Wang Chengyou hugged Zhang's mother tightly, and the light in his eyes did not continue to pass because of Zhang's mother's appearance.

He looked at Zhang's mother and took out a bottle of eye drops from his pocket: "On the way back, I bought it temporarily in the pharmacy." Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. When I'm settled, I'll take you out and take you on a tour and take a look around. ”

Zhang's mother's tears flowed even more: "I'm waiting for you!" ”

Wang Chengyou put the jade bracelet on Zhang's mother: "You keep this, and I'll keep the rest of mine." ”

Zhang's mother shook her head and pressed against Wang Chengyou's broad chest, unable to speak.

Two days later, Zhenyuan received a courier package with the recipient written "Wang Chen". Wang Chen opened it and saw that it was a variety of bank cards. The card is written very carefully with the password and balance.

Wang Chen took the hot potato: this second son, who didn't know how to give Lao Tzu under the steps, actually sent him back all kinds of cards. It contains the fund voucher given to him by his grandfather!

Another day, Zhenyuan received a larger package. The recipient is still "Wang Chen".

Wang Chen didn't allow anyone to open it. This huge package was sealed in the basement, and it was especially instructed that it should not be touched by Mrs. Michel. He didn't have to open it to know that it was the second son who sent back clothes and school supplies.

He just knows how to make him sad!

Wang Chen gritted his teeth and decided to fight to the end to see what tricks he could play!

I thought that Michel would go crazy and mess with him, but this time, Michel was unexpectedly calm. Maybe a little too calm, and when he went out, she was lying in bed, not waking up yet. When he got home from work, she was lying in bed, already asleep.

Zhang's mother was always red-eyed, and as soon as he looked at Zhang's mother's eyes, he couldn't help but feel weak in his heart.

Forget it, he'll just assume everything is normal.

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Relying on a few hundred yuan in cash given by Zhang's mother, Wang Chengyou took a long-distance bus to Shanghai, and then took the subway to his school.

No one knows what has happened in the last half day. It wasn't until he packed the clothes sent by his family and sent them back, couriered the very high-end custom mattress back, and spread the cotton blankets he bought for dozens of yuan, that they speculated that this guy had broken with his family.

The house leak happened to be raining, and Wang Chengyou caught a cold.

He hadn't caught a cold for several years, but this time, he was sick. The fever is so hot that people talk in their dreams.

"Mo Yan. Mo Yan. ”

The stinky fish listened: "The eaves? ”

Zheng Shuguang routinely visited the door to take care of Wang Chengyou, and when he heard what Wang Chengyou was saying, he knocked away the stinky fish and put his ear on Wang Chengyou's mouth.

"Mo Yan. Mo Yan. ”

Zheng Shuguang sighed and walked out of Wang Chengyou's bedroom alone.

Finding a place to carry people, he called Mo Yan.

"Zheng Shuguang?"

"Mo Yan, he's sick."

“……”

"Daze, it's been burning for 2 days."

“……”

"Call your name all the time. Come and see him, okay? ”

“……”

"He's had a falling out with his family, and now he's penniless."

“……”

"Just pity him, come here, give him some hope."

Mo Yan wanted to be arrogant, and wanted to say indifferently "Find a doctor if you are sick", but she couldn't say anything, and only felt a pang of pain in her heart in a daze.

"I also fed a lot of medicine, but it didn't get better at all. I wondered, he had a heart disease. Really, it's miserable. I have never seen such a dying person. If you don't come, I'll just take him to the emergency room. I'm just afraid that he can't even afford to pay for an emergency ambulance right now. ”

Mo Yan covered his mouth and asked in a trembling voice, "Address." ”

"What did you say?"

"Address."

"Okay! Good! I'll send you the address!! ”

After calling Mo Yan, Zheng Shuguang returned to Wang Chengyou's bedroom with confidence. There was a smell of stinky feet: "Then who, put your shoes in the closet, not on the balcony." And you, you have no place to put your feet in the model of the place...... Wait, don't move, don't move, just leave it in its original state...... No, no, the original state is not miserable enough......"

When Mo Yan came to Wang Chengyou's bedroom under Zheng Shuguang's answer, he pushed the door and almost didn't smoke it.

Under the table of a boy by the window, there were seven or eight pairs of bright-looking sneakers. He was very devoted to pesticides in his stinking. The smell of feet was mixed with a strong smell of glue, and the boy who was making the model happened to be opposite Wang Chengyou.

Mo Yan's heart sank, feeling that this was a deliberate scam.

At that moment, the heart sends out a vigilance: warning, warning, fraud ahead, leave as soon as possible.

But the body claims otherwise.

Mo Yan endured the strong smell, stepped on Wang Chengyou's chair, and looked at him lying on the bed.

Before Mo Yan came, Zheng Shuguang considered whether to tell Wang Chengyou in advance. Thinking that once he told Wang Chengyou in advance, Wang Chengyou would inevitably struggle to get up and beat himself, and there would be no strong impact. After a total sum in his heart, he decided to give Wang Chengyou a surprise.

In this way, when Mo Yan's head was exposed to the upper bunk, Wang Chengyou's appearance was still quite primitive.

He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, and his lips, which were open from fever, were covered with dry skin, and his face was sallow, and he was covered with a shoddy quilt.

Mo Yan stared at Wang Chengyou's face for two seconds. The heart continues to issue vigilance: warning, warning, low-level fraud, Wang Chengyou would rather die than use such a quilt full of chemical fiber components. Amusing! The props are so inferior, he is willing to agree. When she was a three-year-old?

Mo Yan had a cold face, holding on to the railing, and was about to jump off the chair, when he suddenly heard Wang Chengyou say dreamily: "Yan, Mo Yan." ”

The voice was soft and weak, but it really looked like a patient.

Mo Yan sneered and laughed: "Okay, the drama club is not in vain." ”

Wang Chengyou's eyes widened suddenly, and he also got up - but unfortunately he didn't get up, he leaned on his elbow support, staring at Mo Yan who was close at hand, in that eye, surprise only flashed, and more panic: "I'm fine." I am fine. You don't have to come to see me. Wang Chengyou refused in a panic.

Mo Yan smiled, so he froze on his face.

The hand holding the railing tentatively reached out to Wang Chengyou's forehead.

Wang Chengyou struggled to avoid it, but his physical strength was limited after all. Mo Yan was stubborn again, and he was determined not to give up until he reached his goal. The soft and white little hand finally put on Wang Chengyou's forehead, and it was so hot that Mo Yan retracted his hand like a reflex.

She jumped off the chair and yelled at Zheng Shuguang: "It's all burned like this, don't you know how to send it to the hospital?" ”

"I sent it. The school doctor gave water and medicine, but it was useless. I said, this is a heart disease, and he has to be cured by heart medicine. Zheng Shuguang said.

Mo Yan took out the momentum of the female president and pointed to the window with his hand: "Open the window, ventilate, and ventilate." Stop! You can't blow the wind directly...... Well, my driver is downstairs, you guys take him down, and I'll take him to the hospital. ”