"really?"
"You talk so much nonsense."
The little girl smiled and her eyes bent into a crescent moon. Han Zhaoxue felt inexplicable joy and he smiled.
Essence carefully held out his hand and gestured a Han Zhaoxue corners of the mouth smile suddenly way "brother, they said I want to be your wife when I grow up"
Han Zhaoxue was almost choked to death by spitting, "Hu said! How old are you? "
Essence lost "I’ll be your wife and no one will kick me out"
Han Zhao Xue Nai "If you don’t be my wife, no one will drive you away". He probably really scared this little guy.
"really?"
"It’s truer than pearls!"
"But I still want to be your wife."
"Don’t"
"Brother ~"
"Don’t!"
"Brother brother ~"
"Go silly wife …"
Essence turned over and tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, wetting the pillow.
Jiang Yifan sat on the bed and watched quietly for a long time, holding a handkerchief and gently wiping away the tears in the corner of essence.
Song called him and said that Essence didn’t go out in the room for a day and a night, so he rushed over.
That’s what the essence is like when you break into houses, lying on your bed without anything covered, wearing thin pajamas, and the heating at home is not just lying in bed on such a cold day. Even an iron man should be ill at the moment.
He has seen many kinds of essence, but he has never seen her like this.
It’s like losing your soul and giving people an ethereal feeling.
I don’t cry, I don’t make trouble, I struggle in my dreams and then I cry.
Who is she crying at?
Han Zhaoxue?
Jiang Yifan wiped away her tears, withdrew her hands, frowned in confusion. Why do some people take love so seriously, even if they are covered in scars? Why do others give up love because of a little thing?
Essence may not be a clever woman, but her persistence in feelings is particularly fascinating.
He has some can’t tell whether he is curious about essence or likes it.
He suddenly discovered that he would feel bad when Essence cried.
He reached out and touched her cheek, and his fingers gradually slipped and touched her lips, and then his eyes dimmed and he slowly leaned over.
"Manager Jiang, do you want me to buy porridge-"
When Xiao Song came in with porridge, she saw this scene. She stood there and stammered, "Should I avoid it?"
Jiang Yifan smiled and walked over to take the porridge and whispered, "Go back and rest first. I’ll take care of her here."
"Can you do it, General Manager Jiang? Don’t you go to the company? Why don’t you find a care worker?"
"It’s all right," Jiang Yifan said lightly. "I’ll take care of it."
Jiang Yifan’s voice is very low but he doesn’t refuse.
Song Xiao "Oh" for a while before he left, but he didn’t feel at ease. "Tell me if Director Jiang Su Sister wakes up."
"hmm"
When Xiao Song left Jiang Yifan, he sat in front of the hospital bed with porridge and whispered, "Wake up, Essence. Dreams will make you escape from reality."
Essence eyelid moved fingers couldn’t help clenched.
Hanjialaozhai
Han’s mother cried for a long time in the building. Han Zhaoxue was listening outside the door, and he didn’t reach out and knock until the sound inside faded.
Soon Han’s father came out from the inside, although he didn’t cry like Han’s mother, but Han’s father didn’t look good, and he didn’t look good when I caught a glimpse of him
He moved his lips and said hoarsely, "Dad let me in and talk to Mom."
Korea’s father pursed his lips and said "get in" after half a ring.
Han Zhaoxue limped in.
Korea’s mother sat on the bed and wiped her tears. She didn’t want to look at him when she heard footsteps.
Han Zhaoxue felt bitter in his heart and managed to hold back his emotions and knelt down.
This kneeling made Han’s father change his face, and Han’s mother became red-eyed and said, "Why are you threatening me?"
Han Zhaoxue wry smile "Mom, there’s one thing I haven’t told you."
Korea’s mother looked at him and said nothing.
Han Zhaoxue continued, "I found a bottle of medicine amitriptyline at home. It is essence. You worked in the court before. You know more than me. Do you know what amitriptyline is?"
Han’s mother turned white. "What’s going on?"
"Bai Shusheng was ill when she was little darling, and postpartum depression. I always said that she was paranoid, but I didn’t know that she was ill. She was very ill, but I did know that. Do you know that I tortured myself like crazy when I watched her wash her hands that day? I really hurt. How much do you think she hates me and drives herself like this?"
Han’s mother was speechless with love.
Han Zhaoxue wiped her face and her eyes were red. "I can’t bear it anymore. If she is happy when she is gone, I will let go."
"Mom, here," he poked his heart with a difficult accent. "It hurts too much, it hurts too much …"
Korea’s mother finally couldn’t help kneeling on the ground and holding her son in her arms and crying.
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"Mom, here," he poked at his heart with a difficult accent. "It hurts too much. It hurts too much."
Korea’s mother finally couldn’t help kneeling on the ground and holding her son in her arms and crying.
She couldn’t understand why a beautiful marriage would become like this, and why her daughter and her son would suffer like this. Even the master said that they were a perfect match …
Han Zhaoxue stayed in the old house for one night and entrusted a lawyer to divide the property the next day.
And he himself is more often sitting there staring blankly.
He has a hard heart enough to keep Essence in his own world and forbid her to escape, but at the moment he saw Essence hurting himself, he knew he couldn’t be cruel.
Man, when you are young, don’t talk too much or go too far, just as he was so confident that he wouldn’t love essence.
Emotion has never been controlled by people. He has had too many waves, and now he wants to go back and make up for it. Essence is no longer needed.
He called his lawyer several times before he came to his senses and accidentally dropped his pen.
The lawyer adjusted her glasses. "Mr. Han, I think this one can be modified by one …"
Han Zhaoxue, a lawyer, explained his own views. After listening to it, he nodded, "It’s up to you. It’s not from my point of view to arrange their mother and daughter’s later life as much as possible."