Song Ziming saw that she was unconscious, and urged the driver: "Drive faster!" ”

How could the driver not know that the matter was urgent, but the car in front of him was so congested that there was no way to move.

He couldn't wait, he ran with his mother in his arms, the weather in late autumn was not hot, but he still ran sweating profusely, passers-by saw that they were all avoiding the road, the situation looked really seeping, and he was also stained with blood all over his body.

I don't know how long it took to get to the hospital, his hands and feet were weak, and when the nurse saw that he was running in covered in blood, she hurriedly called someone to take a stretcher and pushed his mother into the operating room.

Song Ziming sat on the chair in a daze, his hands were still dripping blood, and the smell of blood on his body couldn't be hidden, he was trembling, especially his hands.

He's already lost his mom once and doesn't want a second time.

Hong Xin and the others hid on the top floor, she asked He Huan, "Sister Huan, do you think the nanny will ......" Although the nanny was not there when they were in the room, she was afraid that the nanny would say Qi Jun, and Song Ziming would not let go of Qi Jun.

How could He Huan not know Song Ziming's horror? Otherwise, she wouldn't have pushed Mo Rong down to block the knife, and she was afraid of being discovered, Hong Xin was still talking nonsense, she said impatiently: "She should only have food to cook, your Qi army won't see her, and he won't let that woman see her, don't worry, hide with peace of mind." ”

She was frightened by He Huan's attitude, and she didn't dare to come out for a long time, especially the scene where He Huan pushed people just now, she couldn't have imagined that someone who usually looks so gentle and virtuous would be so ruthless!

He Huan felt that her eyes were wrong, and her face softened: "Don't think about it, Xinxin, who am I helping when I fall to this point?" I didn't do that just now, we probably have been caught by Song Ziming a long time ago, who will come to Qi Army? ”

This is true, Hong Xin weakly apologized: "I'm sorry Sister Huan." Although she said this, she wondered in her heart, why did He Huan know that Qi Jun would not see the nanny? Although it is a conjecture, listening to her tone, it must mean more.

"Well, don't speak, lest you be discovered. By the way, turn off your phone so that it doesn't ring and be detected. He Huan turned his face away, his eyes full of impatience.

Originally, the house where Mo Rong was closed was still open, He Lei ran in with it, it was empty, and just about to leave, a nanny came, and she didn't know what she was supposed to do, she seemed to be only responsible for cooking, and she didn't know anything else, and she hadn't even seen the owner of the house.

He Lei also admires her, and dares to take this kind of business.

"Flip the whole building, I don't believe you can't find it." He Lei instructed, and he went to check the head of this room to see if he could find some clues.

Whether someone came to the top floor, they hid at night, and when He Lei's people relaxed, they took the opportunity to run out.

He Huan went all day, and when she got home, she remembered that Zhou Chunying was coming today, and she said to Hong Xin: "When the time comes, we will say that we were originally going to buy vegetables, but we encountered a robbery on the way, and the things were lost, so we went to the police station to record." ”

Before entering the door, I heard Zihan's crying, Zhou Chunying scolded, "What are you crying about?" It's a money-loser like your mother, if it weren't for the old man who said he wanted to see you, I wouldn't be too lazy to serve you, but your uncompetitive mother is still running around, and the phone can't get through, every day, I'm tired to death, and you're still crying. ”

It was embarrassing for Hong Xin to hear this......

He Huan walked in the door, "Mom, we ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, you stuff the child to me and go to the waves, what do you want to say? Went grocery shopping for a day? Or was it robbed while buying groceries? Let me tell you He Huan, I don't believe what you say, if you have a belly and give birth to a boy, I am willing to bring it to you, and I want to work hard to give birth to a daughter, you dream about you. As soon as she opened her mouth, He Huan had no room to speak, and she blocked every sentence.

Hong Xin also wanted to explain a few words, "Madam, it's such a ......"

"Shut up." Zhou Chunying said, "Where is your share of talking, something that has no eyes." ”

He Huan no longer explained, hugged Zihan, and coaxed softly: "Don't cry, don't cry...... Mom will be in pain. ”

Zhou Chunying seemed to be stimulated, "You hurt so much!" If you can't give birth to a son, just wait for Song Anzhi's Song Anzhi of Song Ziming's family to take away all the family property, so that your daughter can live in the northwest wind. This Ming Xin is also true, if you find a woman, there is no woman from Song Ziming's family who will give birth. ”

She spoke around the man and woman, and He Huan couldn't stand it anymore, "You are so good at giving birth to a son like Mingxin, but my father-in-law doesn't just like Mo Rong's son!" ”

She was so angry that she couldn't speak, the valuable fur was wearing on her at the moment, like an angry pheasant, all upside down, she walked over with a sneer and slapped He Huan fiercely: "Sure enough, he is a rough man in the countryside, and he has no basic politeness, and he dares to talk about the rights and wrongs of his mother-in-law." She slapped her hard, and He Huan's fair face slowly swollen, a few degrees higher than the other face.

Song Zihan seemed to know that her mother was beaten, so she cried even more fiercely, and she handed the child to Hong Xin: "Hong Xin, you help me carry the child in." ”

When they entered, He Huan straightened her disrupted hair, and it hurt to accidentally pull the corners of her mouth, "You are a high-quality and high-level educational talent, why don't you even know that the birth of a boy or a girl is decided by the man, and this kind of junior high school biology knowledge is not known?" You think Zihan is daughter is not satisfied, so go and scold your son! ”

"You ......," she said with anger, her face crooked.

I wanted to slap again, but was stopped by He Huan, "I want to slap and roll outside, this is my house, you are not welcome." ”

"Your home? Your home is in that small mountain village! This is my son's house, and if you want to get out, you can get out. She said hatefully.

He Huan glanced at her, took out ice cubes from the refrigerator and put them on his face, "You have this momentum in front of Song Morong, and that person doesn't have to hide Jiaojiao in Qingshan Golden House for so many years." Now it seems that your IQ and vision are enough to bully your daughter-in-law. ”

This sentence poked her heart, and she stood for a long time without moving, and finally said: "I see that you owe it to clean up, I will tell Mingxin." ”

Hearing the sound of the door closing, the ice cube in her hand slipped to the ground, she walked to the bathroom, locked the door, opened the hot water, did not take off her clothes, and let the hot water continue to pour down.

She first hugged herself, and finally cried bitterly, she couldn't figure it out, she was also a high-achieving student who returned from studying abroad, why did she force herself to be like this, living a wretched life, and looking at people's eyes everywhere.

She thought that Song Mingxin would administer justice to her when she came back and would comfort her, but she didn't expect to get only one sentence: "My mother, you dare to scold, you are still crying here, who can you show your grievances." ”

Her cold body is even colder, she hates Song Mingxin for not knowing right and wrong, but she hates Zhou Chunying even more, this short-sighted stupid woman! In this case, no one wants to protect her and be angry for her, so she will do it herself.

……

Song Ziming sat in the chair, and there was no response after an hour, and the doctor came out and asked him: "May I ask if that lady is your ......?"

"She's my mom." Song Ziming said without hesitation.

"Did she get a blow to the head?"

He nodded smugly.

The doctor said: "Her cerebral congestion is spreading, or disappearing, and now we have to take it all out, and the operation is dangerous, and the family needs to sign it." ”

He was about to sign the pen with the pen, but retracted it again, "Is it that if the operation is successful, she will be able to return to normal?" ”

"Theoretically."

"What are the odds of success and failure?" He asked.

"Fifty percent each."

This kind of decision should be more appropriate for Song Yuankai to do it, but Mo Rong has been confused for so long, with her previous arrogant temperament, she will definitely choose to have surgery without hesitation, Ziming thought about it for a while, and signed his name after agreeing to the operation.

He closed his eyes and prayed for a successful operation, but he felt his hand being held and smelled his familiar smell, he didn't open his eyes, and leaned over directly: "Why are you here?" ”

"Your mobile phone was left in the car, and the driver answered my call, so I knew you were here, so I came over." Manjun took out a wet tissue and helped him wipe the blood on his hands little by little.

"It's good you're here." He muttered.

Manyun didn't look at it, wiped his hands clean, and handed him his clothes again, "Go to the toilet and change your clothes." ”

He began to play tricks, "No, you can change it for me." ”

Manyun couldn't do anything with him, one hand supported him, one hand took off his clothes, his clothes inside were soaked, fortunately it was really in the VIP area, there were not many people, he threw his dirty clothes on the ground, and when the clean shirt and coat were put on, when the buttons were buttoned, a drop of water dripped on the back of Manyun's hand, which was very hot.

There were tears on his long eyelashes, and Manyun quietly wiped his tears and gently wiped his tears away, "It's going to be fine." ”

He nodded, holding Manyun and refusing to let go, "Don't leave me." ”

"If you don't leave, you will follow you when you go to the toilet." Manyun said.

"I'm serious." His voice was hoarse.

"I'll be serious, too." Manyun caressed his back, like patting An An.

Manyun heard him smile, "Bai Manyun, I love you." ”

"I know." Manyun responded, "Song Ziming, I love you too." ”

Only then did he calm down, Manyun understood him, he didn't have much, and he was even more afraid of losing.

He may have been really tired, and he actually fell asleep like this, Manyun didn't dare to move, and his shoulders were sore, but she endured it.

As soon as the phone rang, she hung up, afraid that the voice would make Ziming noisy, and then sent a message to ask others what was wrong. Ziming slept on her right hand, her right hand fixed Ziming's head, her left hand was not easy to operate, her hand was raised high, it looked very tired, very funny, and very moving.

When the doctor came out, Manyun made a boo gesture, and then asked softly, "Doctor, how is my mother?" ”

"Congratulations, the operation was successful, immediately transferred to the general ward for observation, and you can see her in a while." Then he looked at her stiff hand and smiled without speaking.

She nodded slightly, "Thank you, thank you......"

"Yes, come to the office and ask me if you don't know anything." With that, the doctor left.

She rubbed Ziming's face, "Now you can rest assured, sleep well." ”