Salad gently closes the room door.

"Lala, Yan'er, she ......" Song Xiuru, who was waiting at the door, hurriedly stepped forward to ask about her daughter's situation.

"Sleep." Sarah pointed to her head, "I can't hold it anymore." ”

Song Xiuru's eyes were red, and then she looked up and asked, "Did she eat something?" ”

Sarah shook her head apologetically.

Song Xiuru looked in the direction of the ward in disappointment.

Salad couldn't bear it, and stepped forward to hold Song Xiuru's hand, "Auntie, let's go sit over there for a while, I have something to say to you." ”

Song Xiuru followed Salad to the side of the rest area, and after the two sat down, Salad was silent for a while before asking, "Auntie, what are you going to do?" ”

Intend?

Song Xiuru was stunned, "You mean ......?"

Sara nodded, "Yes, it's Nanyan's business, she and Chen Jiaqi ...... Do you think they'll be able to make it on? ”

"Did Yan'er say something?" Song Xiuru looked at the salad nervously.

"Nope. I stayed with her for a while, and didn't dare to ask anything. Salad pursed her dry lips, looked at Song Xiuru and said, "Nanyan gives me the feeling that she is very desperate, she can't get out of it at all, and she can't get over this hurdle." That's what worries me the most, I'm afraid she'll get into the horns, I'm afraid she'll not think about it. But Auntie, although we don't want to see Nan Yan suffer any harm, reality is reality, and the matter between her and Chen Jiaqi cannot be avoided or avoided, so, Auntie, as Nan Yan's closest relative, your advice is very important to her. Do you think they ......"

The salad couldn't go on, because as soon as Song Xiuru touched the topic, tears poured out like a flood that had opened the floodgates.

"Auntie, don't cry......" Salad helped Song Xiuru, and her eyes were red.

Song Xiuru cried for a while, and gradually collected her emotions, she took the tissue handed by the salad, blew her nose vigorously, and then said in a dumb voice: "I understand what you mean." What is now in front of Yan'er is nothing more than two roads, one is to join and the other is to leave. Although there are only two paths, the wrong choice is the wrong one's life. Especially this person is still my daughter, my own daughter. To tell the truth, my heart is very confused, in the past, it was all about watching other people's jokes, such as who is looking for a mistress, whose daughter-in-law cuckolds her husband, I and those neighbors who love to chew their tongues like to join in this kind of fun, talking nonsense behind their backs, I always feel that these things are far away from the Nan family, and it is impossible to have anything to do with the Nan family in this life. But what about ......"

Song Xiuru pulled her lips and said in a mocking tone: "This is called a slap in the face of reality." It can be seen that people can't talk too much, and things can't be too beautiful. This life is really not what you want to do. ”

Salad held Song Xiuru's hand and squeezed it gently, "Auntie." ”

Song Xiuru shook her head and said with a sad face: "Witnessing my daughter suffer this catastrophe, for me, a mother, what is the difference between it and Ling Chi. How much I feel sorry for my daughter, how much I hate Chen Jiaqi. I hated to kill him to get justice for my daughter, and the idea of breaking them up and never getting along with each other popped up in my mind more than once, but the moment I saw Beibei, when I saw my most beloved Beibei asking his biological parents loudly with red eyes, at that moment, my heart was going to break. ”

"Yes, there is still Beibei between them, for the growth of Beibei, they can't be willful, they can do whatever they want! I know that it is wrong to persuade my own daughter to take that path, and I am not willing to let my daughter suffer this kind of grievance, but I turn my head and think about it, how many such couples are around, even if it is not for themselves, for the children, for the parents, the great grievances will be swallowed with blood. In this matter, I'm already sorry for Yan'er, but I can't be sorry for Beibei anymore. ”

"What do you mean......" Salad couldn't go on.

Song Xiuru looked at the salad and didn't speak.

"But that person is Su Yafei! Auntie, Nanyan can't open this knot at all! There are also children who are lost today, which is a topic that Nanyan can't touch. Salad said.

Song Xiuru didn't know this, the little life that passed away like a meteor, when she thought of him, her heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and she pulled it out violently, so painful that she wanted to shed tears.

At the same time, the anger and hatred that poured out of her chest made her face extremely terrifying.

She was silent, and the irregular breathing sound made the salad next to her notice something unusual, and she called her aunt worriedly and asked Song Xiuru if she was uncomfortable.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Song Xiuru waved her hand and looked at the electronic clock card hanging in the corridor, reminding Salad to go back early.

"Auntie, I'll go back first." Salad stood up.

Song Xiuru followed closely, "Thank you so much, Lala, and Beibei, I'm going to trouble you these days." ”

"What are you polite to me, Beibei is at my house, you can rest assured." Sala shook Song Xiuru's hand, "Auntie, then I'll go." ”

"Slow down."

Sending the salad away, Song Xiuru returned to the ward and looked at Nanyan first, and then she walked out with her freshly charged mobile phone with very light steps.

She squinted and dialed the number, but as soon as the call was connected, her ears buzzed with the sound of loud music.

"Hadron, turn off the TV!"

Hearing that it was Song Xiuru's voice, Nan Qiang held down the microphone and touched his wife Jia Xiaohui, who was watching the party intently, with his knee, "Be quiet, let's call." ”

Jia Xiaohui twisted her shoulders, reluctantly picked up the remote control on the table, and lowered her voice a few notches.

Nan Qiang cleared his throat and put the phone to his ear, "Mom, you say." Xiaohui, Xiaohui washes clothes, it's not her watching TV, it's Shuoshuo watching TV, your own grandson, you don't know, one day you can live without TV, right, oops, how can we, we are so ignorant......"

Jia Xiaohui pursed her lips, reached out and stuffed a grape into her mouth, and leaned on Nan Qiang's shoulder to eavesdrop while chewing.

When she heard that her mother-in-law asked her to go to the hospital on duty to take care of Nanyan the next day, she raised her eyebrows and glared at her husband Nan Qiang, and reminded in a low voice: "I will take Shuoshuo to a handicraft class tomorrow morning, and I have made an appointment with Teacher Wang." ”

Nan Qiang made a silent gesture and continued to talk to Song Xiuru on the other end of the phone: "Okay, Mom, I told Xiaohui that she will go over tomorrow morning." Okay, then I'll hang up. ”

"As soon as I pass, do I agree, you make your own decisions!" Jia Xiaohui pointed to Nan Qiang's nose and said loudly.

Nan Qiang showed a smiling face, got up and put his arms around his wife's shoulders, and pleaded: "Xiaohui, I know that you are the kindest, you will sacrifice once and take care of her for a long time, even if I beg you, is it not okay." ”

Jia Xiaohui shook off her husband's hand and said with disgust: "Don't get close to me, don't go!" Just don't go! ”

"Megumi."

"Hey, I said what's the matter with you, how did your elbow turn out, have you forgotten how she targeted me and scolded me before. Snort, say I'm greedy, selfish, and inhumane, so how noble is she? I drive a winery and earn a lot of money but refuse to spend a penny to help my own brother, walking all day long with my head held high, looking down on this, looking down on that, as if everyone is lower than her, no one is as happy as her, but in fact, my husband is eating secretly outside, and she is secretly pregnant with the second child, what is this called, this is called retribution! It's called deserved! She is in trouble now, she thinks of me, and wants me to serve her, and then put on a majestic posture for me, I tell you, Nanqiang, there is no door! Jia Xiaohui's voice will automatically raise an octave when she is angry, and coupled with Mandarin mixed with dialects, it sounds particularly sharp and harsh.

Shuoshuo, who was playing with toys on the side, raised his head and looked at Jia Xiaohui with horror in his eyes.

Nan Qiang waved his hand at his son, "Shuoshuo is not afraid, Mom and Dad are playing, we didn't quarrel." ”

Shuo Shuo listened to his soft voice, his face gradually softened, and he lowered his head to play with toys again.

Nan Qiang deliberately cleared his throat, walked to his wife's side, and whispered, "Xiaohui, do you want to change our family to a big house?" ”

Changing to a bigger house?

Jia Xiaohui was stunned for a few seconds, then the corners of her mouth twitched, and she snorted from her nose, "Dream." ”。

A light flashed in Nan Qiang's eyes, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled incomprehensibly, leaned into his wife's ear, and whispered, "Our opportunity has come." ”