My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby

Chapter 842

Ye Qing said worriedly: "I don't care what cards she wants to play, but her arrival will definitely stimulate Xiu Jie, and Xiu Jie won't let me stay inside."

Zhang Xiao calmed her: "Don't worry, Xiu Jie can handle it. You have to trust Xiu Jie, he will not be that vulnerable."

Ye Qing sighed, "Can I not worry about it? He finally got better, the old witch is here again."

Ling Hongyu is the most incredible mother she has ever seen.

"Ye Qing, no matter how hard you bear it, everything will be over soon."

"How are you there?" Ye Qing staggered the subject, caring about Zhang Xiao's current situation.

Zhang Xiao told her not to worry about herself, because Mu Shi had to re-cooperate with Haotian Group, and she had contacted Times Technology again, and the talks were almost over. There are also other company bosses who have started to work with Haotian Group. Tian Group cooperation.

The veterans of the company did not say anything for the time being.

Zhang Xiao is now more troubled by his father's headache.

Hating her father, she was worried again when she saw his father's headache.

Later, she invited Xu Yingying several times and asked Xu Yingying to help her father to check. Xu Yingying told her that her father's headache was a nerve damage, and Xu Yingying also vaguely asked her to prepare psychologically. Zhang Haotian might suffer from the headache. And go crazy.

Yi Xiujie in the ward was sullen, watching his mother who came and sat in front of him with a look of strangers.

Seeing the eldest son lying on the hospital bed, he lost several laps and lived in the hospital for more than half a month. His face was still pale, and there were a few scars on his face and neck, which made his already serious son look There is a bit of horror.

For that moment, Ling Hongyu's heart was twisted like a knife.

Even if she doesn't love Father Yi, Yi Xiujie was born in October after she was pregnant, and she raised her son as an adult. There must be a relationship.

How can mothers not feel hurt when their son is injured?

With tears in her eyes, she stretched out her trembling hands to grab Xiu Jie’s face, stroking Xiu Jie with her fingers, and choked up: "Xiu Jie, I’m sorry, mom just came to see now you."

Xiu Jie did not wave her hands touching her face, still staring at her with cold and strange eyes.

Ling Hongyu dared not meet his son's eyes.

"Xiu Jie, let mom see your injuries." Ling Hongyu wanted to check the injuries on his son.

"no."

Yi Xiujie spoke coldly, and finally waved away his mother's distressed hands.

Mother's distress came too late.

When his life or death was uncertain, his mother did not come. He lay here for half a month, and his mother did not come either.

What are you doing now?

"Xiu Jie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you. Mom should have come here long ago. When Mom heard the news of your accident, everyone fainted. Later, I got a serious illness, so I came here now." Ling Hongyu said and sobbed. When I got up, the tears kept falling.

The corner of Yi Xiujie's mouth bends, and there is a sneer of irony.

"Mom, you don't have to lie, even if you never come to see me, you are a mother and I am a son, I can't blame you."

Ling Hongyu looked at him embarrassedly, tears still falling.

Catching the ironic sneer at the corner of her son's mouth, Ling Hongyu wanted to say something, and Yi Xiujie interrupted her: "Mom, don't forget Xiaoer, are you really sick or fake? Can Xiaoer know?"

Speaking of Zhang Xiao, Ling Hongyu was like a belly of fire, and his voice rose sharply, "Do you believe in that little **** or your mother?"

Yi Xiujie still looked at her sarcastically.

"Xiu Jie, Zhang Xiao has always wanted to divorce our mother and son. You think she has also succeeded. Now if you believe her or not, we are relatives. Zhang Xiao has no blood relationship with you. Xiu Jie, don't be Zhang Xiaomeng deceived her eyes. She just wanted to avenge her mother and seize the Zhang family's property. She has now occupied your position in the company and asked Yixue to take care of your uncle. Everything she did was to avenge me."

Yi Xiujie sneered, "Separation? Family?"

Ling Hongyu nodded, "Yes, Xiu Jie, you must see Zhang Xiao's true face, she is a femme fatale."

"Isn't femme fatale synonymous with you?"

Ling Hongyu gave a stop, then whispered: "Xiu Jie, what are you talking about?"

Her son said she was a femme fatale.

Yi Xiujie sat up strenuously, tugging at the wound on his body that was beginning to heal, and the pain was still painful. He tried his best to endure this painful pain all over his body, his face became paler, and the weather in March was neither lukewarm nor cold. , But he was sweating profusely, showing how hard it was to sit up alone.

Seeing this, Ling Hongyu stretched out his hand to help him, but he waved it away vigorously.

"Xiu Jie..."

Ling Hongyu cried distressedly.

"Mom, let me ask you, how did my dad die?"

Yi Xiujie's eyes were like a knife, staring at Ling Hongyu, unblinking, not missing her expression.

Ling Hongyu didn't even think about it, and replied, "It's because of illness. Your father's liver cancer was already in the advanced stage when it was discovered..."

"you're lying!"

Yi Xiujie unceremoniously interrupted his mother's sophistry, looked at her sadly, and said sadly: "Mom, why I am going back to my hometown, you must know in your heart. At this time, do you still want to lie to me? My dad. He didn’t get liver cancer at all, he was just hepatitis B, and he had no other diseases besides that. It can be said that he was still in good health, but he just died like that. I still remember the day my dad died. You personally helped The medicine my dad boils."

Having said this, Yi Xiujie took a few breaths, his whole body ached, and the mention of his father's death made him more painful.

Lying on the hospital bed, he had time to slowly recall the events of the year. Even after twenty years, he slowly thought about it, and he could still remember some details.

"Doctor Ren prescribed Chinese herbal medicine to my dad. If you are at home, you will always think that your dad's medicine smells great. You don't let your dad make the medicine at home, and ask your dad to go outside and set up a small stove to cook the medicine. But that day, you But uncharacteristically, he thoughtfully helped my dad make medicine."

There were tears in Yi Xiujie's eyes. He remembered his father's reaction that day, "Dad is very happy. When you helped him make medicine, he picked me up, kissed me a few times, and said to me: Xiaojie, your mother will finally be considerate of your dad. In the future, your mother may not leave our father and your father and run outside. You helped him boil the medicine for an unprecedented time, and he thought it was you who helped him boil it. I drank the whole bowl of medicine for a while, and then I got abdominal pain. If you help him to lie down, he...vomited blood and died in front of you and me."

Ling Hongyu recalled that day more than twenty years ago, and his ex-husband's astonished and painful face appeared before him.

He couldn't understand until he died, why did she poison him?

Thinking of his ex-husband's kindness to him, Ling Hongyu regretted for a moment.

Yi Xiujie's tears dripped drop by drop, and the cry of a seven-foot man echoed in the ward.