Zhong Nuanyang was very anxious in the hospital, especially when she found that her memory was not as good as before, she memorized English words and forgot them, and she wanted to cry several times.

The police said that the driver who hit the person was found, but the person was under the age of 18 and was driving without a license. The other party's parents also came to the hospital several times, and every time he came, his mother cried and begged Zhong Nuanyang not to let her son go to prison, and their family was willing to pay as much as she wanted, and this last time she even knelt down and was helped up by Zhang Xue in a panic, making Zhong Nuanyang feel that she was a bit of a bully.

Zhong Nuanyang agreed to their request, but added a clause that asked their son to write a letter of guarantee that he would not touch any motor vehicles without a driver's license. That day, the old mother gratefully escorted her yellow-haired son to hand in the guarantee, and Zhong Nuanyang was the only one in the ward at that time.

When she saw her son, Zhong Nuanyang began to wonder if her decision was correct. Where should she have seen that boy, especially the way he looked impatiently dealing with his mother, which made Zhong Nuanyang feel in a trance, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Have I seen you?"

"I don't know." Huang Mao tugged at the corners of his mouth with a look of disdain, and the mother next to him saw that she was busy standing on tiptoe and pressing his head hard to make him humble: "Don't talk like that, the girl is a good person, otherwise you will be arrested and imprisoned......"

Zhong Nuanyang felt a trace of regret in her heart, but she still patiently explained with dissatisfaction: "I'm not a judge, I can't decide your future, but for the sake of your mother's face, I'm not ready to pursue it, but it's ......"

The boy's mother stared at her nervously, holding his son's arm and straining his hand, and the little yellow hair next to him snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, and was beaten back by his mother.

"I hope your letter of guarantee is carefully written." After Zhong Nuanyang finished speaking, she stared at Huang Mao, she didn't know if her easy understanding would be a reason to condone him to continue to do as he pleased. Thinking about it, she glanced at the old mother with gray sideburns next to Huang Mao, and was not sure if she was really helping her by doing this.

"Say thank you." The old mother had tears in her eyes, and kept pushing her son, the little yellow hair was impatiently pushed, and shook her arm: "Got it." Thank you" After speaking, he still looked unhappy, and Zhong Nuanyang, who was watching, frowned.

After Zhang Xue came back, the old mother pulled her son and told her a lot of words of gratitude, saying that she would discipline her son well when she went back, and then pulled her son away.

"This kid doesn't look like a fuel-efficient lamp." Zhang Xue saw the old mother chasing her son all the way, and sighed with eyebrows.

"That's what you said about Su Feng before." Zhong Nuanyang didn't know why he suddenly thought of what his mother said when Su Feng was disobedient to his grandmother's discipline when he was a child, and he was surprised how he could think of these things after speaking, and he closed his mouth a little consciously, but fortunately, his mother didn't care.

"They're different." Zhang Xue shook her head and sat at the head of her daughter's bed and checked the flow rate of the infusion bottle: "Su Feng's kid looks rebellious, but he is actually very measured. ”

"Didn't you say yesterday that he ran away from home?" Zhong Nuanyang flattened his mouth noncommittally, he couldn't go back to the classroom to make up for classes right away from home after suffering every day here, worried about affecting the college entrance examination, but Su Feng was able to run away from home, and he didn't know where his mother was talking about it.