Chapter 3:

He Wei drank his watch, counting the numbers of one second and one second, but when he made an estimate, he found that Nie Feizhan stayed on the second floor.
The potato chips in He Wei's hand flew out half, and stared at the screen.
Hey hey? Why did you stop, you can catch up to the next two floors!
"She hasn't got on the train yet! Why did you stop ?!"
Nie Feizhan did not speak.
He Wei had to call up monitoring.
But when he saw the back of Nie Feizhan, he suddenly understood something.
He stood in front of the window on the stairway on the second floor.
Although his back was facing him, He Wei knew that he was looking at Rong Mo's car.
He couldn't see Nie Feizhan's expression, he could only see his shoulders undulating slightly.
This is of course not tiring, this physical exhaustion is nothing to him at all, it may only be because of emotional reasons.
So He Wei could imagine that he stared at the car with all the expressions-surely the same as when he was protecting the girl in the dark and watching her leave.
He Wei hated iron and steel and patted the table. All the potato chips in the potato chip bag suddenly flew out.
"Why don't you go to her?"
Nie Feizhan did not speak for a long time, until Rong Mo's car slowly left.
After a while, his hoarse voice sounded, "... I don't know."
"Are you accustomed to this? You are not afraid of the situation of their family. She is bullied or cannot stand herself? She is not so strong, in case she ..."
"Well," Nie Feizhan said, "You shut up."
"..."
How dare you be angry or dare not speak.
Nie Feizhan now talks to him with the sound of popping out of his teeth. He continues, fearing that he has to go to the hospital to lie down for a while. Ten of them are not enough for Nie Feizhan to play.
Only Rong Mo was able to smooth his terrible temper easily, but this guy didn't even dare to see the girl's face.
In this world, only Rong Mo is his only nemesis.
Back at home, Rong Mo wanted the nanny to take a bath, but remembered that her aunt, Wu, who had been taking care of her, was forcibly picked up by her daughter because she was questioned once by the investigator, and Lin Sa was arranged by her during the day Going to do something else, and still on my way back.
For so many years, she has been accustomed to their care. Those who live at home to reach out for food and open their mouths for a few months may not be a luxury or ridiculous thing for others, but a lot for her. Years of daily life.
"Momo, even if Dad is not around, you have to be strong."
"You may face many bad things. No one can really understand you and help you, but you must be convinced that everything will be fine."
Rong Mo pushed the wheelchair to the bathroom by herself and slowly took off her clothes.
She didn't do this alone, but when she turned on the faucet to put in water and tried to get up from the wheelchair to go to the bathtub, she found that she couldn't help herself.
She worked hard several times, and the end result was that she fell beside the bathtub, hit her waist by the bathtub, and fell back to the wheelchair with pain.
She covered the place where she was hit, and knew that after a while, it would be a terrible bruise.
Her skin is too delicate, leaving traces after a slight touch, and the bruise left by rubbing will be difficult to see, and it will take a long time to disappear, and because of this, when she was in a wheelchair, no less She wanted to get hurt by herself, and every time her father jumped anxiously, anxious to let the nanny stare at her for 24 hours to take care of her.
She gasped for a moment, and tears fell down.
Rong Mo, you are really useless.
Why are you so useless?
Your father dragged the sick and was taken away by the police, your family business was on the verge of bankruptcy, the people around you left one by one, and your favorite person was hiding from you, not even willing to meet you.
And you can't do anything, you can't even take care of yourself.
Why are you so useless?
What do you live for?
The crashing cry in the bathroom rang for a long time until Linsa returned.
"Miss, are you inside?"
After a while, Rong Mo's response came from the bathroom.
"... I'm taking a shower."
Immediately, Linsa heard that she was wrong.
Rong Mo never cries in front of people, which also means that she is never willing to show her fragility in front of others, even if there are more things that she can't bear, she can hold on and not let herself drop a drop outside Tears.
She once said that she was already a waste person, and she didn't want to be another one, she could only cry in a wheelchair.
And at this moment, the faint, wailing voice was not heard by Linsa.
She stayed with Rong Mo for five years. She only heard that she was soft and sweet when she was a kid. Like every little girl she was petted, she was petulant and wayward. Every time she cried, she would make people coax a long time .
But these years, the Rong Mo she saw was completely without the shadow of that little girl.
But on the other side, Linsa had never seen it before.
Linsa couldn't help feeling a little worried. "Miss, let me in to help you."
"Come in later."
"Ok."
After Lin Sa went in, Rong Mo was still sitting in a wheelchair, but she was soaked.
Linsa quickly hugged her into the bathtub, and when she finished bathing, Linsa wanted to massage her legs.
Rong Mo's legs actually look similar to normal people's legs, except that the skin is too pale and even the blood vessels can be seen, and there is also a noticeable scar on the thigh of the left leg.
Linsa only knew that Rong Mo had a very serious accident when she was a child. The accident caused her mother to die, and she was in a wheelchair and never stood up again.
All the people who knew the matter were so secretive about it, and Rong Ji also explained that no one could mention it.
In the past, it was Auntie Wu or a doctor who helped her massage. Now Auntie Wu is not there. Lin Sa wants to try to press her, but Rong Mo refuses.
"What happened to what I asked you to do?"
Linsa bowed her head in guilt. "I'm sorry, ma'am. With my network, I can't find it in a short time."
Rong Mo said, "She is too cunning to blame you."
"Miss, I heard you went to the auction house this afternoon, but the old house was not auctioned, but was stopped by Z ... by Mr. Nie."
Rong Mo was half-lying on the bed, and said, "Yes."
Linsa hesitated. "If you use his intelligence network ..."
"Sister Say, stop talking."
"Sorry, miss."
"Our Rong family hasn't fallen that fast yet." Rong Mo suddenly laughed and said, "But everyone is watching our jokes. Those who laugh at me, including the artists under Yuntian, are really ridiculous ... ... "
Yuntian is an artist agency owned by Rongshi, and that company is actually a birthday gift given to her by her father when she was 20 years old. In other words, she is the boss behind that company.
"Miss..."
Linsa wanted to comfort her, but she would never comfort people. Her typical limbs were developed, her mouth was stupid, and she didn't know what to say.
Rong Mo suddenly said: "Sister Sa, do you believe my father is innocent?"
"Mr. Rong was framed by others." Linsa finally knew what he should say. "You can rest assured that we will find evidence to let Mr. Rong clear his grievances. I will go to Mr. Duan tomorrow."
"General Duan? Long Duanwei's Duan Xiao?"
"Yes, have you forgotten? You and Mr. Duan's wife are still friends."
"I remember, Chu Xiaotian."
Rong Mo thinks of that lovely girl. She always jealous of others, because although she is physically disabled, she also has a lot of things that ordinary people ca n’t have, and that girl is a rare person to make her envy.
Not only because her family is perfect, but also because the innocent and lovely smile on her face is always contagious to anyone.
And the man who looked as indifferent and powerful as Nie Feizhan gave his wife unlimited tolerance and love.
Therefore, she has always been envious of Chu Xiaotian.
After all, she couldn't even want to see that person.
"Sister Sa, open me a wine bar and I want to sleep."
Linsa knows that she hasn't slept well for a long time. She can't want to take too many sleeping drugs, so she occasionally drinks red wine to help sleep.
"it is good."
Linsa didn't bother her again. "Call me when you want to go to bed."
"No, go and rest, I will go to bed myself."
Linsa was still a little uneasy, but she could see that Rong Mo wanted to be alone and had to go out.
Rong Mo can't exercise all the year round, so she's weak. She can't drink very much. She gets dizzy after drinking two glasses.
This is just right, it is easy to fall asleep, and it is not easy to have nightmares ...
Let's crawl on the bed later.
She drank a lot, and when she realized she was drinking too much, she was already lying on a wheelchair and was about to fall asleep.
Strangely, she noticed a breath close to herself.
She was drunk and exhausted. She didn't have the strength to bomb, but the breath was so familiar that she couldn't help opening her eyes.
"is it you?"
She looked at the tall and fuzzy figure in front of her eyes, and stretched out her hand, "Z ... you hug me, okay?"
The man seemed to pause.
He bent down her tall body in front of her wheelchair, almost kneeling in front of her with one knee, and looked into her eyes.
But even with such a gesture, he is powerful, like a cheetah who suppressed his explosive power, and showed a rare tenderness to the girl in front of him.
"What do you call me?"
Rong Mo narrowed his eyes.
Her consciousness had been blurred, and it seemed that Kama had returned to the age of sixteen when she was just rescued from the kidnappers by him.
The man with a scum on his face was fierce and deep.
Is this really the young and handsome man in front of you?
If she is really a person, what should she call him?