Chapter Eighty-Four: Poor Crying
Leng Yiyi on the other end of the phone sighed again, "Anyway, you are determined to give them money." ”
"I'm also very helpless, so I really don't care about anything, it seems to be a little unbearable." Mu Tanwei said that she also knew that soft-heartedness was a terrible thing, but after all, it was her own family, who could really be so ruthless and say that she didn't care.
"I still have 100,000 yuan, but I really don't support you like this, I'll give you the money first, but next time if I ask for hundreds of thousands, I don't have it." Leng Yiyi said.
"There shouldn't be a next time, I think, that's already my limit." Mu Tanwei whispered.
She is a person, she still knows herself.
If it hurts a little, she can't die, and the pain will continue to accumulate until the limit, until she can't bear it anymore, and she can only wake up completely when she despises herself.
She is such a stubborn personality who does not shed tears when she sees the coffin.
This kind of characteristic, when placed in a good place, is an advantage, and others think that it is a strong enough willpower and strong endurance.
But if you are obsessed with some things, you will always be stupid, you will always practice yourself, and you will always die.
"I'll send you money later, I'll go to the meeting first, you have something to call me." Leng Yiyi said.
"Okay, thank you."
"Okay, what do you say, take care of your legs." Leng Yiyi hung up the phone with a smile.
Mu Tanwei let out a sigh.
put the phone down, and after a while, she received a text message from the account, and she quickly sent a message to Leng Yiyi to tell her that the money had arrived.
Then I called my adoptive father.
When her adoptive father learned that she had borrowed money, he thanked her happily.
She sent the money to her adoptive father's card, but fortunately, now the transfer can be done on her mobile phone, otherwise she doesn't know how to give him the money.
Mu Tanwei looked at the balance in her account, poverty made her lose hope for tomorrow.
Twenty-five years old, at the age of running for three, her balance is only 700 yuan.
It's really a bitter tear when I think about it.
Mu Tanwei looked at the balance and then at her legs, and her mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
Tears of sadness flowed.
When is the end of such a day?
Mu Tanwei looked at the balance of seven hundred yuan, and tears flowed in her eyes.
Didn't notice someone looking outside the door.
The man outside was wearing a white coat, and his long figure had a gentlemanly taste.
He knocked on the door and walked in.
Mu Tanwei looked up and saw a strange doctor, and immediately wiped her tears.
She looked at the tall doctor who walked to the bedside, this doctor was the first time she had seen her, her attending doctor was a middle-aged man in his forties, and she usually didn't see anyone except a few nurses and attending doctors.
That's why this new face will surprise her.
Doctor...... So young, so handsome.
Beiyu picked up the case sheet hanging at the end of her bed and looked at it, and also took out her film picture to take a look.
Mu Tanwei thought it was the new attending doctor, so she didn't speak, and waited quietly for him to finish reading.
His height is also estimated to be more than 1.8 meters.
Lean build, wearing a white coat......
She looked at him, and it seemed that what appeared in front of her was when Qin Hanyu was on the stage.
The immortal-like aura and unearthly temperament seem to be still coming.
Beiyu put down her medical record and said, "Don't be so sad, your condition is not too bad, and you are recovering well." ”