Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Rong Yue returned to the hospital. Ai Mengmeng sat on the sofa in the ward, holding a book of Rong Yue's work in her hand. She sat there and read it quietly.

Rong Yue pushed the door and entered, Ai Mengmeng immediately put down the book and stood up: "I'm back?"

He hummed, and went to sit down with her, "Just to hand in the manuscript, are you so worried?"

Ai Mengmeng lowered her eyes, "Rong Yue, I'm not worried, your health is not good, and Dr. Qin also said that you'd better not write a script."

He looked at her and smiled lightly: "It's only interest."

Ai Mengmeng looked at him, and stopped talking. She wanted to tell him about 40 million, but she couldn't say it.

She is too weak and naive. With her, Rong Yue might have a harder life.

Forty million, which is enough to last a lifetime, and what kind of caregiver and nanny can find, she thought somewhat self-deprecatingly... and she would only harm him.

Hard work, there is also the loss of male respect.

Ai Mengmeng closed her eyes, unwilling to recall what had just happened.

Ai Jia, came to her again.

This time, Ai Jia doesn’t need money——

When she was waiting in the ward, she received a call from Ai Jia.

Later, they met in the aisle of the hospital. Ai Jia took off the mask and smiled coldly: "The more Rong wants me to die, he wants me to go to jail."

Ai Mengmeng was in a daze, she didn't know what to say.

She has no affection for Ai Jia, and she also feels that Ai Jia's imprisonment is well deserved, she is too bad.

But she knew in her heart that it was definitely not a good thing for Ai Jia to come and find her.

So she lowered her eyes; "I can't help you."

"Really?" Ai Jia sneered: "I can't help, or I don't want to help, or you prefer me to be locked in a prison until I die. You must think I deserved it, right?"

At this time, Ai Mengmeng wanted to say yes.

But she can't, she knows Ai Jia is a lunatic, she can do everything.

Sure enough, when she was silent, Ai Jia spoke again: "Rong Yue is really a not very smart person. He thinks he can do what to me by grabbing the evidence? Too naive."

Ai Jia took a kraft paper bag and placed it in Ai Mengmeng's hand: "Look at this, you will know if you can bring me down!"

Ai Mengmeng held the brown paper with her fingers, and her fingertips were all white. She didn't want to look at it, but she knew in her heart that she had to look.

The hand was trembling and opened, but his face changed after a glance.

Ai Jia, unexpectedly...

Ai Mengmeng raised her eyes, with unspeakable exhaustion in her eyes, yes, exhaustion.

She lost.

Rong Yue also lost.

Qin Mo and He Huan lost.

Ai Jia is a frantic woman, and she is enough to send everyone to hell.

"We still underestimate you." Ai Mengmeng's voice was very soft: "What do you want me to do?"

"Succumbed?" Ai Jia chuckled slightly: "Are you still the sister I know? Aren't you very backbone?"

Ai Mengmeng closed her eyes: "I succumbed, but the final outcome will not be what you think."

"It won't be what you think." Ai Jia sneered: "I forgot to tell you how he called Liu Gui or Li Gui to you at the beginning. I heard that he has some wonderful things in his hands. Photos or something, Mengmeng, if you think about your tolerance, it will overflow, and you will look good. He won't find a woman anywhere. You tie him like this, is it too self-satisfying?"