美味的工作女孩 电影

Sister Black Water had been sleeping for a whole night, since she came back with a frightening pale face last night.

Black Water’s hands covered her belly and looked very peaceful.

"Sister Lingling, what are you doing?"

Little pig asked Little Rabbit Monster Lingling, who climbed onto the bed and got close to Black Water’s face.

The rabbit monster blinked its eyes, "I will try to see if I can kiss Sister Black Water awake."

"Ah?"

"Fool! Did you forget how the prince woke up the princess?" the little rabbit monster, Lingling, straightened its back, "Stop eating! Stupid pig!"

Lingling rolled its eyes, and pouted its mouth, getting close to Black Water’s lips.

The little monsters were reminded of the words of Black Water, that a kiss was a very private issue; therefore, they only peeped at it through their finger gaps.

When they almost kissed... Lingling swallowed some saliva but suddenly felt the heart beat faster.

Its body became dry, its face turned hot, and there was a weird feeling in its chest.

It felt nervous and expectant... The little rabbit demon, LingLing, then became short of breath.

But Black Water suddenly opened her eyes.

As they gazed at each other, the little rabbit monster, Lingling, was taken aback and stood up, but it didn’t manage to maintain balance and fell down from the bed.

It covered its forehead, saying with surprise, "Sister Black Water, you woke up!"

Black Water gave it a ’hush’ gesture, "You guys, go hide somewhere."

As soon as she said that, all members went to different places to hide. Some went beneath the bed, some sneaked into the wardrobe, washroom, the bottom of the table, and some hid behind the TV.

They were trained with regularity.

Yes, they were, but Black Water didn’t look happy at all. Because they should have been living happily in the forest.

Black Water sighed, getting out of the bed and walking to the door... then opened it.

She saw Shen Meihuan standing at the doorway, Before she knocked at it, the door had been opened.

Shen Meihuan revealed a slight hint of surprise on her face.

"What’s the matter?" Black Water looked at her.

Her eyes looked red and swollen, but her spirit was totally different... Maybe because the solution was pretty good.

"I, I heard that person said that it was because of you..." Shen Meihuan tried to explain the purpose of her visit.

Black Water interrupted her, "If there is nothing else, go back, I’m not interested in talking to you. And don’t come to me in the future."

"No matter what..." Shen Meihuan took a deep breath, "Thank you for helping me and I won’t forget it forever!"

"Do whatever you like." Black Water said emotionlessly, and was about to shut the door, "We don’t have anything to tell each other, go back and look after your kid, don’t lose him again."

Shen Meihuan stopped her from shutting the door. From the gap, she looked at this unknown and mysterious woman.

Shen Meihuan said with appreciation, "I’ll give birth to him and have him grow up healthily. And ask him to call me mum!"

"Give birth?" Black Water stopped and got confused.

Shen Meihuan nodded, heading down and touched her belly with a smile.

...

The door had been closed finally, and their conversation ended.

Black Water leaned against the door, murmuring, "I’m just..."

She didn’t say out the thing she wanted to buy, but she sensed that the mysterious shop had understood her meaning.

She just hoped that the corpse could get back to its original shape, that the aura of the dead body could be erased, and that new-born soul could grow up happily and healthily.

But it was reborn in another way... and it could feel the most sincere love in the world and could grow up happily.

It... could really be him.

"Who are you...’’

Miss Black Water expressed her confused feeling, and fell asleep again.

...

...

Officer Ma found a young man sitting in his office when he came back.

It was the subordinate of Old Qin.

"Hey, Xiaobao, why did you come to look for me?"

"Officer Ma!" the young man headed down, "Can I apply for political asylum for now?"

"Excuse me?" Officer Ma was totally confused.

"I dare not to go back because Chief Qin got mad in the morning." Xiaobao sighed.

"What’s wrong?"

"Sometimes there are cancer cells in the corpse and sometimes there are not. Maybe the different conclusions made him crazy..."

Xiaobao sighed, "The chief said I was careless while working, but I swear I did it carefully every time...what the hell? Why would the result always change?!"

"You got the results?" Ma Houde was enlightened.

"Yes, there really are cancer cells." Xiaobao nodded, "It’s true... Alas, Officer Ma, can you say something to the chief and ask him to let me go?"

Ma Houde shook his head, "I’m scared of him. There is only one person that dared to go against him but he passed."

"Ah? Who is he?"

Ma Houde sat down slowly, smoking, and saying with reminiscence, "The former boss in this office."

"Then... should I go back to the office?"

Ma Houde smiled, "Don’t worry. I know Old Qin very well. If he shouted at you, it means he expects you to achieve something. Understand?"

"...But you didn’t tell me if I should go back."

"Do you want your salary?" Ma Houde patted the table, saying ferociously, "Get back!"

"Oh, OK, sorry..."

...

...

No.3 Hospital.

Gu Jiajie didn’t sleep well. He walked out of the sickroom and went to get some hot water.

But he met his mother---Shen Meihuan, at the doorway.

Shen Meihuan stood in front of him, which made him too nervous to hold the kettle.

Shen Meihuan sighed, picking up the kettle and shaking her head, "Why are you still so careless, you’ve grown up."

Gu Jiajie suddenly gazed at his mother... This sentence, he had heard too many times.

"Mum...you, you..."

"I know everything already."

...

"Sorry... I, I was wrong."

The mother and the son had a heart-to-heart talk in the hospital corridor. Gu Jiajie lowered his head, "Mum... this is the last letter from my brother."

Gu Jiajie fished out the letter from his clothes, and passed it to Shen Meihuan.

Shen Meihuan opened and read it thoroughly... Tears fell. Finally, she deeply breathed, raising her head and tried to withdraw her tears.

And hoped the time could go back.

She tore the letter completely.

"Mum...this is the last..."

Shen Meihuan shook her head, "Your brother didn’t die. He is still alive and living in my body."

Gu Jiajie didn’t understand his mother’s words, but he still nodded.

Shen Meihuan hands put on Gu Jiajie’s shoulders, "You have two identities, got it? Don’t let your brother down, take good care of your granny. Don’t be afraid, mum will help you. Come here..."

Shen Meihuan wiped her face; as a mother, she knew that she should be stronger.

She opened the corridor window with a complex look. After breathing deeply, she threw out the shredded paper and let it flow with the wind.

...

In the sickroom, He Xiaomei squinted her eyes, and tried to take of her quilt, "Are you Jiahui? Did you mum come here? It seems so..."

The senior’s face was full of expectations.

"It’s me." Shen Meihuan came to her bed, sitting down and grasping He Xiaomei’s hand tightly, "I came to see you, mum."

"Meihuan, Meihuan..." the senior seriously cried.

She didn’t expect that her daughter-in-law would call her mum one more time. Her wish had been satisfied in her last days.

"Great, great." The senior wiped her eyes, repeating, "Great, great!"

The senior grabbed Gu Jiajie and Shen Meihuan’s hands.

Their hands tightly grabbed one another.

The senior acted carefully, dared not to break up the dreamful morning, "When Jiajie comes back from abroad, all members of our family will be united again."

Shen Meihuan choked back her sobs.

That was what she wanted to say.

At this point.

...

...

The sickbeds were for patients to rest in; but the weather today was suitable for patients to catch some sun.

The young man was sitting in the pavilion, nobody noticed him, or the hammer near him.

It was a plastic hammer for games.

He opened his palm, and the shredded paper near his hand was gathered and stuck together, finally formed into a complete letter.

Luo Qiu put it on his thigh, smoothing it out, before reading.

--If I were taken away that time, would our fates be different?

--I sat in your room, there are many things I desired; and now, I’m holding them by in my hands.

--but I know, they would never belong to me. Even if I entered this family using your identity.

--I saw my mum and had the chance to talk to her and eat the food she cooks, along with ’Good night’ from her.

--But don’t know why, I’m not happy... I thought I would be, but at least, I can feel these extravagant things in my last days.

--However, I cannot be happy. Do you know why?

--That’s because what mum sees is only you. I don’t blame her for believing father’s lies. In her opinion, there will be no father in the world who would make a fake tomb for his son.

--Yes, I know all of these, so I don’t blame her... but I cannot be happy.

--If, if she had investigated it thoroughly, would she have found something? If she took me away that year, would the result be different?

--I ask myself, why do I have to suffer the pain. Why do I have to stay in this family and face this disgusting father? Is it because of the ruling from the court?

--Sometimes I wonder if mum had a choice. Was it her choice or the court’s ruling?

--I don’t know and dare not to think about it.

--Today, your disgusting father punched you again. Of course, it was me. I resisted on instinct. I don’t know why didn’t you resist all these years but I feel a little happy.

--Because even if you’re lucky, it doesn’t mean you have a better life than me.

--I hate, I hate everything.

--I hate you.

--I hate my mum.

--So, I made a decision, I decided to punish you. I’ll jump down from your building, with your identity.

--I will make you and mum suffer. Even if you confess or if the truth is revealed. I don’t care. Because you’ve suffered the pain. This is the punishment you should get.

--Ridiculous isn’t it? I made this decision but still write down this letter.

--Whatever, please take good care of granny. I would not have lived through the decades without her.

--I have never felt happy.

--If I have a next life...

--Liu Jiahui, last words.

...

Folding the letter carefully, the club boss picked up the small hammer, knocking on the stone bench.

Pat!

Like a heartbeat from a little life, which was strong and connected with his mother.