I don't deserve your love

"What's so good about Mrs. Zhan?"

As Zhang Mingmei said, she brought the prepared medicine to him, and stared at him sharply.

"Enjoy endless glory and wealth."

Zhan Fei reminded her to drink the medicine afterwards.

Zhang Mingmei smiled slightly when she watched him drink the medicine, then put away her keen gaze, turned around and returned to her own place, and told him seriously, "I'm not interested in being rich and famous."

"Then what are your interests? Besides researching medicine."

Zhan Fei glanced at her bottles and cans, she seemed to do this everywhere she went.

Zhang Mingmei also looked down at those things, then raised her eyes to look at him with a smile, and said calmly, "I'll let you and Bei Wei not end well."

"..."

Zhan Fei looked at her, trembling in his heart, but soon laughed again, "You dare not."

Zhang Mingmei didn't speak any more, and nodded in approval.

Zhan Fei no longer needs a wheelchair, although he is still limping.

After he left, Zhang Mingmei breathed a sigh of relief. Since then, she had no tools to communicate with the outside world, so she thought for a while and went downstairs.

"Miss Zhang, there is ginseng soup in the kitchen, would you like a bowl?"

"OK, all right."

Zhang Mingmei nodded in agreement when she heard what her aunt said, and followed her to the kitchen.

At this time, there was no one on the first floor, Zhang Mingmei thought it was funny, they really couldn't guard against her.

The aunt filled her with ginseng soup, carried it to the dining table and put it down, "Miss, please drink it here, it's still hot, don't burn your delicate little hands."

Hearing those words, Zhang Mingmei walked over and flashed her hands in front of her: "My hands are not delicate in the first place."

The aunt looked at her hands and was also a little surprised. Nowadays, young people basically take good care of their hands.

But Zhang Mingmei's hands are rough.

Zhang Mingmei raised her cuffs inadvertently, and the aunt's eyes dimmed. It can be described as shocking, "Miss, are you injured? Did you apply medicine?"

"Applying medicine? Maybe there will be new injuries later, let's forget it."

Zhang Mingmei pulled out a chair and sat down, drinking soup with a look of complete indifference.

The aunt looked at it, but she was heartbroken. If it hadn't been for the fact that Zhanjia gave a lot of money, she would have given up on Zhanjia's messy situation. Now that Zhang Mingmei is still injured, she feels even more , I'd better resign as soon as possible.

But what about the poor girl?

The aunt looked at her, and then quietly glanced outside.

"Auntie, can I use your phone?"

"what?"

The aunt withdrew her eyes from looking outside, and when she looked down and saw Zhang Mingmei was in tears, her mother's love suddenly flooded, and she quietly took out her mobile phone from her pocket.

"Auntie, is there any more ginseng soup?"

Auntie put her cell phone back into her pocket immediately, and answered nervously, "Not yet, there is still."

"Help me a bowl."

Bei Wei walked into the kitchen listlessly, wearing a pink silk nightgown.

I didn't expect to see Zhang Mingmei, but after seeing it, she was also out of interest. She opened the chair opposite her and sat down, took the soup that her aunt gave her, glanced at her before drinking it, and asked, "I'm still in the mood to drink soup ? I heard that the young master of the Su family has lost his leg."

Zhang Mingmei stopped drinking soup because of that sentence, and turned to look up at her, "Aren't you afraid that you will end up dying?"

"Did you curse your own mother like that? Seeing that you are so capable now, didn't you inherit my good genes? You should hope that I will have a good old age."

Bei Wei said, drinking the soup slowly.

The aunt had already left, and Zhang Mingmei felt anxious again, but she still lowered her head and drank the soup in her bowl calmly.

"I'm done drinking."

After a while, she got up to leave.

"Help me another bowl."

Bei Wei suddenly picked up her own bowl and ordered her.

Zhang Mingmei glanced at the empty bowl and reminded her, "It's not good to drink too much ginseng soup at night."

"Why are you talking so much? I don't know if it's okay? Go to Sheng."

Bei Wei did not allow her to resist.

Zhang Mingmei nodded, took her bowl to fill the soup.

Bei Wei turned her head to look at her, and the more she looked at her, the more unpleasant she became. This girl is her daughter, and she is also the person she hates the most now.

It would be fine if Zhang Mingmei obediently listened to her arrangement at the beginning, but now, she only thinks Zhang Mingmei is an eyesore.

Zhang Mingmei served the soup, stirred the spoon twice in the bowl, took a piece of paper and wiped her ring finger that 'accidentally' protruded into the bowl, then threw the paper in the trash can, and went out with the bowl.

Bei Wei looked at her coldly, "Did Zhan Fei tell you anything recently?"

"Have."

Zhang Mingmei looked at her and said.

Bei Wei stopped drinking the soup and looked up at her, "What did you say?"

"Tell me to consider being the young wife of the Zhan family, and I will enjoy endless glory and wealth."

"Heh, doesn't he know that you like the crippled Su family?"

"..."

Disabled?

Zhang Mingmei looked at Bei Wei, slowly leaned closer to her, and reminded in a cold voice: "I don't like the disabled anymore, I want to be rich and famous now."

"Just you? You don't deserve it."

Bei snorted and laughed, lowered her head and continued to enjoy her ginseng soup, she was too tired recently, she really needed to drink more and hang herself.

And Zhang Mingmei watched her drink the soup one mouthful at a time, she just thought that this woman should be damned.

In fact, she originally planned to pretend to be a good person and deliver a cup of hot milk to Bei Wei, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.

It's just that she is a little worried about timing.

Bei Wei got up after drinking the soup, and before she left, she ordered: "Wash the dishes before going to bed. Thinking about it this way, if you haven't washed the dishes for me, you should consider it a filial piety."

Zhang Mingmei was speechless, filial piety?

She will do it.

Bei Wei walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't think about it, Mrs. Zhanjia, you missed the best time, you have to remember, you are on my side, and you can only accept what I give you." , You can’t take what Zhanfei gave you.”

After Bei Wei finished speaking, she left tiredly, she planned to have a good sleep, she was so tired.

"mom."

Zhang Mingmei suddenly turned around and looked at her back and cried out.

Bei frowned slightly, the mother and daughter were separated by a screen.

"Would you go to my room first and wait a while? I washed the dishes and went to talk to you."

The tone was still cold, but the mother's words just now made Bei Wei go upstairs and enter her room.

Zhang Mingmei took the bowl, washed it and put it in the cupboard.

The older a person is, the longer they seem to be able to endure.

Zhang Mingmei is a person who has a strong endurance since she was a child. After all, she has learned to observe words and emotions after being abandoned since she was a child, and she has learned more and more.

Faced with Bei Wei and Zhan Fei's torture, isn't she used to it?

Looking at the watch on his wrist, it was only past nine o'clock.

Zhang Mingmei slightly raised her head and sighed.

This night, seemingly ordinary, actually lurked dangerously.

If it's not handled well and no one outside will respond to her, then she may really not be able to get out of Zhan's house tomorrow.