Rose of Heaven

181-182

The aftershocks brought by the PDF are still going on.
    The only thing Chen  Xingchen was thankful for was that the man did not release the recording of Chen Xingyan confessing everything when she was too scared, which gave him room for maneuver. Incest
    is at most a moral scandal. In this circle, there are many people who sleep with their elder sister-in-law, younger sister-in-law, and daughters. Li Lingxian and Li Xiling are already a semi-open secret.
    But for some people, the giant that was once thought to be forever standing began to shake, and then a more intuitive idea would form-does that mean they can also be knocked down?
    Sister Money approached Lin Jingmo.
    She provided more than a dozen videos, all of which she had kept privately. In addition, there was a recording of Liu Tianmei. In the recording, Liu Tianmei said that if she died, it must be Sister Money who forced her to death.
    Lin Jingmo repeatedly assured her that she would save her daughter, and then she handed Sister Money to Cheng Yaosi.
    A few days later, Chen  Xingchen received clips of two of the videos in his private mailbox. Email body: You know what you have done.
    At that time, he had already given Li Lingxian the evidence of Li Mingze's crimes over the years as a token of his loyalty. After receiving Li Lingxian's verbal promise, he just breathed a sigh of relief.
    A long-distance call was made to Australia, where Uncle Kai settled Chen Xingyan.
    Coincidentally, Sister Money's daughter was also here.
    Sister Money had always been the one who recorded the video herself, and Chen  Xingchen was also worried about other people. Now that the video had leaked, it was self-evident which link had gone wrong. In addition, she had recently disappeared, so Chen  Xingchen could only use her daughter to force her out.
    Uncle Kai received the order and drove to Perth. Sister Money's daughter was in a boarding family in Perth and was currently in the first grade of elementary school.
    ...
    It was the end of summer in Australia, and the sky was blue like a gem.
    The school was dismissed at 3:30 in the afternoon. The little girl got on the yellow school bus and chattered with a good Chinese girl in the class that she was going to paint when she got home and couldn't go to play with her.
    Her mother had just sent her a full set of painting tools, and she had to paint something.
    The school bus stopped all the way and dropped off three children at the gate of the community.
    This community is quite safe. The three kids got out of the car hand in hand. The little girl's home was at the innermost, but it was only about 70 or 80 meters away.
    It had just rained at noon, and there was still water on the road. She jumped over the small puddle and didn't notice that a car had stopped not far behind her.
    Suddenly, there was a burst of noise. The little girl turned her head and saw an Asian man with black hair and black eyes being pressed to the ground by several other men who looked equally sturdy and strong. Half of his cheek was buried in the puddle, but his eyes were fixed on her.
    She was startled and ran home screaming. She had nightmares for several days.
    ...
    It had been more than half a month since the start of school. This was the second time Lin Jingmo went to school to apply for a transfer to another school.
    She was now an artist, and she had taken too many leave, which had a bad impact. The school leaders suggested that she transfer to the Performance Department of the Art Academy, which was in line with her current job and allowed her to take more leave.
    Lin Jingmo had no objection.
    She was fully armed and chose to go back at class time. The car drove all the way to the Academic Affairs Office and stopped, trying to shorten the distance from the onlookers.
    Under the guidance of the teacher, Lin Jingmo buried her head in filling out the information.
    Halfway through filling the form, the ink pen stopped flowing. Lin Jingmo shook it twice but it was no use. Then a black fountain pen was passed to her. Unlike the wholesale fountain pens, this one was wrapped in a black metal shell and looked very textured.
    Lin Jingmo was stunned. She had seen this pen many times.
    When she raised her head, Zhou Yanzheng had turned to the other side and had no eye contact with her. Lin Jingmo could only see half of his chin.
    She had never seen him from this angle. He looked a little strange and a little familiar.
    Lin Jingmo picked up the pen and continued to fill in the information, but her ears began to pay attention to the various noises that she had originally ignored.
    She heard someone say, "...The sea of ​​learning is endless, and Teacher Zhou's journey is the stars and the sea..."
    Someone else asked, "Teacher Zhou, when do you plan to come back? In fact, you can stay abroad and it won't delay anything."
    He's leaving?
    Lin Jingmo couldn't help but stop what she was doing. After a few seconds, the instructor next to her asked her kindly, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
    Just at this moment, Zhou Yanzheng's voice also reached her ears: "Not necessarily, it depends on the situation."
    Lin Jingmo's heart was rising and falling with his words. Suddenly
    I understood why some people can't be together, and they have to stay in that person's city. It turns out that it's just for a tiny connection. Maybe he walks past the corner of the street, and you are at the end of the street. I feel a little comforted.
    This is actually quite good. Lin Jingmo continued to fill in the form with a smile on her face.
    I don't know who suggested taking a photo with Lin Jingmo.
    There is a terrace outside the office, a natural good place.
    Lin Jingmo stood there, watching them direct and arrange, and finally Zhou Yanzheng became the one taking the photo.
    She still had Zhou Yanzheng's pen in her hand, and was pulled to the middle by a female teacher. Zhou Yanzheng faced the camera with one eye, but the other eye was not closed, looking at the crowd a few meters away, with no end in sight.
    He shouted, "One, two, three."
    It was late February, and the wind seemed to be warm, but Lin Jingmo still felt desolate. With a click, she was filled with cold wind, but in the photo, she still smiled the brightest at him.
    ...
    Cheng Yaosi told Lin Jingmo about this after letting Uncle Kai go.
    Lin Jingmo didn't quite understand why he did this.
    If Sister Money's accusation could put Chen Xingchen in jail, with Uncle Kai, he would definitely be sentenced to death.
    She needed his explanation, but Cheng Yaosi was ambiguous and didn't give her a clear answer.
    Cheng Yaosi was at a party, and heard Lin Jingmo asking patiently, "Where are you? I'll find you."
    This kind of party looks lively, but it's just a small thing.
    Cheng Yaosi himself doesn't like to attend parties, but throughout the year, there are always a few people who have to show up. Seeing the people who decorate the party change one after another, and the fixed people are unshakable, in the end it is a monotonous carnival. He often feels bored halfway through, just like tonight's party. Thousands of funny compliments are not as beautiful as Lin Jingmo's.
    Lin Jingmo rushed directly from the magazine set to the club where the party was held.
    The relationship between the two of them is "not to be seen in the light". Lin Jingmo got out of the car on the road and told his assistant Gao Na to go back first.
    Gao Na glanced around and saw that there was no one around, so it was unlikely that paparazzi were around. She reminded Lin Jingmo and left.
    Lin Jingmo called Cheng Yaosi. This kind of high-end club usually cannot be entered without a guide.
    The call was connected, and she said, "I'm here."
    Cheng Yaosi pulled himself away from the hustle and bustle, raised his leg, and said to the other side, "I'll pick you up."
    Some people, even if they don't talk much, are definitely not just a foil in the hustle and bustle. Cheng Yaosi's casual movement can attract a lot of attention. His voice is low, but it can still be heard. People whisper to each other, "Who is it?"
    No one knows.
    ...
    Lin Jingmo left in a hurry, and she still had her makeup and hair for the magazine shoot.
    The theme of the magazine shoot today is oil painting girls. Her hair is done in disposable wool curls, and her makeup is also leaning upwards. A layer of blush is applied horizontally, and on the bridge of her nose.
    Hearing the voice behind her, Lin Jingmo turned around, and her curly hair was floating leisurely in the wind. The dim night light covered her head, and she was really no different from a fairy in an oil painting.
    Cheng Yaosi stretched out his hand, and a strand of hair fell into his palm. Just as he felt itchy, the girl opposite raised her hand and knocked it away. He knew that she was angry, and it was because of him, so he didn't care. He smiled and held her hand: "Let's go, have dinner with me, and we can talk while we eat."
    In addition to the warmth on his wrist, there was also a feeling of being scratched by a flesh thorn. Lin Jingmo lowered her head and pried it open. SHe didn't notice it just now, but now she looked closely and saw that several new calluses had grown on his palm.
    There were also many barbs at the junction of the nails and the flesh.
    She actually guessed why, but didn't want to ask him, so she shook it off and walked to the front.
    Cheng Yaosi stood behind her and sighed - how could he fall in love with such an ungrateful girk.
   
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