"If you have something to say, please speak up."

I don't know why, Qiao Jia doesn't hate Ye Xiaoai, but still appreciates it a little.

A little girl, who is only a few years older than Joan, can have such a qi cultivation kung fu, which has to be admired?

Ye Xiaoai raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and her smile carried the greatest kindness:

"I came for Love, and if I say I can cure Love, would you believe it?"

Qiao Jia was stunned, what did she just hear? Or is she thinking too much!

Qiao Jia poured herself a glass of water and drank it all in one gulp, and then said with difficulty: "I don't know what Miss Ye means?" ”

"Ms. Joe's performance today was a bit underwhelming, but understandable. Let's not waste time in circles, I'll just say it once, just this once, I don't like to waste time. ”

Ye Xiaoai slowly got up:

"Your daughter Joan is congenitally mentally retarded, and she has been frail and sickly since she was a child, and it has become more and more serious in the past two years.

And I, Ye Xiaoai, can cure Qiao An, so that she can go to school, learn to dance and draw, just like a normal thirteen-year-old girl...... Everything is exactly the same as a normal child.

Now, give you three minutes to think about it, and after three minutes, if you still don't want to, I won't force it, but if you want to find me again in the future, I'm sorry, I won't do it again. ”

After Ye Xiaoai finished speaking, she picked up the cup in front of her, drank the water slowly, and stopped talking.

However, at this time, Qiao Jia looked at Ye Xiaoai in disbelief, she didn't care about how Ye Xiaoai knew about her daughter, and she also knew all about her daughter's condition.

What she cares about is the sentence: And I, Ye Xiaoai, can cure Qiao An!

Qiao Jia had an intuition that she should believe that the girl in front of her might be the god sent by God to save her and her child.

In less than a minute, Qiao Jia gave a reply, and she looked at Ye Xiaoai solemnly:

"I don't know why, but I just think I should trust you, I ...... Please Miss Ye save my daughter, as long as you really cure An An, my Qiao Jia will spend my life in the future

to repay you. ”

As soon as Qiao Jia finished speaking, the person knelt on the ground, which caught Ye Xiaoai off guard, she didn't have a preference for making people kneel.

Ye Xiaoai got up and helped Qiao Jia up, and her smile was obviously closer:

"I'm only a year older than your daughter, just call me Xiao Ai. There is one more thing, I want to say sorry to you, without your consent, I took it upon myself to send someone to pick up Joan from the hospital, and I am afraid that it will be almost there. ”

Ye Xiaoai knew that she was cutting first and then playing, even if Qiao Jia didn't believe her today, she would cure Qiao An, and the reasons she said to Duan Haochen were not important.

Like Qiao Jia, there is no reason, it is just that her intuition tells her that she should cure Qiao An.

Qiao Jia also wanted to ask Ye Xiaoai, how did she know that she would believe her and promise her to treat Qiao An, but at this time the doorbell rang.

Almost a conditioned reflex, Qiao Jia ran over to open the door.

The person who took care of Qiao An was still in the hospital at this time, and Ye Xiaoai specially ordered that only Qiao An be brought back alone.

The two sent Qiao An, saw Duan Haochen, nodded and left.

Qiao An threw herself into Qiao Jia's arms with a look of surprise and shouted sweetly: "Mom... Mommy ......"

Qiao Jia closed the door and hugged her daughter tightly with both hands, tears already overflowing her eyes.

"An'an, mom is here."