The 1970s Female Supporting Actress Counterattack

51 Extra: Previous Life

Others are 42 years old, with happy families and successful careers. Lin Wanwan is 42 years old, alone, with almost no savings, and she has a strange disease, lying in bed waiting to die.

Two months ago, Lin Wanwan got a strange disease, which made her weak, coughing constantly, and occasionally having a high fever. It happened that Qin Yan asked her to borrow money to send his son to study abroad.

Although she was very restrained, Lin Wanwan still had feelings for him at this time, so she lent him her half-life savings - 60,000 yuan.

However, when she fell ill and wanted to see a doctor, and asked Qin Yan to return part of the money to him, he was indifferent and even closed the door later.

A part of Lin Wanwan's world collapsed. It turned out that money can test people's hearts. To Qin Yan, she was just a money-taking machine. She had no feelings for him at all. It was a pity that she still thought about him in every way.

Lin Wanwan was disheartened. Her family had cut off ties with her because she had always sided with Qin Yan when she was not in a clear mind.

Now her feelings for Qin Yan were also broken, and she had no money for medical treatment. She had lost the will to live. When she had no money to eat, she would die.

A month ago, Song Zhi, who had just been released from prison, had nowhere to go. Lin Wanwan took him in and asked him to take care of her daily life. At this time, the kitchen was already heated with cooking smoke.

Lin Wanwan was lying on the bed in the bedroom, staring at the ceiling for a while, feeling bored. She struggled to get up and reach the newspaper on the bedside.

She moved towards it little by little, and finally reached the newspaper and picked it up. When she opened the newspaper, a photo fell from it.

It was a half-length photo of Qin Yan, which she had tried so hard to get before, but thought she had lost it, but she didn't expect it to be here.

Lin Wanwan was now annoyed when she saw this face, and she wanted to cut it into pieces.

Song Zhi came in with the freshly cooked meal. He was much stronger than before, with a flat head, a shallow scar at the corner of his eye, and wheat skin.

He saw the photo in Lin Wanwan's hand, and his eyes turned cold. "It's time to eat."

Lin Wanwan put the photo on the newspaper, closed it, and threw it aside.

She was still weak, and her hands still trembled when she took the spoon. Anyway, Song Zhi had to serve her to pay the rent, so she asked: "Feed me."

Song Zhi's eyes twitched, but he didn't refuse. He moved a chair and sat beside the bed to feed her soup.

After all, she was still unfamiliar with it. The soup was still very hot just out of the pot. Song Zhi didn't blow it, but scooped it up and handed it to Lin Wanwan's mouth.

There was a layer of oil on the surface of the chicken soup, but it didn't emit any steam. Lin Wanwan didn't know it was just out of the pot, so she opened her mouth and drank it.

As a result, she shuddered from the heat and couldn't help but spit out the chicken soup she had just drunk. Part of the chicken soup fell on the quilt, and the other part flowed down her mouth and neck.

Song Zhi quickly put down the soup and took a tissue to wipe the soup that flowed on her body.

Although Lin Wanwan had a hard life in recent years, she learned a craft and worked in a pastry shop, so she didn't have to experience the wind and rain. Although she didn't take special care of herself, she aged slowly, her skin was white, and there were only a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes.