Zhou Zixiu shook her hand, loosened the bow tie around her neck, and walked out the door without looking back.

Ran Yan lowered her head, as if she was in a depressed mood.

With the door "clicking" shut, she suddenly raised her head, looked at the desktop computer next to her, took out a USB flash drive, and hooked the corner of her mouth.

Jiaoyang hurried to the hospital, half-ran in, and listened to the phone all the way: "What the hell is going on?" ”

Sheng's father's voice came from the phone: "Xiao Jia found out that he committed suicide in the room in the afternoon, and the last person he saw was you, what did you tell him?" Let him commit suicide! And your grandmother has high blood pressure again because of your brother's business, and she was also sent to the hospital, and the house is in a mess now."

"What's the matter with me, and that old woman will make trouble, she is the one who doesn't want Xiao Jia to live." Jiaoyang complained.

"What did you say?!"

"It's nothing," Jiao Yang's mouth hooked, "So how is Xiao Jia's situation now?" ”

"Your brother has just been sent to the hospital for rescue, and I don't know if he can be saved."

There was a rare anxiety in Father Sheng's voice, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Hurry up. Chances are, it's the last time you'll ever see your brother. ”

"I see."

Jiaoyang said and hung up the phone.

When she arrived, there was already a circle of people at the door, and Sheng's father, who was standing at the door, looked at her with red eyes.

"You're here, Jiaoyang."

The man who has always shown himself as a majestic man rarely shows his vulnerable side, and his gaze at her is a little dependent that even he doesn't know about.

A father, dependent on his daughter?

Jiaoyang sneered. yes, how could he not rely on her. After her grandfather passed away, she was the one who carried the whole family, she was the one who led the company to where it is today, and she was the one who coped with all the pressures from the outside world.

She was only 12 years old. Eight years have passed, and there is the Sheng family now, these people enjoy everything in a grand manner, even though she is a girl, a girl who is not valued, how can they not rely on her? What's more, now, Mrs. Sheng has also had an accident. It's really just her.

Otherwise, the father, who had always been fond of her, would have rushed to her at once, lifted her collar, and asked her what she had done to her brother.

Jiaoyang passed step by step, and her steps suddenly stopped.

Suddenly sober.

yes, it's just her now

"Jiaoyang, Jiaoyang?"

Father Sheng woke her up with a tired voice, and Jiaoyang raised her eyes, tilted her head, and looked at him.

He seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden: "Go and see Xiao Jia, now is the time for him to fight death, he has always cared about you, seeing you as a sister go to see him, maybe he will be happy." ”

Jiaoyang didn't speak, just lay at the door of the room, looking at the rescued teenager in the operating room.

The young man's face was pale, and he had long lost his former freshness, and he was most impressed by her, and the arrogant expression that showed off his presence was not there. There was not the slightest life on his face, and even when he closed his eyes, he could feel the intense sadness and deep despair in him.

"Why?" she asked faintly.

Father Sheng was stunned for a moment, not understanding what she meant: "What? ”

"Why save him, I don't understand."

Jiaoyang turned her head and looked at him lightly.

"What did you say?" Father Sheng was stunned at first, and then he was furious.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Sheng Jiaoyang?"

"Don't be in a hurry to get angry, I'm just just confused."

She looked away, ignored his angry expression, and continued.

"Every human being is born the product of the selfishness of their parents. Without the consent of their children, they make their own decisions and lead their children into the world. Children do not have the right to choose whether they exist or not, this is the choice of the parents, and the parents owe their children from the time the child is born, so they need to raise the child for 18 years. It is said that it is the nature of parents to love their children, but in my opinion, it is better to say that they are indebted. Therefore, any parent who has the slightest bit of shame should be kind to themselves, because this is the sin they have committed. ”

Father Sheng looked at her in astonishment, while Jiaoyang lowered her head and continued to speak calmly.

"All of the above are things I've figured out, but there's still one thing I can't figure out."

She looked up: "Why save him?" ”

"If a person no longer has the right to choose to be born, why should he be prevented from dying in the first place? Isn't it right to respect the will of others? Since a person has chosen death, it can only mean that there is nothing worthy of his nostalgia in this world, and living can no longer make him feel happy, so why save him? Therefore, parents are the most selfish people. Selfishly brought him into this world, and now, selfishly forcing him to live for himself, tsk, it's shameless. ”

Jiaoyang sneered, and then walked outside the hospital with Father Sheng's stunned expression.

"Where are you going?"

Father Sheng panicked suddenly: "This is really likely to be the last time you will see your brother, won't you spend more time with him?" ”

"I don't have to."

Jiaoyang smiled and looked at him: "Isn't there a father with you?" ”

"And where are you going?" Father Sheng shouted at the back of the door.

"Me?"

The corners of her mouth hooked up, and then retracted.

"Of course, there are more important things to do."

As soon as they walked out of the hospital, the reporters surrounding the door rushed up at once, and the water surrounding the people was impassable.

The secretaries and assistants were busy rushing people, but to no avail.

The crowd was almost about to annihilate the thin girl in the middle, Jiaoyang put her hands in her pockets, and walked in a narrow path opened by dozens of people, looking calm.

The flashing lights kept flashing, and there were still reporters who were unwilling to squeeze in, and the assistants gradually became impatient.

"Shoot what, shoot what? It's all said that private matters are not in the media, are you deaf? ”

On weekdays, they don't know how good the relationship between Mr. Sheng and the media is, but now that something happens at home, I can't wait for all of them to pounce on and take away a piece of meat. In a trance, it was like going back to ten years ago, when the old master had just passed away.

In the end, there was still a fish that slipped through the net, holding a camera in front of her, and asked: "May I ask Mr. Sheng, your grandmother and younger brother, who have a competitive relationship with you in the company, had an accident at the same time, do you have anything to do with this matter?" And if one of them dies, will you feel guilty? ”

"Damn." The secretary hurriedly tried to drive people away.

Jiaoyang raised her head, faced the camera, and raised a bright smile.

"Not at all."

(End of chapter)