Song Yan ignored it, looked at Wen Shouli coldly, frowned, and said, "If you are here to talk about this today, then please go back!" ”

"Aunt Song......" Wen Shouli frowned incredulously, staring at their ancestors and grandchildren, trying in vain to see the flaws in their hearts.

Chen Meijuan stomped her feet angrily, "Aunt Song! It's right to pamper your own children, but you can't distinguish between black and white, right and wrong! If she doesn't change her ways now, how will we educate her in the future! ”

"Qianqian made a friend and you said like that! You don't have any evidence, why should you slander my Qianqian for going the wrong way to make money! Song Yan retorted in a straight voice.

Chen Meijuan's eyes widened, and she shouted arrogantly: "Then tell me, how did you get the medical expenses in the past few years!" ”

Song Yan glanced at Chen Meijuan and said coldly: "Hmph! My own family's affairs, why should I explain to you as an outsider! ”

She always knew about Qianqian's cultivation of rare herbs and working in a bar!

Otherwise, how could she have been hospitalized for years!

"Good! Even if I'm an outsider! Then you can always tell my husband where the money came from! Didn't you say that my husband was her own father! ”

Song Yan glanced at Wen Shouli, whose face was dark, and said coldly: "A father who doesn't even believe in his own daughter, don't say it!" ”

Chen Meijuan looked at Wen Shouli unwillingly, grabbed his arm, and pouted angrily.

"Husband! Look at their grandparents! It is clear that we treat our kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs! That's all that said, what are we doing here! Pure and white is laughed at! ”

Wen Shouli patted the back of Chen Meijuan's hand, looked at Song Yan and Song Qianqian, and took out a bank card from his wallet.

"Aunt Song, this card is a little bit of my heart! The password is Qianqian's birthday! Let's go back first! I'll see you another day! ”

Chen Meijuan looked at the bank card on the table, and a trace of resentment and unwillingness flashed in her eyes.

"......" Song Yan looked at Wen Shouli with a complicated expression, and didn't say a word.

"......" Song Qianqian wanted to throw the card, but after seeing her grandmother's expression, she dispelled the idea of throwing the card.

A few seconds later, only Song Yan and Song Qianqian's ancestors and grandchildren were left in the ward!

Song Qianqian rubbed the back of Song Yan's hand crookedly.

"Grandma, you are so good to me! I love the way you defend me! It makes me feel like I'm back when I was a kid!

In the past, when my grandfather thought I was bad at painting and wanted to beat me, you also used this attitude to defend me! ”

Song Yan couldn't help but poke Song Qianqian's head with a smile, and said with a smile: "You! You're embarrassed to say it! Your grandfather taught you how to draw with a brush as soon as you could crawl!

But what about you, after a few years of study, you feel that your painting skills are excellent and lawless, and your grandfather's hard work is criticized indiscriminately!

Your grandfather still thinks that you can be his heir, but what about you, you lost your paintbrush and learned to plant grass and birds with your grandfather next door! Don't do business every day! He doesn't beat you to anyone! ”

Song Qianqian covered her face shyly and argued: "Where am I not doing my job!" I obviously want to take advantage of my youth to learn more skills, as the old saying goes, art is not pressing! ”

Song Yan pinched Song Qianqian's little face, with a look of emotion, and his eyes were red.

"Yes! Yiduo is not pressing! But as soon as I thought of you, a little doll, in order to study medicine, you made your fingers full of blood holes every day, and my heart began to ache! ”