The man was dressed in a crisp dark gray suit, although his temples had gray hair and his face was wrinkled and spotted, but he had an elegant and elegant temperament all over his body.

Ji Yunting looked at him, his pupils contracted slightly, and he recognized this person at a glance as the richest man in Haicheng, Li Zhaokang.

Li Zhaokang had no one else in his eyes, a pair of small but still sharp eyes locked on Song Meixin's figure, passed by Ji Yunting with steady steps, came to Song Meixin, and pulled her up from the ground without a glance.

Song Meixin's crying paused, she raised a teary-eyed face, and when her eyes were intertwined with her husband, a trace of surprise flashed under her eyes, "Zhaokang, why are you here?" ”

Li Zhaokang knew that Song Meixin had been running to Suicheng recently, in order to find the daughter she had abandoned back then.

Li Zhaokang is clear about Song Meixin's past, he didn't dislike her because of this, but he didn't understand it a little, since he chose to give up back then, then simply forget all the past and be his wife with peace of mind, isn't it good to live a life like a master?

Whatever she wants, he can satisfy her, even if she can't have children anymore, it doesn't matter, in order to calm her heart, he even gave her the shares of the group, and made a will in advance, even if he leaves before her in the future, with these things, she can live a good life, worry-free, why do you have to add blockage to yourself, find it unhappy?

"I'll take you home!" Li Zhaokang said mildly.

Song Meixin didn't want to go back with Li Zhaokang now, she hadn't heard the contact information of the nurse in Angel's Orphanage from Zhang Xiaohui.

"Zhaokang, the sister-in-law of the Ji family had a car accident and just had surgery, I want to stay with her.

Shall I return to Haicheng the day after tomorrow at the latest? You don't have to worry about me, I'll take care of myself. Song Meixin looked up at Li Zhaokang, and her voice was as gentle as water.

Li Zhaokang was reluctant, but when he proposed marriage, he promised Song Meixin that no matter when, as long as she wanted to do something, he would support her and not force her with personal subjective opinions.

"But the way you are now, I don't feel comfortable letting you stay.

Otherwise, you go back to Haicheng with me first, wait for two days, and then you come to visit the patient, if the sister-in-law of the Ji family wants to go to Haicheng for treatment, I can arrange it together! Li Zhaokang persuaded.

Song Meixin quietly turned her head to look at Ji Yunting, who was silent with a cold face on the side, and a trace of bitterness appeared in her heart.

She thought that her son probably didn't want to see her, he hated himself so much, if she kept coming to his adoptive parents, I was afraid that he would hate her even more, right?

That's it!

Song Meixin pursed her lower lip, and Li Zhaokang helped her to pick up the hair scattered around her ears, and responded in a low voice: "Okay, then I'll listen to you and go back to Haicheng first." ”

Li Zhaokang smiled, took Song Meixin's hand, and walked in the direction of the black Maybach sedan.

Ji Yunting felt like a transparent person, and he was directly ignored.

Li Zhaokang didn't even bother to sweep the corner of his eye at him, so he took his biological mother and swaggered away from him.

An inexplicable sense of shame emerged from the bottom of his heart, and Ji Yunting subconsciously clenched his fists.

The Maybach car started again, and the car slowly drove towards the crowded street exit, and Ji Yunting's obscure gaze fell on Song Meixin's side face through the car window.

Xu is the electrocardiogram between mother and son, and Song Meixin also turned her head to look out.

Although there was only a quick glance after the eye contact, and the distance between the two people was widened, Song Meixin could still feel the resentment and hatred that Ji Yunting passed on to her.

She quickly burst into tears in her eyes, and because her husband was sitting next to her, she held back for fear that he would be too careful.

......

That night, Zhang Xiaohui's condition stabilized and she was transferred to the general ward.

Ji Yunting stayed in the hospital to keep vigil to take care of his adoptive mother.

Because Zhang Xiaohui had surgery, she was unable to move, and it was inconvenient for the two of them to serve the two of them, so they asked a nurse aunt to help.

There was a nurse, Zhang Xiaohui was reluctant to let her son stay up late and wanted to drive him home to sleep, but Ji Yunting refused, let his adoptive father go home to rest, and insisted on staying in the hospital to take care of him.

The nurse's aunt praised her in front of Zhang Xiaohui that she had a filial son, and Zhang Xiaohui was both happy and melancholy when she heard it.

She could see that her son Ji Yunting still had feelings for his biological mother, and if she really didn't care about it, she wouldn't hate it.

The more Yun Ting hated the other party, it showed that Song Meixin still occupied a very important place in his heart.

Zhang Xiaohui got Song Meixin's assurance, saying that she would not fight with her for a son, but how could this matter be accurate with a unilateral guarantee?

Now that the son is an adult, he has his own ideas and his own ideas, can they stop him?

Zhang Xiaohui lay on the hospital bed, reached out and held the hand of her adopted son Ji Yunting, and clenched it hard.

Ji Yunting smiled and stretched out his other hand to gently pat the back of his adoptive mother's hand, and said softly: "Mom, sleep, I'll be here with you, don't be afraid, you will definitely get better." ”

Zhang Xiaohui nodded, tears slipped down the corners of her eyes, and the moment she held her son's hand, she couldn't help but think that Song Meixin just wanted to find that hard-working daughter, so she would help her, let her get her wish, and find that girl back, so that maybe she wouldn't be thinking about Yun Ting all the time.

In a daze, Zhang Xiaohui fell asleep, but in the middle of the night, the anesthetic passed, and she woke up directly.

She was drenched in cold sweat, her face was pale, and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Ji Yunting immediately went to ask the doctor on duty to come over, and the doctor asked the nurse to send a painkiller pump.

After Zhang Xiaohui used it, the talent came back to life, and her emotions slowly calmed down and stabilized.

After Ji Yunting saw the situation, he said to Zhang Xiaohui: "Mom, wait until I ask the doctor, if your current situation allows you to move, we will go directly to Kyoto for treatment, and the medical environment over there will be better." ”

Zhang Xiaohui considered that her son was working in Kyoto and could not stay in Suicheng for a long time, so she went to Kyoto with her son for treatment, which was also convenient for her son, and he didn't have to worry about running back and forth.

Another one, it can also reduce the chance of his son meeting Song Meixin, the best of both worlds, but it is excellent.

"Okay, Mom listens to you!" Zhang Xiaohui responded weakly.

Ji Yunting took a towel and gently wiped the cold sweat from the corners of her forehead, and asked softly, "Mom, does it still hurt now?" ”

"It's already much better!" Zhang Xiaohui muttered.

Ji Yunting coaxed: "That's good, let's sleep......"

Ji Yunting is tall and long-legged, and he nested on the folding bed in the ward all night, sleeping so painful that he looked a little sad and not very energetic the next day.

Ji Congli came over early in the morning with boiled shredded chicken porridge, a big warm pot, a wife and a son.

The family of three drank porridge together in the ward, and when the doctor came to check on the ward, the two of them went out to smoke and talk.