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6. Warmth

Putting on the intravenous drip again, Zhuang Mengdie’s plan was to lose for a whole day, at least until she got off work at her mother’s company, so that she could avoid Fang Haoming.【】

Lin Xuelan stayed by her side, peeling fruit for her daughter, while Zhuang Mengdie's eyes secretly glanced at the table from time to time. She really wanted to open the newspaper to see if it was true and whether she had just been dazzled by it.

.

Zhuang Mengdie pinched herself hard under the quilt and felt: it hurt!

It’s true! Everything is true!

It is true to travel back to six years ago, and it is also true to smash the table with one punch!

But, how to explain all this?

There is no way to explain it, except for the blessing of God and the favor of the goddess of fate!

It is indeed a fantasy to the extreme. However, Zhuang Mengdie likes such fantasy very much. This belongs to her strength. There is no reason in this world, but fists are truth and strength is truth. The stronger the strength, the more powerful it is.

, the truth becomes more true!

Zhuang Mengdie's face was filled with joy, and the light in her eyes was even more determined. God had given her the opportunity, and she would definitely make good use of it. She didn't care where such great power came from, she only cared about her family.

Happiness.

Zhuang Mengdie really wanted to punch her again and experience that kind of joy. Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance now.

One bottle was dripped one after another, one bottle was dripped for about two hours, very slowly. Finally, when the fifth bottle was dripped, the sky gradually darkened, and the look on Zhuang Mengdie's face

Her expression has improved a lot and she is still rosy.

After asking the doctor, he said that he could go home, but he would have to come back for a check-up every two weeks. Lin Xuelan and Zhuang Tianqing both nodded. The family was about to go home, and Zhuang Tianqing put his daughter on his back and walked down.

Zhuang Mengdie lay on her father's back, reliving the taste of her father again, and the generous, strong, warm back. A kind of happiness arose spontaneously! Next to her, her brother Zhuang Buzhou was saying:

"Sister, are you healed? I'll give you candy!"

"Brother, thank you. Sister, it's okay. I'll keep the candy for you first. I'll ask you for it later after I eat it!"

"Well, sister, I'll keep it for you." Zhuang Buzhou, who was only eight years old this year, carefully put the candy into his pocket, patted it twice with his little hand, then raised his head and faced his sister with a smile on his face.

Show a happy smile.

"Die'er, mommy is going to cook tonight and make pickled fish for you!"

“Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten the pickled fish made by my mother!”

"Silly girl, I just ate it two days ago, why did you talk for so long?"

Lin Xuelan didn't know what her daughter meant by what she said. Zhuang Mengdie thought that since she fled with her mother, her life was miserable and poor. It was very rare to eat pickled fish.

Looking at the warm scene in front of her, Zhuang Mengdie's eyes were moist. She quickly turned her head and leaned on her father's back. Tears couldn't help but burst out of her eyes. She vowed: She, Zhuang Mengdie, will make every effort, no matter how many hardships she has to go through.

, we must continue the happiness and warmth in front of us, and we cannot allow anyone to destroy it!

The family was about to leave the hospital, but there was a circle of people surrounding the hospital entrance. Zhuang Buzhou, who loved to watch the excitement, suddenly broke away from Lin Xuelan's hand and went straight into the crowd.

"Not careful!" Lin Xuelan shouted angrily and hurriedly followed. Zhuang Mengdie also said anxiously: "Dad, hurry up, my little brother ran in!"

And in the lively crowd, there were shrill cries...


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