Chapter 2377 The Deadly White Moonlight of the Republic of China 17

"Shut up, you cheap embryo, don't be delusional!"

Liu Guixiang was furious, her face was red and her neck was thick, and she had no manners at all.

"I just mentioned it slightly, Aunt Liu reacted so much, could it be that there is a ghost in her heart."

Shu Ange sneered, Mei Chunru was half-lying on the hospital bed, looking at Liu Guixiang's panicked appearance, and there were doubts in her heart.

With Liu Guixiang's character, will she degrade her own flesh and blood, beat and scold her, and hold her daughter in the palm of her hand.

You can't think about everything, the more Mei Chunru thinks about it, the more frightened she feels, how could she never doubt it before.

At the beginning, she and Liu Guixiang gave birth to a daughter on the front and back feet, she lost her body, almost didn't survive the ghost gate, and only hugged her daughter for the first time three days later.

If it is really like what Huijuan said, the third child is her biological daughter......

Thinking of this possibility, Mei Chunru felt a dull pain in her chest, and her fingers unconsciously grasped the sheets.

She has to figure it out, and she can't be deceived for the rest of her life.

Wen Guanghou glared, and the eyes that looked at Shu Ange were not like looking at children, but more like looking at enemies.

The more he was like this, the more uncomfortable Mei Chunru's heart became.

How much Wen Guanghou likes Liu Guixiang, she has seen it clearly over the years. If Wen Huijuan was really born from Liu Guixiang's belly, would he hate her like this?

People can't drill the horns of the bull, Mei Chun even felt that she didn't even need to verify it at such a moment.

For so many years, she was so stupid that she had been deceived and ignored the most obvious truth.

"Dad, mother, you all calm down, why did you suddenly discuss the life experiences of the second sister and the third sister?"

Wen Weiyong was not in a state at all, he was a little dissatisfied with Huijun's insistence on not wanting to give his mother a blood transfusion, but he could also understand that the little girl was afraid.

But he couldn't understand the dispute between the third sister and Aunt Liu.

Could it be that Mother and Aunt Liu can still hold the wrong flesh and blood?

"Weiyong, cough, come to your mother's side."

Mei Chunru beckoned to Wen Weiyong, at this age, she has already seen through what should be seen and what should not be seen.

She just wanted to find out who was her real flesh and blood now.

Wen Weiyong walked to the side of the bed, half-kneeling, holding his mother's hand, his eyes full of worry.

Mei Chunru grabbed the back of her son's hand, and with such great force, she pulled out a few small marks on the back of his hand: "Wei Yong, check it carefully for your mother, didn't Dr. Mi say that you can test your blood type?" I want to know who my real daughter is. ”

"Mother, don't you want to recognize your daughter? Wen Huijuan is black and ugly, how can she be your own flesh and blood. ”

Wen Huijun was aggrieved to death, she really didn't understand why her mother was instigated by Wen Huijuan, and she began to doubt the relationship between them.

Not to mention the change in the hospital, Wen Weiyong responded to his mother's request, and Wen Guanghou and the others left angrily.

Shu Ange took care of it in the hospital, making various medicinal meals for Mei Chunru to eat every day, and he also made up for it by the way.

Her face has become rounded, not as thin and thin as before, and she looks a little similar to Mei Chunru when she was young.

These days, the more Mei Chunru looks at Shu Ange, the more familiar and close she feels, and her regret gushes endlessly.

If the third girl is her own flesh and blood, then she is the mother. For so many years, watching the child suffer under Liu Guixiang, what a sin.

Since that day, Wen Huijun has not appeared in the hospital.

Wen Weiyong persuaded her to go to the hospital more often, but in exchange for Wen Huijun's teary-eyed accusation: "Big brother hates me too, right, you, like your mother, are all fascinated by Wen Huijuan." My mother suspects that I am not her biological flesh and blood, and do you also think that I am not your real sister! ”

"Huijun, you think too much, even if you and your second sister are wrong, you are still my sister."

Wen Weiyong said a word, and the angry Wen Huijun almost fainted.

She doesn't want to be a lowly and annoying concubine, she is the only genuine daughter of the Wen family.

Wen Weiyong couldn't chew the twists and turns in Wen Huijun's heart, but just comforted her dryly, and persuaded at the end: "Mother is recuperating in the hospital, and her mind is inevitably more sensitive." Don't be left-sexual, take the time to go to the hospital, and if you don't want a blood transfusion, it's okay to check your blood type. ”

"No, I don't want it!"

Wen Huijun held her head and screamed, her facial muscles twitching in twist.

"You."

Wen Weiyong sighed, feeling a little embarrassed.

The second sister resisted so much, did he want to tie Wen Huijun to the hospital to have her blood drawn?

Among the many cities in China, Crane City ranks relatively high in terms of economy, and the education industry is quite developed.

After comparing many admissions brochures, Shu Ange decided to apply for Zhenhua Senior School.

Zhenhua Senior School is a co-educational school, with a low age limit and is very famous in the north.

In this era, many families are still very conservative and reluctant to let girls and boys go to school together, for fear of making bad comments.

Those who can study in Zhenhua, both men and women, come from relatively enlightened families, and Shu Ange attaches great importance to this.

Wen Huijun read the girls' school, and Shu Ange didn't want to get together with her.

The entrance exam is not difficult, about 100 people have registered, there is no shortage of candidates from other places, a total of 20 people are admitted in this batch, and the competition is still quite fierce.

The registration fee is non-refundable, and after the entrance examination, you will pay additional tuition, book fees, accommodation fees, etc.

When the test paper was sent, Shu Ange roughly swept it, the difficulty was average, and there was no problem in getting a full score.

She took the pen and answered the questions seriously, and the other people in the examination room wrinkled their brows one by one, and they had to bite the pen twice from time to time.

There are also people who are in a hurry and directly hit their heads on the table.

The invigilator knocked on the other party's table and reminded with a calm face: "Be quiet, don't affect other candidates." ”

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old student who hit the table raised his head blankly, and his lips were lined with blue stubble, like two small question marks.

The weather was very hot, and the sound of drinking water was mixed with the sound of the pen falling on the paper.

There were no fans, and the proctor in a decent uniform was hot and sweaty.

When the bell rang for the end of the exam, some people were pardoned, and some students immediately burst into tears.

Shu Ange packed up his stationery, said goodbye to the invigilator, and walked out slowly.

The admission list will be announced in three days, and there is no need for a re-examination.

The exam lasts for a day, and at the end of the day, the sky is still bright, and the lush trees decorate the campus with extraordinary tranquility and beauty.

There are students wearing indigo cloth shirts, shaking their heads under the trees to memorize texts, and they don't like the sun.

There were also students who got together to discuss current affairs, and they were all impassioned, and they couldn't wait to go to the battlefield immediately.

"Husband, please don't abandon me and Ke'er, I kneel down and beg you."

The woman's mournful voice made people feel full of sorrow.

Shu Ange followed the voice and saw a middle-aged woman with her hair in a bun and wearing an old-fashioned cyan jacket.