Chapter Seventy-Two: Yan Se successfully blames others for the child's death
"What's wrong with the kid?" Cui Jinhua was already weak in panic, and his whole body was shaking, as if he couldn't believe it, and he reached out to shake the child again.
Yan Se bit his lip tightly, touched Cong Cong's cold body with his hand, and didn't say the word death.
Why! Why! Her baby hasn't been a full moon yet! Isn't it the hospital that you are already healthy? Yan Se doesn't understand, in the entire tube building, no one has such a thing, right? Why is her life so miserable?
Cui Jinhua calmed down first, glanced back at the door, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and hurriedly walked over to lock the door.
Fortunately, at this time, Liu Dahua was arguing with others in the corridor, and Wen Juan was also distracted, so she didn't notice the movement on their side.
"Girl." Cui Jinhua looked at Yan Se, who had lost his mind, and said: "The child is gone, but if you let your mother-in-law and your man know that the child is walking like this by your side, they won't be able to spare you." β
Yan Se was already out of breath when he cried, grabbed the child's hand, raised his tear-stained face and said, "Can't spare me?" β
"If Liu Dahua hadn't been angry with me, would the child have been born prematurely? Will all children pneumonia? I was so angry that they ran out of milk, and the child had no breast milk, if I didn't think that was the reason......"
Yan Se couldn't go on, in the end, she was not careful enough as a mother, if she had noticed the child's abnormality earlier, maybe she could have been saved.
and Yan Zhen, if Yan Zhen hadn't suddenly come to the city, she wouldn't have been so miserable, Yan Zhen is the culprit of everything.
Cui Jinhua listened to the movement outside the door, and said anxiously: "Cersei, don't cry first, the child can't be saved, you have to plan for the future." β
What are you going to do in the future? Yan Se muttered these words, looked at Cui Jinhua with scarlet eyes, she seemed to understand, and nodded slowly.
"Yes, they won't let me feel better, and I won't let them go!"
Yan Se's heart is full of hatred, she hates everyone, and now the ones she hates the most are Liu Dahua and Wen Juan.
She hurriedly wiped the tears on her face, tidied up her hair, and Cui Jinhua also took action to clean up the bowl and millet porridge that were broken on the ground.
Yan Se looked at the motionless and still swore in his heart: Child, mother will definitely avenge you, you wait! We will never make the life of those who bully us comfortable!
With trembling hands, Yan turned the child over and made him turn sideways, facing the wall, so that the child's condition was not easy to detect.
After doing all this, Yan Se and Cui Jinhua looked at each other, and after making sure that there was no flaw in the expressions on each other's faces, the two of them stabilized their minds, gasped heavily, and pushed the door and walked out as if nothing had happened.
"Wen Juan, don't stand at the door and watch the excitement, you go into the house and look at Dian Congcong, I'll make medicine for our mother." Yan Se bent over to find the casserole in the kitchen, and instructed Wen Juan: "The child is sleeping, you watch the side and tell your sister-in-law when you wake up." β
Wen Juan nodded and said reluctantly, "Hmm." β
After speaking, she looked up at Liu Dahua, who was still obsessed and tearing in the corridor, and turned around and entered the room.
Wen Juan entered the room and looked at Congcong, who was lying on the bed on his side and didn't move, thinking that he was sleeping properly, so he didn't care.
The sister-in-law's bed was comfortable, Wen Juan thought about it, took off her shoes, and lay down.
As soon as she touched the pillow, Wen Juan fell asleep in a daze.
Until a scream came from my earβ
"Ahh Cong! Wake up, smart and smart! β
Wen Juan woke up from her sleep and looked at her with some incomprehension.
In the room stood Yan Se, Cui Jinhua, and Liu Dahua, and they all looked at her.
"What's wrong with Congcong?" Wen Juan rubbed her eyes, "Awake?" β
Before she could get her senses, a slap was thrown in her face.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?" Wen Juan covered her face and looked at Yan Se in shock, "You, why are you beating me?" β
Yan Se was crazy, rushed up, beat and scolded Wen Juan, "Wen Juan, you killed Cong Cong!" You killed my son! β
"You sleep on your own, and you don't care about the children, right? You've put the quilt on your child's head! You covered him to death! β
Halfway into the house, she looked at Wen Juan, who was sleeping and dying, endured the pain and didn't even dare to look at the child, and put the quilt on top of his head.
Then she instructed Cui Jinhua to find some excuse to bring Liu Dahua into the room.
Cui Jinhua looked at Congcong who was covered by the quilt, pretended to be dissatisfied and said: "You say Wen Juan too, I don't know that children can't cover their heads when they sleep, sleeping is so dishonest!" β
As soon as Liu Dahua wanted to scold Cui Jinhua, he heard Cui Jinhua scream.
"Ah, Cong Cong! Cong! β
Yan Se, who was boiling medicine outside the door, rushed in, "What's wrong with the child?" β
Cui Jinhua hurriedly added fuel and vinegar to say a stool, Yan Se looked at the child who was already out of breath, and slapped Wen Juan in the face directly.
"I, I don't know, when I came in, Congcong fell asleep well, and there was no quilt on his head, I don't know......" Wen Juan covered her face and cried to see Liu Dahua.
"Mom, I really don't know!"
"You must have been dishonest in sleeping, kicking and kicking the quilt, and covering the quilt over the child's head!" Cui Jinhua hugged Yan Se, who was already crying and almost fainted, and scolded Wen Juan with red eyes, "You are really a broom star, kill your own nephew!" β
"Say, you didn't mean it! Maybe you did it on purpose! β
"I'm not! I didn't! Wen Juan timidly ran down from the bed, nervously hid behind Liu Dahua, and whispered, "Mom, I really didn't mean to!" β
Liu Dahua looked at the little body held in Yan Se's arms in a daze, it was her eldest grandson.
The child is gone, but on the other side is her daughter, whose palms and backs are full of meat.
Liu Dahua didn't know how to speak for the first time, and stammered: "Wen, Wenjuan, no, it wasn't on purpose." β
"Who can deliberately harm their own blood relatives, right?"
Yan Se cried and became a tearful person, his voice was hoarse, and he roared like crazy, "Yes, it wasn't intentional, but Cong Cong is gone!" β
"Who saves my child, my life is so miserable!"
It wasn't until this moment that Yan Se completely vented all his emotions.
She cried hysterically, shouted, and clung to her child, who had lost a trace of breath.
"But this kind of thing, who doesn't want it?" Liu Dahua had no choice but to quickly say good things, but after thinking about it, "Besides, who told you to let Wen Juan watch the child?" If you look at it yourself, maybe it won't happen! β
Liu Dahua was also sad, her eyes were red, her grandson was gone, and her daughter could only protect her.
Yan Se gritted his teeth, spread his hair, stood up suddenly, and pushed Wen Juan out one after another, "You get out of here!" Get out! β
"You murderer, you get me out!"