Chapter 57: Throwing the pot on someone else's back
Yan Yu remembered the matter, "You are Jiang Chen, right?"
Jiang Chen nodded, "I am." ”
"You and the bunny come with me. Yan Yan gave Jiang Yan a nickname.
Jiang Yan didn't know it herself, and subconsciously asked, "Who is the little rabbit?"
Yan Yu's eyelashes blinked, "You." ”
I like red eyes when I'm angry, or I cry and cry, and I shake and shake when I'm scared, isn't it a bunny?
Jiang Yan, "......"
When did I become a bunny?
Am I so weak?
Jiang Yan's little face was full of complexity.
Jiang Chen asked, "Is there anything wrong?" I may have to stay and deal with some things, and I can't get out of it for the time being." ”
As he spoke, the young man's eyes swept over the social brother who fell to the ground and screamed mourning, his eyes filled with coldness.
Dare to beat his sister's idea, it's light to beat him!
It's just that in a bar, the consequences are not small.
Yan Yu did not hide Zhao Qiuxia's illness, as children, it is their responsibility to be filial piety in front of their parents' bed, "Your mother is sick and is now in the hospital." ”
Hearing this, the faces of the Jiang family brothers and sisters changed, "What?!"
"Why did Mom get sick?" Jiang Yan hurriedly asked, and without waiting for Yan Yan to answer, she blamed herself in annoyance, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have lost my temper with her in the afternoon." ”
Jiang Chen's face was slightly condensed, knowing that his parents' frugal character was not to the point of being a last resort, and it was impossible to take some medicine for minor illnesses and pains, and it was impossible to stay in the hospital, and asked in a tense voice: "What disease?"
"Liver cancer is advanced. ”
Yan Yan's answer is equivalent to throwing a bomb directly into the hearts of Jiang Chen and Jiang Yan.
Cancer is a problem that cannot be overcome by modern hospital technology, and it is basically equivalent to a terminal illness.
Jiang Yan's tears flowed out at once, and the six gods had no master.
Jiang Chen didn't completely lose his cool, he was an elder brother and had to take care of his younger sister, his teeth bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and he didn't let go until he tasted a rusty smell of blood in his mouth.
He looked at the band members and explained the matter, "My mother is in the hospital, you can help deal with it first." ”
The members of the band all heard that Jiang Chen's mother was suffering from cancer, and expressed their understanding, "Okay, leave it to us, you can go to see your aunt with peace of mind." ”
At this moment, the bar manager walked over surrounded by a group of big men in black, "Don't let anyone want to leave." ”
More than a dozen strong men were carrying electric batons in their hands, with flower arms tattooed on their arms, all of them tall and big, and surrounded Yan Yan, Jiang Chen, Jiang Yan, including the band members with Jiang Chen, impenetrably.
Jiang Chen's heart sank.
I'm afraid it is, the one who came is not good.
"Just ...... Who is making trouble?" asked the bar steward in a deep voice, his gaze slowly sweeping over the crowd.
Jiang Chen was about to stand up.
Yan Yu took the lead, but she didn't plan to resist everything by herself, but began to shake the pot, "-them!"
The girl's white and tender little finger pointed at the social brother on the ground, her peach blossom eyes were black and white, looking innocent and innocent, "It's these people." I've said it's not good to fight, but they don't listen. ”
Throwing the pot on the back of others is the traditional virtue of their Qingqiu.
No problem.
(Qingqiu defended: I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!)
Jiang Yan, "......"
If I hadn't seen you smash someone's head to the ground and play with your feet, I would have believed in your wickedness!
The bar steward glanced at the girl with a skeptical attitude, "Really?"