In the white and quiet ward, a pale and pale woman was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Sitting next to her was a young woman with a black hair like a waterfall, pure and beautiful eyebrows, and her appearance was similar to that of the person on the bed.

She seemed to have been sitting here for a long time, the people around her coming and going, but she was holding the hand of the unconscious woman intently, closing her eyes as if praying religiously.

The room was bare and without any decoration, only a few green plants were placed on the window sill, so that the room full of disinfectant smell was not so lifeless.

There is also a drawing board standing in the corner, and several drawing papers are sandwiched on the board. The top one only outlines a part of the line. It looks messy and unreasonable, but it makes the person who sees it feels that the person who wrote the pen is busy. Feeling grey.

Shen Nian's mother, who was guarding the original owner, sat for a long time.

The original owner's obsession with her mother is very deep. She has always regretted that she has fallen in hopeless love without saving her mother. So the first thing Shen Nian came here was to visit Shen Mother.

She just probed Shen Mu Yu Qiu's body with only a little aura. Fortunately, Yu Qiu's illness was already almost as good as before. The coma was shocked by the sudden news of her husband's suicide and death. After recuperation, as long as the mood is restored, it will soon get better.

But...Shen Nian looked around this luxuriously decorated ward, and twitched.

It is imperative to make money, Shen Nian sighs, otherwise, even this sanitarium can not afford to live.

Her gaze fell on the drawing board in the corner.

Shen Nian got up and walked over, looking at the painting that the mother of the original owner had spent time painting before.

Mother Shen should also be a very gentle person. Under her paintbrush, the green grass, the blue sky, the flowers, and every scenery seemed to bring sunshine, love and cherish of life. However, the further back, the less sunlight in the painting, as if to show that she gradually lost her will to live.

This is a bit difficult.

Shen Nian does not find it difficult to make money. But it is very difficult for a person who has a sense of death to rekindle his desire for life.

After pondering for a while, she simply picked up the paintbrush and squeezed the paint back onto the already dried palette.

"Jichuan, your grandfather doesn't want to go back to the old mansion now. What is the point of coming here every day?"

At the other end of the same level of the nursing home, outside the VIP high-end ward, in a professional dress, a neatly dressed young woman is having some puzzled questions. Handsome male frowning beside him.

The two were close together, and it was obvious that the relationship was close.

"It's said that old children, old children, old men are old and self-willed, but we as juniors, can not follow the self-will."

Jiang Jichuan after years of edification by high-ranking households, his posture is already very elegant, and he is gentle in speaking . Courtesy, this is also the place that attracts Lu Yao.

It's just that Jiang Jichuan knows that these are all masks. He is still the poor kid in essence, hiding inferiority and uneasiness in his heart.

"Jichuan, you are really filial!"

Since Lu Yao knew that Jiang Jichuan had divorced her for the original match, she felt that the man's sincerity gradually changed him and became a younger woman. "But people are meeting today. It's been a day, and my feet are tired!"

For the sake of temperament and beauty, Lu Yao waits for a seven-centimeter gauguin to go to work every day.

"It's hard work."

Jiang Jichuan wrapped her arms around the woman's waist and kissed her cheek. "Go back later and give you a massage."

"That's what you said!" Lu Yao was smiling, she was used to being abroad, simply I didn't care that such an occasion was not suitable for the two to have a love relationship, and I didn't feel shy. I urged Jiang Jichuan and urged, "Then let's go back~"

Jiang Jichuan wanted to go in and spend more time with his grandfather, but he couldn't bear his girlfriend to be cute. Nodded and led her back.

The two of them didn't know. In the ward, the gray-haired old man was leaning his head against the door with his ears and listening to the conversation between the two.

"Huh! This girl is really unpretentious!" Mr. Jiang murmured, "It's still a good idea, be clever and clever and quiet, and will help the old man take care of flowers and plants to read to the old man! Alas, young people now... ...I don't know what toss about! A good wife doesn't want to pick wildflowers on the roadside!"

"Ah! I don't know if the Chlorophytum in my family is still alive...it won't work. I'll ask someone to take it tomorrow!"

"Ji Chuan, did that woman really agree to divorce?"

Lu Yao walked on the clean corridor of the nursing home, and Lu Yao confirmed with confidence. "Will she deliberately be angry with you and come back to toss?" "

Jiang Jichuan shook his head, "Shen Nian is not that kind of woman."

Although he did not love her, but the ex-wife's person for so many years has never doubted that the woman is just too small, and pretended to be him, he would not go Think about other things.

It's just...Jiang Jichuan remembered the woman's decisive look that night, and felt a pain in her heart.

Fortunately, they don't love each other anymore, they don't owe each other.

Lu Yao saw the man in a daze, his lips flicked. Shen Nian, the kind of green tea bitch she saw more abroad, wouldn't she just pretend?

How about pretending to be another, hasn't she taken the man?

Anyway, the hostess of the Jiang family will be her, and only her.

Just walking like this, Jiang Jichuan suddenly remembered that Shen Nian's mother seemed to live here too.

It was the room he arranged at the time, and the fee he paid.

He has visited Shen Nian twice and seems to be on this floor too?

At that moment, there were two nurses passing by, and Jiang Jichuan turned sideways, and at a glance saw the familiar back of the half-open ward holding a paintbrush quietly.

Lu Yao (disdain): Oh, green tea bitch!

Shen Nian (Laughing): Come, sister, sister teach you well, what is green tea bitch.