

"Hey, hey, Ruan Mohan."

"Hey, hey, Ruan Mohan."

"Hey, hey, Ruan Mohan."

She kept smiling, as if singing Ruan Mohan's name into a song.

Wang Nuo lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the pages of the book in his hands again.

The following sentence automatically jumped into her eyes:

"The only thing I ask you to repay me is that you want to be a real lover. (Remark 3)"

There was a sound of frantically running footsteps, and the heels of the high-heeled shoes first hit the sand, rustling.

It hit the concrete floor again, boom boom boom.

Jian Shuo rushed to Wang Nuo with excitement in his voice: "Hahaha, glasses girl, Ruan Mohan is coming to pick me up!"

Wang Nuo raised his head and tried to keep his tone as light as possible: "Well, is it?"

There seemed to be tears in her eyes from the glare of the sun, but fortunately, she has always been rational and self-sufficient, and she can bear it back.

She knew that she would never lose this battle.

Lost completely, clearly.

******

Listening to the rooftop.

Ruan Mohan and Yang Haining sat side by side by the central flower bed, with a cigarette between their fingers.

Yang Haining smiled and said, "Miss Ruan, you are better than them all."

"They knew I was sick, so they didn't let me smoke. Three meals of soup a day were stewed, and my tongue was broken."

Ruan Mohan said indifferently: "I just think that one should not leave regrets in one's life."

"If you want to smoke, just smoke."

Yang Haining smiled: "You know my illness may be life-threatening, don't you?"

"How did you know?"

Ruan Mohan smoked a cigarette: "To tell you the truth, I have been investigating Jane's family, so I am also investigating...you."

"You have a cerebral hemangioma, and you only said it was a slight inflammation."

"That's it." Yang Haining exhaled a wisp of faint smoke.

Neither surprised nor angry.

Ruan Mohan looked at her quietly.

Yang Haining asked: "You started to investigate Jane's house, do you think something is going to happen to Lingyin?"

Ruan Mohan nodded.

Yang Haining smiled: "The first time I saw you since I was a child, I knew you were a smart kid."

"Lingyin is going to have an accident, but it's not necessarily a bad thing."

"If Jingxian Tingyin gets it, she can really take good care of it and carry it forward, and she will be regarded as a successor to Tingyin."

"A Ming is too soft-tempered after all, and his aptitude is mediocre. If the listening is handed over to him, sooner or later he will go downhill."

Ruan Mohan took a puff of cigarette: "So you already knew."

"I'm still surprised, even I think it's wrong, how can Ms. Bai hide it from you."

Ruan Mohan was only 12 years old when she met Yang Haining for the first time when she was a child. She was sensitive since she was a child, and she could already see that Yang Haining's eyes were like torches, and he was a more powerful actual manipulator than Jian Ke.

Yang Haining asked Ruan Mohan: "Why do you think it's wrong?"

"Mr. Jiang reminded me that Ms. Bai has a problem, and from the data I can see, I don't think it's right."

Yang Haining: "The data is not good?"

Ruan Mohan shook his head: "The data is too good to be true."

"Everything in the cooperation with GS has been too smooth, like a step-by-step inducement, and listening to all the wealth."

"GS is like a hermit crab. I think the day when the cooperative product is released is the day when GS squeezes Listening into bankruptcy."

Yang Haining took a puff of cigarette leisurely: "You guessed the same as I did."

"However, Jiang Karen and Jingxian are in a cooperative relationship, why did she remind you that Jingxian has a problem?"

"She knows that I pay attention to listening, and uses it as a bargaining chip, and wants to exchange something from me." Ruan Mohan said indifferently: "That's another matter."

Yang Haining smiled: "Then you don't need to tell me."

"I'm old, my energy is low, and I can't hold too many things in my heart."

The two smoked quietly again, and a gust of wind rolled up the dense smoke, which drifted away to the sky.

Yang Haining followed the wisp of smoke with his eyes, looking over, as if he was looking at his youth that never came back, and all the years.

"Why?" Ruan Mohan suddenly asked.

"If Mr. Jane is not the right heir, why can't you hand over Lingyin to Jian Shuo?"

Yang Haining smiled: "You want to ask me why I treat Ah Shuo so badly, don't you?"

Ruan Mohan nodded frankly.

Yang Haining asked: "Are you free tomorrow, will you come with me to Jane's house?"

******

Laughter Research Charity for Deaf Children.

Children had dinner earlier than adults, and Wang Nuo was in the classroom, helping the teachers.

When I passed by the window, I looked from the window to the playground and found that the swing was empty and there was no one there.

Wang Nuo was surprised: Jian Shuo has left?Ruan Mohan has come to pick her up?

She didn't think so.

If Ruan Mohan came, it was impossible to leave without saying hello to her.

After all, she has been Ruan Mohan's only friend for so many years.

Well, friend.

Just as he was thinking, he saw a white face hidden by the door of the classroom, with dark eyes shining slyly in the twilight.

Many times, Wang Nuo felt that Jian Shuo was like a cat.

She called Jian Shuo: "What are you doing here?"

Seeing that he had been discovered, Jian Shuo walked out with a coquettish and lazy smile on his face: "Come and help, okay?"

"Help?" Wang Nuo glanced at her.

"What are you doing, glasses girl, do you look down on me?" Jian Shuo laughed, wearing ten centimeter high heels, jumping back and forth with her left and right feet crossed, her hands raised in front of her chest, as if punching: "Hey, hey! "

"Why are you helping?"

"Help if you want." Jian Shuo said lazily.

The voice was lowered so low that only Wang Nuo could hear it: "After all, Ruan Qingyin is the child she adopted from you, right?"

Wang Nuo glanced at Jian Shuo and nodded.

"The way she said Yinyin reminded her of Xiaoqiu."

Jian Shuo thought for a while, on the bookshelf of Ruan Mohan's house, there were two side-by-side photo frames, and there were two children in them with very similar expressions.

She said "Oh".

He glanced at Wang Nuo again: "Ruan Mohan definitely didn't take the initiative to tell you about Ruan Qiu, how did you know?"

Wang Nuo looked at Jian Shuo again.

Sighing, she made up her mind, and said, "After she moved out of her aunt's house at the age of 14, she went to a local charity for deaf children, going to school and working at the same time."

"The person in charge of the organization is my mother's friend. After she was admitted to the university in Beicheng, she came to Xiaoyan to help."

"It turns out that Xiaoyan was opened by your mother?"

Wang Nuo nodded.

Jian Shuo rolled her eyes: "Since Ruan Mohan moved out of her aunt's house, her aunt really hasn't found her? Why did she suddenly appear again now?"

Wang Nuo: "How can I not find it? I don't want to look for it at all. At that time, Mo Han was just a poor student. Finding her back would add a lot of expenses to the family, and she didn't want to spend the money left by Mo Han's mother." , really spent on Mo Han."

"Now, if Mo Han hadn't known that he was rich, how could she have come to him?"

Jian Shuo let out a disdainful "Chi": "Smelly woman."

Wang Nuo followed suit and nodded: "Smelly woman."

Jian Shuo looked at Wang Nuo and let out a "ha".

Wang Nuo also looked at Jian Shuo: "If you dare to treat Mo Han badly, I will..."

"Oh, I just said you are amazing, girl with glasses." Jian Shuo smiled coquettishly: "What about you?"

"I just... I just..."

Jian Shuo laughed "giggle": "You can be you, you can be you, what exactly do you want?"

"It won't be bad for her. For her sake, I won't even eat ice cream."

Wang Nuo was startled: "Why?"

Jian Shuo giggled and said loudly, "That's my secret with Ruan Mohan!"

"I won't tell you! I won't tell you! I won't tell you!"