Li Minglang's eyebrows twitched in anger, her pupils shrank sharply, and she suddenly raised her hand towards Ye Beibei, which frightened Ye Beibei and took two steps back in a hurry, "Ye Beibei, you are so good, what could I have done earlier?"
I didn’t know you had such a big mouth!”
Ye Beibei pursed her lips and drew back nervously. She had no doubt that Liming Lang would sew her mouth shut now that he had a needle in his hand.
"I have no self-awareness? I don't look in the mirror when I go out? Do you think you are a fairy? I can't live without you? Let me tell you, as long as I just nod my head now, girls a thousand times better than you will pounce on me.
I miss you!" Liming Lang pointed at Ye Beibei angrily, but then he realized that the words he said still failed to find a sufficient reason for him to stay here, so he simply said again, "I just see you orphans and widowed mothers as pitiful.
All of them are here to help you!"
Ye Beibei's body trembled uncontrollably, but she did not lie down. Under such stimulation, she simply smiled and pointed to the other end of the corridor, "Mr. Li, your bright road is over there, we orphans and widows
I don’t need you to pity me, mother, and I won’t delay your pursuit of happiness in the spring breeze! Please go!”
At this time, Liming Lang also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and his will began to waver. However, Ye Beibei's repeated tone of voice was like chasing a dog, so he couldn't help but stay, so he could only turn around and leave angrily.
Ye Beibei returned to the ward and sat on the edge of the empty bed next to her. Did Liming Lang pity their orphans and widowed mothers? Did Jiang Yuezhou want to compensate their orphans and widowed mothers? She smiled bitterly. She didn't care about their pity and compensation.
She didn't care about them! They all left, they all walked far away, and she could live a good life with her children alone! Ye Beibei covered her face and cried silently.
"Mom, stop crying, I don't want Uncle Li's things anymore!"
Ye Beibei hurriedly raised his head and saw that Xiao Moting had woken up at some point. Maybe he hadn't fallen asleep at all just now. His eyes were wide open, with tears hanging on his face. Ye Beibei's heart was as sharp as a knife, and he was stunned.
A sour feeling stuck in her throat. She raised her head and took a deep breath to hold back the tears in her eyes. The child had just undergone surgery and she could not have too much emotional fluctuation. She could not show weakness in front of him. She walked to
Xiao Moting was on the bedside, stroking him with one hand, and said: "Mo Ting, you heard your mother and Uncle Li quarreling, right? These things have nothing to do with you. Really, don't think too much about it..."
The child is still too young and does not understand many things. We can only temporarily soothe his emotions and make him forget these unpleasant things.
Xiao Moting's mood eased a little, and he said softly to Ye Beibei: "Mom, when I get better, let's go home!"
Ye Beibei knew which home Xiao Moting was talking about, and suddenly felt sad. They shouldn't stay here. She nodded, "Okay, Moting, we will go home after you are discharged from the hospital."
Xiao Moting cried for a while, as if he was tired, and slowly fell asleep. Ye Beibei looked at the child and fell asleep on the bedside. She seemed to have a vague dream, dreaming that Xiao Li was there.
Beside her, she gently nestled her face on his shoulder, "Xiao Li, I'm really tired!"
When he woke up, it was already dark. Ye Beibei looked at Xiao Moting, who was still asleep on the bed, and saw a suspicious blush on his face. He stretched out his hand and felt that the child had a fever!
Fever after craniotomy is definitely not a good sign. Ye Beibei was so frightened that she shed tears at that time. The hospital immediately conducted various urgent examinations on Xiao Moting. Almost all the heavyweight experts and directors arrived, surrounding Xiao Moting.
Busy.
Ye Beibei became even more panicked when she saw this face of a formidable enemy. Looking at the emergency room, her body seemed to have lost support and she leaned against the wall and slowly slid down.
"Beibei!" A pair of strong hands held her firmly. She turned around blankly and saw Jiang Yuezhou, who had just been rejected by her righteous words in the morning.
Jiang Yuezhou was wearing a dark black windbreaker and a navy suit. He was dressed meticulously from head to toe. He exuded the aura of work. It seemed that he hurried from the company after getting the news. He looked at Ye Beibei.
With a hint of anxiety, he asked, "Beibei, are you okay?"
Ye Beibei forced herself to stand up straight, but Jiang Yuezhou did not let go of the hand holding her. She twirled her fingers uneasily and forced a smile, "I'm fine, why are you here?"
"Yeah." Jiang Yuezhou just responded casually, without saying why he was here. At this time, Xiao Moting's attending doctor Wen Jing and two elderly experts came over, as if Jiang Yuezhou was a family member of the child.
An old expert said to Jiang Yuezhou humbly and directly: "Mr. Jiang, the preliminary diagnosis is that the child has an intracranial infection. We need to do a cerebrospinal fluid culture for further diagnosis and treatment."
"You are experts in this area. It's up to you to decide what should be done. All I want is that the child is safe." Jiang Yuezhou's posture of half-hugging Ye Beibei has not changed since he disappeared, with a solemn and serious face.
The veteran expert nodded and gave an authoritative assurance, "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, we will ensure that the child goes through the recovery period safely after the operation."
After hearing this, Ye Beibei breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Jing glanced thoughtfully at Ye Beibei in Jiang Yuezhou's arms. Her expression changed and she said nothing. Ye Beibei also felt a little uncomfortable and struggled, but Jiang Yuezhou held her tightly.
After the group left, Jiang Yuezhou let Ye Beibei sit on the chair. Ye Beibei looked at the rescue room blankly and murmured: "I don't need your compensation, nor your sympathy, nor your sympathy.
I need you to stay with me." She doesn't want to see each other again, because there is still love, and she must learn to be strong and face everything by herself.
Jiang Yuezhou looked at her face as pale as snow, and his internal organs twisted in pain. He took out a tissue from his pocket, stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face, "Beibei, I've never felt anything in my life."
I will never do anything that makes you unhappy again. When the child recovers, I will naturally not bother you again, as long as you feel happy."
From the conversation in the morning, Jiang Yuezhou clearly knew how much Ye Beibei was against him. The pain he had caused her was too deep. Even if he wanted to help her heal, she had become accustomed to being afraid of him and afraid that he would hurt her.
Add more sadness.
Jiang Yuezhou is smart and wise. He realizes that he and Ye Beibei have now exchanged emotional positions. In the past, it was Ye Beibei who admired him, while he looked down on her indifferently, but now it is he who loves her deeply.
He loves Ye Beibei, but Ye Beibei has no thoughts about him anymore, and their relationship in love is not equal again.