"Tell me about you, didn't the child just get your flowers? Are you so ruthless? Mother Zhang has now regained her vitality and is even more blessed with anger, she pointed at Jiang Meijuan's nose and scolded to relieve her anger.

From time to time, she looked towards the door of the operating room, worried: nothing will happen to her grandson, right?

Jiang Meijuan lost the majesty she had when she beat someone just now, she lowered her head and looked at the floor at her feet. Her hands were clenched, and the blood on her hands had dried in the palms of her hands, leaving only dark brown marks that burned her skin.

Calm down, she only has regrets in her heart.

shouldn't be like that to Zhang Pingen, she doesn't just blame Zhang Pingen for ruining the roses and ruining the expectations of his youth, she seems to be... used Zhang Pingen as a gas bucket to vent his dissatisfaction with Zhang's mother, Zhang Jiarui and this family.

She slowly raised her head, looked at the gray wall opposite, and blinked.

If only I could escape from this home.

"Mom, if you dissipate your anger, Ping En will definitely be fine," Zhang Jiarui now not only has to pay attention to the operating room with fear, but also comforts Zhang's mother, which can be described as "double tired".

Compared with the three of them, Fu Hao and Zheng Nanyang are much calmer, and if you look closely, you can still find a faint smile on the corner of their mouths.

Fu Fu buried his head on Zheng Nanyang's shoulder, yawned, and muttered in a low voice: "How long will it take for Zhang Pingen to come out, I'm sleepy."

They have been waiting at the door of the operating room for two hours since they sent Zhang Pingen to now, and there are no smartphones to play with in this era.

"Wait, it should be soon," Zheng Nanyang rubbed her head, looking at the door of the operating room with uncertain meaning.

Does the longer the injury mean that the injury is the most serious?

didn't let Fu Wei wait too long, and the doctor came out of the operating room and told the Zhang family the final result.

"Not only did the child have damage to his left eardrum, but he also had problems with the nerve in his left ear, which may have an impact on his hearing later on."

As soon as she heard the result, Zhang's mother immediately cried regardless of her image, and Zhang Jiarui, who was supporting her behind her, was also full of grief written on her face.

The doctor looked at Zhang's mother indifferently and reminded, "This is in the hospital, please keep quiet."

As a result of the beating, the child was injured and lost his hearing, and no one except the child was innocent and worth distressing.

"Doctor, is there any chance of him being cured?" Zheng Nanyang raised his head and asked, his voice still as calm as usual.

The doctor pondered for a moment, and finally gave Zheng Nanyang an ambiguous answer: "Not sure, it depends on the follow-up treatment."

Fu Mo was completely sleepy at the moment, and was leaning on Zheng Nanyang and sobbing quietly, "Ping'en... How could this be, how much pain he had to have..."

A distressed sound came into Zhang's mother's ears, and became a sporadic fire that ignited the fuse of anger in her heart, and then quickly grew larger and ignited.

"Smack," Mother Zhang no longer pointed at Jiang Meijuan with her finger, but slapped her on the left side of her face. "Now you're happy? How did you manage to be so ruthless? ”

Jiang Meijuan still lowered her head, the broken hair on the side of her ears fell off, and the lights in the hospital fell through the gaps between the hairs, leaving bright shadows on Jiang Meijuan's face.

Zhang's mother slapped down, and Zhang Jiarui behind him tied her tighter, and he was also heartbroken now, but Zhang's mother was like this, it was useless.

"Do you think I'm to blame for all this?"

At the door of the quiet operating room, Jiang Meijuan's voice echoed faintly.

"It's the person you hit, don't blame you, who blames?" Mother Zhang said and wanted to rush forward again, Jiang Meijuan raised her head without fear, holding the red palm print on the left side of her face, and the corners of her mouth rose.

"Blame you," Jiang Meijuan smiled brightly, and all the sadness on her face disappeared without a trace. She approached Mother Zhang step by step, the smile on her face was contemptuous and disdainful: "If it weren't for you, how could Ping En be cultivated with that temperament?"

Mother Zhang was so angry that she covered her heart, pointed at her and couldn't speak for a long time, it wasn't her who beat people, how could she blame her?

Zhang Jiarui was caught in the middle and was angry, so he could only stop Jiang Meijuan from speaking in a deep voice: "Meijuan, don't say it!"

[Are all family ethics dramas like this?] 1973 spoke weakly, full of doubts.

Is this the time to discuss who to blame? Shouldn't we think about how to treat Zhang Pingen?

"Zhang Pingen has such a big thing, they are painful and guilty, and then of course they want to find a 'culprit' to reduce the burden in their hearts, which is not unusual."

It's just human nature.

"How could he get my roses, how could I beat him, you say, why?"

"Why?" Jiang Meijuan asked Zhang's mother loudly, she pulled the hair from her ears back behind her ears, sighed heavily, and then smiled at Zhang's mother with relief: "It's all your fault."

Jiang Meijuan didn't wait for Zhang's mother's reaction, rolled her eyes at them, turned around and walked out angrily.

"I'll go see her," Fu Mo was in good spirits now, and he didn't wait to say goodbye to Zhang's mother, so he ran out after Jiang Meijuan.

"Meijuan, you wait for me," Fu Yu caught up with Jiang Meijuan, wrapped her shoulder, and patted her hard, "Are you going home now?" ”

Now night had fallen, and it was pitch dark. Jiang Meijuan was silent, only lowered her head and walked forward, the heels of her high-heeled shoes hitting the road and making a "click" sound.

"Can I go to your house?" Walking to the intersection of Fu Hao's house, Jiang Meijuan finally stopped.

Fu Wei glanced in the direction of home, patted her arm funny, and responded: "Of course you can, I still have the wine left over from the last party, do you want to drink some?"

"I want to go outside to drink," Jiang Meijuan looked at Fu Wei as if begging, biting her lip and whispering. Of course, Fu Wei did not refuse, and immediately took her to the nearest hotel from home.

"Just the two of us, can you find more people? Why don't we wait for the seniors to come back and then go together? ”

Before she had gone far, Jiang Meijuan opened her continuous questioning, and asked Fu Hao, who was sleepy again, in good spirits.

Two people are not enough? And why wait for Zheng Nanyang?

Jiang Meijuan ignored Fu Wei's doubtful face, she stopped, lowered her head and thought about it, and turned around and walked back.

"She's crazy?" Fu Wei looked at her thin and depressed back, and the little question mark hovered on her face.

The preface doesn't match the afterword, and she suddenly doesn't want to serve it.

"Wait, she won't be looking for Liu Chengyan, right?"

Thinking back to Jiang Meijuan's words, the more Fu Mo thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, and she always felt that she was hinting at something. Find a few more people, are there other people besides Liu Chengyan who are familiar friends with each other?

Of course, there is none.

[Blind Sheng, you found Hua Dian.] ]

Fu 9 Mo 3 quickly changed a voice pack, affirming Fu Xuan.

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