Wen Xili: "......"

He suspected that his mother was mentally ill.

I've never seen my own son pushed into the fire pit like this.

Let's not say that he has no feelings for ginger wine at all, just with ginger wine's brutal and pungent style, he will marry her at that time, will the Wen family still have Ning Ri?

With her character of wanting to take revenge for any grievances, I am afraid that the first thing to suffer is to marry her.

He married his wife to live, not to fight.

What's more, he has no interest in a woman like ginger wine.

He didn't like her at all.

Wen Xili pushed away the doctor who was treating him, got up from the sofa, and walked upstairs with an indifferent attitude and a blank face.

He didn't bother to deal with them anymore.

"Xiaoli, your hand hasn't stopped bleeding yet, where are you going?" Mrs. Wen wiped her tears and followed her son in a panic and chased after him.

Jiang Jiu turned his head, looked at the man's back, and gritted his teeth slightly.

To be honest, I'm still unwilling.

Wait for him for eight years, just wait for this result, that's it, forget it, forget it, start over, but on the contrary, he actually hates her.

She thought that she had nothing to be sorry for him, and even tried to be nice to him with all her might. However, the closer he got, the more disgusted he became. She is not a good-tempered person in the first place, and when the two of them played together in the past, he was accommodating her.

In the end, it became the situation it is today.

As soon as they met, he sneered, and she spoke coldly.

The imbalance of feelings is like a snowball, accumulating into a lot, rolling bigger and bigger, and now, it seems irreparable.

Jiang Jiu took a slight breath and was about to get up from the ground, when he suddenly heard the sound of a heavy weight falling from upstairs, followed by Mrs. Wen's sharp cry that pierced people's eardrums: "Xiao Li, Xiao Li!" What's wrong with you, Xiaoli?! ”

"......" Jiang Jiu's breath suddenly turned into a cold cold air and solidified in her chest, and the green tendons in her temples jumped violently, and before she could even react to her reason, her body had already rushed upstairs.

*

Wen Xili was taken to the emergency room.

When Jiang Jiu returned after handing over all the information and completing the admission procedures for him, Mrs. Wen was still crying at the door of the operating room.

She is a fragile and delicate woman, pampered since she was a child, her beloved son is in danger, crying at the moment, the nurse on the side is holding the document, looking at her helplessly, as if waiting for her to sign.

"I'll do it." Jiang Jiu walked over, took the pile of preoperative watches, and wrote his name on it.

"Are you ......" The little nurse was slightly stunned when she saw her, but she didn't react.

"His wife." Jiang Jiu smiled at her.

……

Wen Xili's operation lasted late at night, Jiang was addicted to alcohol and smoking, and she couldn't smoke in front of the operating room, so she went outside to smoke a cigarette and came back, and saw Mrs. Wen running over like an uneasy rabbit and calling her: "Little wine." ”

Jiang Jiu fanned his sleeves and dispersed the smell of smoke, then he walked over and smiled at Mrs. Wen, and said comfortingly: "Auntie, it's fine, it's just that you lost a little blood, and you can just have a blood transfusion in it." ”

"......" Mrs. Wen's face, which was younger and more delicate than her peers, rarely showed a trace of complexity at this moment, she looked at Jiang Jiu, her eyes were red, as if she had something to say.

Ginger wine doesn't give her a chance to speak.

"Auntie, you were there when he left. He told me to wait for him, but I couldn't, and before he came back, let him accidentally marry someone else. He'll blame me. ”