"Don't try to escape by pretending to be stupid, your misfortunes have nothing to do with us, but you always vent these on your own children, you are disgusting."

Sang Qingran couldn't help but sneer, they are all the same people, they are not happy, and they will definitely not let go of the culprit who caused all this.

Everyone should feel bad together and repent together.

Sang Nanfeng looked at the other two younger brothers blaming his mother, he couldn't say a word, he was also excessive, he was the eldest brother, and it was he who took the lead in isolating Qiao Qiao.

Why does he always have to be so proud and complacent, what is the use of his self-esteem, will he die if he bows his head?

It's a pity that he understood these truths too late, and everything was too late.

Just when the atmosphere in the room was depressed, Sang Zheng's body appeared at the door, "You said Sancho is going to die? Is her company going to be inherited by us?"

The four pairs of sad eyes in the room suddenly glanced at each other.

Sang Zheng was a little embarrassed, he suppressed the joy in his heart, and pretended to be sad, "Didn't I ask, after all, it was Qiaoqiao's hard work, and we have to manage it well."

"Why are you so disgusting? What a beast father like you is...... Huh."

Sang Qingran laughed sarcastically, it's good that his biological father doesn't expect to be so sad, but he doesn't have to act so indifferent.

"Qingran, what are you talking about......" Sang Zheng's face was a little unbearable.

"Mr. Sang, don't worry, if Qiaoqiao doesn't make a will, then I will sell all her company and donate it, and half of it will definitely not fall into your hands!"

The fists of Sang Shen's hands were whitened by him, which was enough to see the great strength.

Sang Zheng immediately became anxious when he heard this, "What are you talking about, that's our family's property."

"Now that you know that Jojo is part of our family, why did you go in the first place? I tell you, our money will not fall into your hands, and you are not worthy of being a father."

Sang Shen casually copied the vase next to him and slammed it at his feet.

"Crackling!" The fragments of the vase shattered to the ground.

"Ahh You rebel!" Sang Zheng was frightened, and thought that Sang Shen wanted to smash him.

"You'd better cover my mouth and don't spread this matter to my grandfather's ears, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind to you, and my people will also look down on you."

When Sang Nanfeng walked next to Sang Zheng, he stared at this beast condescendingly and threatened.

Now all he can do for Qiaoqiao is to help her hide it from her grandfather.

"You guys! Isn't it the other way around, I'm your father!" Sang Zhengqi's face darkened.

Seeing that Sang Qingran was about to leave, Mrs. Sang couldn't wait to step forward and grab his sleeve, crying bitterly: "Qingran, tell me, what's wrong with Qiao Qiao? You take me to her, and we'll take care of her."

Sang Qingran directly pulled her wrist away, her eyes were indifferent, "Don't worry, you will be able to attend her funeral soon, and when the time comes, will you be happy that your wish for more than ten years will come true immediately?"

"No, no, no...... I don't have that desire, I'm just sick, I'm already taking medicine, I'll be fine."

Mrs. Sang said these words with difficulty, and as she spoke, she was about to open the drawer and take out the medicine bottles, open them, and pour out most of the medicine in them at once, and then eat them.

She's just too sick, she will get better if she eats more, and she can go to Qiaoqiao when she is well.

"If you don't eat as much as the doctor instructs, you'll be able to follow Sancho tomorrow." The viciousness of the words spit out of Sang Qingran's mouth was actually thinking about her.

"I... I didn't want to eat so much, but my hands were shaking and I accidentally poured too much, I was obediently taking medicine at home, and you remember to tell me if there is news from Qiaoqiao?"

Mrs. Sang obediently put a few back, and she grabbed Qingran's trouser leg and asked.

"Well, next time there's news, I'll be back for a funeral." Sang Qingran closed his eyes in some pain when he said this, he still didn't make up for anything, how could she go so fast.

It was because he said the doctor himself, so he knew too well that Jojo might really not be able to.

After all, L said no

There is hope for a cure, but there is really no more.

"No, no, she'll be fine, I'...... I," Mrs. Sang wanted to ask the master for help, but she suddenly remembered that the master was a liar, and she had no one to turn to.

"Well, she'll be fine." Sang Qingran knew that this was self-deception, but only in this way would his heart feel better.

The last time Sancho was back, so can she this time, she always surprises people, doesn't she?

"When the time comes, let's treat her well, prepare the largest room for her, I'm saving money, I'll buy a new villa and we'll live as a family, don't take Sang Zheng to go, I'll take Qiaoqiao to buy clothes, buy dolls, I'll take her hand and go shopping......

Mrs. Sang choked up as she spoke, and she only had the memory of Jojo and the little one in her head.

Once or twice Sancho was afraid that Sancho was running around the house and making noise, so she asked her to take Sancho out to play, and she was also very annoying, so she often walked fast, no matter whether the little group behind her could keep up or not, Sancho always ran behind with his little short legs.

is not obedient or noisy, and the three-year-old child does not ask her to hug at all.

Occasionally, when I see something I want, I won't open my mouth, but I just stare straight into it.

The only time she asked her to hold it was because she held Sang Yanyang's hand, at that time she was afraid that Sang Yanyang would get lost, but her disgust with Sancho made her selectively neglect Sancho was two years younger than Yanyang.

"Then get better quickly, whether she wants it or not, you should always be ready, that is owed to her."

"I'll prepare...... Mrs. Sang burst into tears, she was so scared, afraid that she would never see Jojo again.

"Hmm."

"Qingran, you hate me too, don't you? I won't let you study medicine, I won't give you money."

"No, you're not bad to me." Sang Qingran left these words lightly, and left the steps.

"Qingran ......" Lady Sang helplessly tried to reach out and grab something, but there was air as far as she could.

This room was full of memories of her youth, she was holding her legs in fear, she didn't know what to do, it was too late......

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Sang Xianyang knelt motionless in the hall, his back was straight, and the people next to him came and went, he didn't care at all, the face was no longer important to him.

Meng Jiabox had no choice but to come down to see him, she squatted in front of Sang Yanyang, "What do you want to do?"

"I beg you, tell me where the hell Jojo went, I won't bother her, I just want to watch her from afar, I can't...... I can't even see her for the last time."

Sang Yanyang's eyes were red and he couldn't see the road ahead, he had cried much more times these days than he had cried so much.

He couldn't control his emotions, as long as he thought of never seeing Jojo's smiling face again.

He ...... I can't accept it.

He would rather die than Jojo.