She said that a tiger father has no sons, and her brother is such a capable person, and his daughter will not be inferior.

"That's good. When I meet Dou Lingxin, I will tell her that my parents are easy to praise others, but they are full of praise for you. Even Mingyang and I, as our biological sons,

None of them have such treatment, so I am so envious and jealous!" Mingsheng joked on the other end of the phone.

"Please don't. Xinxin is in a very bad mood right now. It's better not to joke with her, do you hear me?" The beautiful middle-aged woman immediately stopped her son.

Mingsheng on the other end of the phone quickly moved the phone away. His mother, Ms. Dou Lewen's voice suddenly rose an octave, which was unbearable for his ears.

Whenever something related to Xinxin was involved, his mother would become extremely anxious, pretending to be all about Xinxin, and she would put everyone else aside.

Alas, it was because my uncle was not good to his aunt, and he was not close to his relatives. He was polite and alienated. Especially towards his mother, Ms. Dou Lewen, he was so cold that he could not even say a few words when they met.

It's only slightly better for him and Ming Yang.

Zou Mingsheng shook his head, smiled noncommittally, and assured his mother on the phone: "Mom, I know, I have a sense of proportion."

Over there, Dou Lewen sighed and said, "My heart is quite pitiful. This child has feelings for both your uncle and me. I..."

At this point, she stopped and couldn't continue.

"Mom, don't be anxious, take your time. Didn't you say you were going to tell Xinxin the truth? When Xinxin knows the truth, she will forgive her uncle and get close to you again."

Zou Mingsheng hurriedly comforted his mother with gentle words.

Dou Lewen did not answer her son's words, but nodded slightly.

Maybe Xinxin will get close to her again, but her eldest brother will never be able to survive again. She has lost a relative forever, so she can't be happy at the moment.

Perhaps aware of his mother's worries, Mingsheng changed the subject. He tried to say something to make his mother happy, and finally distracted her attention.

The mother and son chatted for a while, and Mingsheng was about to hang up the phone. Dou Lewen hurriedly warned him a few words to pay attention to safety on the road before ending the call with her son.

At that time, Dou Lingxin, who was sitting in the car, slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes fell on the bag beside her, which contained the notebook her aunt had given her. She raised the hand on her side, put it down again, and then quickly looked away.

Sister Ping's driving skills are very good, stable and smooth.

Looking at the back of Sister Ping's head, Dou Lingxin's long eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly wanted to ask Sister Ping a question: "Sister Ping, do you think that if I do this, do you think I am particularly cold and unhuman?"

Faced with Dou Lingxin's sudden question, Sister Ping immediately shook her head and replied categorically: "Miss, those people who are talking about you don't know you. People who know you will never say that about you, so you don't have to care.

What do people who don’t know you say?”

Dou Lingxin's expression did not change, but the corners of her lips raised slightly: "Sister Ping, you are a typical example of Mr. Xu being less beautiful than Mr. Xu."

Sister Ping huffed, probably because she didn't hear it clearly, so her tone was a little confused. However, she quickly changed the topic, and replied with a hint of urgency: "Miss, don't say anything for those who have nothing to do with it.

If you are angry, you will make yourself angry for nothing.”

The deep concern for Dou Lingxin in her words flowed in the car. Dou Lingxin blinked and tried to force back the tears that were about to fall out of her eyes, but it was in vain. The tears had already flowed out uncontrollably.

Dou Lingxin, who had not shed a single tear in front of her father's grave, suddenly burst into tears, and then her cries became louder and more wanton.

When Sister Ping heard Dou Lingxin's cry, she breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, when the young lady encountered such a big thing, she didn't cry at all, which frightened the servants like them. They were afraid that the young lady wouldn't be able to bear it if she held it in. Now

Finally crying, maybe it can relieve the young lady's depression.

Let the lady vent her anger.

Sister Ping pursed her lips and stopped making any sound. She just stared ahead and drove the car.

Dou Lingxin cried for a while before she stopped crying. Sister Ping stopped the car on the side of the road, took out a tissue and handed it to her.

"Miss, wipe your tears."

Taking the tissue, Dou Lingxin choked with sobs and thanked Sister Ping.

After wiping her tears, Sister Ping handed over a mirror. Dou Lingxin straightened her hair in the mirror, sat upright again, and signaled to Sister Ping that she could drive.

Sister Ping responded, started smoothly, and the car drove smoothly towards the city.

In the single ward in the hospital, Zhang's mother, who was guarding Dou Lingxin's mother, looked up and saw the young lady coming in. She hurriedly greeted her and pulled her to sit on the sofa in front of the hospital bed.

Dou Lingxin saw Mommy lying quietly on the hospital bed, and her complexion was better than when she came to see her yesterday. It seemed that Mommy Zhang had taken good care of Mommy.

She thanked Zhang Ma, and Zhang Ma waved her hands and said that she didn't want to do it, and that was what she should do.

Dou Lingxin felt very lucky that Zhang's mother took care of her mother, which made her feel at ease.

"Miss, come hold my wife's hand and have a conversation with her."

Zhang's mother would follow the doctor's instructions and talk to his wife every day, hoping to wake her up early, but it had been several days, and her wife was still unconscious. Zhang's mother was very anxious, so when she saw Dou Lingxin coming, she would let her

Dou Lingxin talks to his wife.

She was just counting on luck, because the wife loved the young lady the most, and the one she couldn't let go of the most in her heart was the young lady. Maybe the young lady would talk to the madam, and the madam would wake up the next second.

Dou Lingxin naturally knew what Zhang Ma was thinking, so she very cooperatively reached under the quilt, held Mommy's hand, and started talking about everything.

Maybe she had cried just now, and those suppressed emotions had dissipated a lot. Dou Lingxin was in a much better mood. She firmly believed that mommy would get better, because mommy loved her so much and would never leave her alone.

in this world.

Besides, she also communicated with Mommy's doctor yesterday. The doctor said that the blood clot in Mommy's brain has been absorbed a little, and the injuries on her body have also improved a lot. In short, the situation is changing for the better.

Thinking of these, Dou Lingxin spoke briskly, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Ma pulled Sister Ping to a corner outside the ward and asked in a low voice about the circumstances of her husband's burial and the young lady's behavior. Sister Ping told her one by one.

Hearing that the young lady had been crying for a long time in the car, Zhang's mother's eyes were red and she said, "Poor young lady, even though she couldn't shed a single tear at her husband's funeral, she is actually very sad in her heart."

"Isn't that right? So the lady asked me if she was particularly cold and unkind in the eyes of others? I almost couldn't hold back my tears at that time." After saying this, Sister Ping turned away her head and raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

"Aping, my wife is a good person, and actually my husband is also a nice person. Why do you think they..." At this point, Zhang Ma suddenly couldn't continue.

"Zhang Ma, let's go in and accompany the young lady." Sister Ping pulled Zhang Ma's arm.
Chapter completed!