The sudden sound of the horn startled the woman in the back seat.
Meng Jingxian hurriedly hung up the phone and apologized to Song Yueliang, "Did I waste your time? I'm sorry, I'm getting off the car right now."
After saying that, she opened her purse again, took out a purple jade bracelet and handed it to Song Yueliang, "Girl, thank you for helping me today. This bracelet is not worth much. If you accept it, consider it as my thank you gift."
Bar."
Song Yueliang glanced at the purple jade bracelet.
The beads are the size of grape grains, well-proportioned in shape, rich in color, and have an excellent water head.
The starting price of this kind of bracelet jewelry store is 5,000 yuan.
She looked at the bracelet, and an image of someone once crying in front of her came to mind.
——My grandpa’s salary is more than sixty yuan a month. In addition to paying my tuition, he also buys me medicine. Moon, I can’t afford a bicycle. Can you give me a ride after school?
——Ah, it’s another day when I can’t afford breakfast. Moon, can you share half of the buns with me?
——I heard that the sycamore forest in Mazhenyuan is in bloom very beautifully, so I saved my breakfast money for a week and bought two tickets. Moon, come with me to see the flowers, otherwise my hunger will be in vain.
Song Yueliang's eyes slowly narrowed.
She was able to explain to herself that she was issued a card worth eight thousand yuan. After not seeing him for a few years, he might already have a successful career and not be short of money.
But a bracelet worth five thousand yuan was given away casually, and there was no noble mother who could not be raised after decades of pampering... Song Yueliang could not find any reason to continue to deceive herself.
"It's just a drop in, no need to thank you." Song Yueliang declined politely and lowered her eyes, "Aunt Meng, your son's name is Fu Yanchi?"
The woman was surprised, "Girl, do you know my son?"
"We know each other, but we're not familiar with each other." Song Yueliang closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
This time I really couldn't find any reason. It wasn't that she misunderstood, it was that he was really lying to her.
Meng Jingxian saw that something was wrong with her face, but she didn't want to ask more questions. After all, she was the one who was causing trouble.
She opened the door and got out of the car. When she said goodbye to Song Yueliang and Qiqi, she leaned down and approached the driver's seat. "Girl, I forgot to ask you what your name is along the way. If I meet you again in the future, I will treat you to dinner."
Song Yueliang put her hands on the steering wheel, paused briefly and then parted her lips, "Aunt Meng, my name is Song Yueliang."
The car drove away from the hospital.
Qiqi sat upright in the back seat, her eyes secretly peeking into the front seat from time to time, thinking that no one would notice.
"Edan, my mother seems unhappy." Qiqi whispered.
In my mind, the little Eggman's voice was cold and sad, "Don't talk to me, I haven't forgiven you yet."
"..." Qiqi, "But you have broken up with me for a long time, Dandan..."
Little Danman sneered, "Only for a long time? No, he will ignore the idiot for half a year."
Looking at the still empty pool in front of him, Little Eggman covered his heart. Half a year was not enough to calm down his anger. Another half year would be necessary!
Mudd!
It's not like Xiao Zai'er has never sent blessings to others before, but the energy always drifted out one by one.
Why did it use up half of its energy at once this time?
Little bastard, what the hell daddy is a glutton!
Qiqi silently shrank her small body into a corner, feeling sorry for herself.
Mom is in a bad mood, and Dandan is still angry.
Qiqi is so difficult, ugh.
…
On the third floor of the inpatient department, VIP ward 303.
Meng Jingxian walked into the ward and saw the young man on the bed, her eyes turned red before she opened her mouth.
I haven’t seen him for more than five years. The young man’s edges and corners are clearer and his temperament is calmer.
Also thinner.
He is 187 tall, but he is so thin that he could fall over if the wind blows. There is no blood on his pale skin.
Only those eyes were still as clear and clear as before.
"Aunt Meng, don't cry. Once you cry, I think I will die soon." The young man leaned against the bedside with a helpless smile.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Meng Jingxian sniffed and wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.
After handing the suitcase to Uncle Gui and neatly arranging the slightly messy items on the bedside table, Meng Jingxian sat down on the chair next to the bed.
They looked at each other in silence for a moment, and a faint awkwardness and embarrassment spread silently in the ward.
After a while, Fu Yanchi sighed and broke the silence, "Aunt Meng, actually you don't need to come over."
Meng Jingxian narrowed her eyes, "I'm worried."
After a pause, "You don't want to go home."
This topic seemed unbearable, so Fu Yanchi had no choice but to surrender, "Even if you want to come over, you should tell me in advance and I will ask your uncle to pick you up. You come here alone and you are not familiar with the place. What should you do if anything happens?"
"What can happen to me as an old woman?" Meng Jingxian did not dare to say that she was treated as a fat sheep. "And I also met a kind-hearted girl on the road who sent me to the door of the hospital.
By the way, she still knows you, her name is Song Yueliang, do you recognize her?"
Fu Yan caught her breath and coughed violently, and the ward immediately became chaotic.
"Aunt Meng," Fu Yanchi finally suppressed her coughing urge after a long while and asked with the last glimmer of hope, "She doesn't know who you came to visit, does she?"
A look of confusion appeared on Meng Jingxian's face. At this moment, all her attention was on Fu Yanchi, and she couldn't keep up with the rhythm for a while.
It was Uncle Gui who whispered "Song Yueliang" in a low voice, that made her react.
"She should know that when I called her, she asked me if my son was Fu Yanchi." Meng Jingxian lowered her voice when she mentioned the word son, feeling guilty for fear of arousing the man's resentment.
After marrying into the Yan family, she always treated Fu Yanchi as her own son.
But she knew that in Fu Yanchi's heart, she had never accepted her as a mother.
Fu Yanchi lay on the bed, closing her eyes in despair.
A cough consumed all his strength, and it was not as weak as being caught by the moon.
This time it's really going to be over.
"Uncle, prepare the car, I want to be discharged from the hospital." He sighed and said softly.
"Ah Chi!" Meng Jingxian couldn't believe it and immediately stopped her, "You can't be discharged from the hospital!"
A person who was rescued in the middle of the night didn't even have the energy to sit for a long time, so he dared to clamor to be discharged?
Even if it would cause irritation, she wouldn't allow it.
Uncle Gui, "Madam, it's useless for you to stop me."
Meng Jingxian, "..."
Fu Yanchi sat up and glanced at the suitcase placed aside, then at the woman who was still dazed, "Take Aunt Meng with the luggage, to be safe."
Uncle Gui said nothing and went out to go through the discharge procedures.
He came back after a while, helped Fu Yanchi into the wheelchair, picked up the suitcase, and made a gesture of invitation to Meng Jingxian.
When Meng Jingxian walked out of the ward, her face was confused. What was going on?
How did things become like this?
Also, what kind of insurance?
"Agui, what on earth is going on?" She couldn't help but asked her uncle who was walking next to her.
Uncle Gui thought for a while and said, "Madam, Mr. Fu has found a place for you to live."
Until she got into the car and drove onto the road, Meng Jingxian still didn't understand why she was suddenly arranged.