100 styles of Sheng Shao's wife

Chapter 2799
Sheng Yilang took steps upstairs, and Molly followed behind him. She observed the store carefully. training.

Not bad, the environment is pretty good, but... who will pay for this cup of coffee today?
She can't afford it!
"Hey, hey!" She hurried towards him, came to his side, and turned to look at him.

Sheng Yilang put his hands in his trouser pockets, his expression was a little cold, "What's the matter?"

"Do you have a treat today?" She asked expectantly as she walked.

"Can you afford it?"

"..."

So, is it him?

Molly nodded and was relieved.

At this time, two waiters came towards me on the stairs, "Hello, Young Master Sheng." They stopped and nodded in salute.

"Well, hello." His voice was flat, but his face was much gentler.

Then they hurriedly gave way, and Sheng Yilang continued to move forward.

When Molly passed in front of them, they took a look at her, and they were very puzzled, who is this girl, Young Master Sheng?This attire, this attire, is totally cheap.

It can't be Shao Sheng's style, right?

After going up to the second floor, Sheng Yilang led her to the door of a certain private room.

Does the cafe have private rooms?
This refreshed Molly's cognition again. The corners of her lips twitched, and she turned to look at him, "Is she in here?"

"Ah."

He reached out and pushed the door open, only to see two booths in a small space.

A middle-aged woman was sitting on a booth.

There were two young men sitting on another deck, when they saw Sheng Yilang, they stood up quickly, "Hello, Young Master Sheng."

"Thank you." He walked towards them.

Molly also walked into the private room, her eyes were always on the woman.

The private room is very beautiful and the layout is very elegant, but at this moment, she has no intention of admiring it at all.

She came across from the woman and sat down.

When the woman saw her, she was startled for a moment, and then she looked blank. This girl... seemed to have known her before, but she couldn't be sure.

"How did you become like this?" Molly thought it was funny, and looked her up from top to bottom, "Did my father give you money, or didn't he? You have to say yes, why are you dressed like this?" Old-fashioned? Can it cater to my dad's taste? And look at your face, the creases are all out, women don't take care of it?"

"Who is your father?" The woman was at a loss.

Molly froze for a moment, "Do you have other mistresses out there?"

"Girl." The woman also looked at her critically, with a yellow afro, suspenders with exposed flesh, and ripped jeans, "I don't know you."

"As long as I know you. I haven't finished my sentence yet. If my father treats you badly and doesn't give you money, why are you so fat?"

"Who is your father?"

"I'm Molly, who do you think my dad is?"

"..." Something obviously flashed in the woman's eyes, and then she lowered her eyes, and stopped talking in silence.

Molly knew this woman, and she was deeply impressed once she saw her, and she would never forget it in her life.

This is the woman who took her father away.

"..." The woman raised her eyes again. She was shocked that Molly had grown so big.

"Come on, let's talk about your feelings. Do you regret that you were a threesome?" Molly looked at her blankly, her tone was leisurely, "Give you a chance to do it all over again, would you still choose this way?"

Women don't make noise.

"How? Why do I feel that you are not doing well recently." She looked at her again, this woman is not as delicate and coquettish as she was when she was young.

She even aged very fast, faster than Molly imagined.

What has she experienced all these years?
Molly understood her expression, smiled, and asked, "Did my dad abandon you?"

"Molly, I'm sorry." This is from the woman's heart.

"I don't want your sorry, a word of sorry can't heal the wound in my heart." She stared at the woman, her dark eyes were as deep as a deep well, "I just want to tell you that in this world, I am the most I hate women like you."

"You don't understand feelings." The woman's voice was a little suppressed.

"Don't talk about feelings with me." Molly stared at her with sarcasm on her lips, "I'm talking about morality with you."

The woman was silent for a while.

Molly took the opportunity to mock her, "I thought that a woman like you would be beautiful and loved all her life. I never expected to see you again. You will be like this."

"Your father had a car accident." The woman said softly.

Molly didn't care, "Is he dead?"

"..." The woman saw disdain and disgust in the child's eyes, which is insignificant after a lot of disappointments have been accumulated.

Since she came to see the joke, the woman did not intend to tell her the details.

Of course, the woman was not in a hurry to leave, she knew that Molly would not let her go, she couldn't leave.

Just how old is Molly?How could it be so powerful?Someone actually helped her tie herself from a long way away.

She wouldn't have given up her studies and started hanging around outside, right?
"Molly... I really don't know what else to say besides saying sorry to you."

"I'm asking you, is he dead?" Molly was really not sad, not at all, at least her expression was not sad. She crossed her legs, tilted her head, and even her eyes were full of playfulness and anticipation.

The woman was stabbed by the indifferent eyes.

And she was waiting for an answer.

After a while, the woman shook her head, "Not dead."

"What about others?"

"He...he was responsible for the car accident, and the car was not insured, so he lost all the money at that time."

"I didn't ask money, I asked people." Molly stared at her coldly.

The woman thought for a while, and said truthfully, "I am disabled, can't get up, have to sit in a wheelchair, can't speak, and my consciousness is not very clear. I have been taking care of it."

"..." Molly was a little shocked, so, is this true love?

"Do you have proof?" Molly asked her. "Did you take a picture with your phone?"

After a while, the woman took out her mobile phone, opened the photo album, dug out a few photos inside, and handed over the mobile phone.

Molly's chest shrank slightly, but she didn't show any signs of expression, and reached out to take the phone.

The man in the photo is visibly thinner and older.

If you don't identify it carefully and take a cursory look, you won't be able to recognize her father at all.

He was lying on his side on the bed, his expression looked a bit painful, but the surrounding environment in the photo was still very tidy.

The woman's eyes fell on her, "Your father misses you very much, if it's convenient, go and see him."

"Inconvenient." Molly said coldly, and then threw the phone towards her casually, "You have been taking care of him?"

"..." The woman didn't dare to take credit, she nodded and acquiesced.

Molly's eyes were indifferent, she got up from her side and complained, "I can't live without doing my own crime."

(End of this chapter)