Tang Ying holds the alcohol cotton in her hand and cleans the wounds on his face for the man.
Slowly said, "abortion is not in the day after tomorrow?"
Speaking of these four words, the face of the little woman in front of her is calm, as if the person who is going to lie on the operating table is not her.
Gongxijiu heard that it was not delicious. He put his hand around Tang Ying's back head and pressed her into his arms. "No flow, OK?"
Tang Ying has a pair of very beautiful eyes, which are very charming when she smiles. When she doesn't laugh, she is also cold.
The dull and unsmooth eyes suddenly enlarged, shocked to look at the man close by, red lips slightly opened, there is a sentence across the heart for a long time, want to ask him.
However, it says, "you're drunk!"
That's what they say.
Gong Xijiu sneered coldly, released her and closed her red eyes.
Silent silence lingered around them. Tang Ying took care of the wound for him and left.
***********On this side, Yan Lishu was sent to the hospital by the manager of No.9 residence.
Zhang Qian receives Tang Ying's call and hurries to get there.
Yan Lishu's face was not seriously hurt, but the stomach disease was committed again.
After the last rescue, Yan Lishu almost had a meal irregularly. In terms of social intercourse, there was no denying all the people who came here to smoke and drink.
It's not easy to maintain a good body, and it's almost destroyed.
Zhang Qian has a headache when he is looking outside. When he can't help it, he has to call situ Wan.
He tried to ignore Qin Mu on the phone, saying Yan Lishu had a relapse of stomach disease caused by too much work.
Hearing that his little son was ill, situ Wan got up in the middle of the night and rushed to the hospital from home.
Yan Lishu had fallen asleep, and situ Wan stayed in the ward all night.
The next day, Yan Lishu woke up early and saw situ Wan by the bed, his brow tightened even tighter.
Situwan didn't sleep well in the night. He woke up from time to time to check Yan Lishu's condition.
Feel the person on the bed had movement, hurriedly open eyes.
Situ Wan asked anxiously, "saner, you are awake. Tell mom, does your stomach hurt?"
"Mom, I'm fine!"
"What's ok? You're in the hospital!"
“……”
Yan Li's lips are closed and silent, as cold as an icehouse.
Ordinary people have been afraid to talk for a long time.
But situ Wan is different. She is the mother of Yan Lishu.
Angrily interrogate him, "and what's the matter with your face? How old are you? How can you still learn to fight like a child! "
Yan Lishu has been mischievous since he was a child. He has done all the things his two elder brothers haven't done.
When I used to live in Huacheng, I could say I had a fight with the children around me.
I don't know how many parents bring their children to complain every day.
Now it's more than 30 years old. Good and bad people should be mature and stable, but they still fight with others.
I look at the wound on my son's face with heartache. This is the hand of which little son of a bitch. In case of disfigurement, what can I do!
This is the most handsome son she has ever had!
Yan Lishu was impatient. "Mom, I was playing with my friends."
"If you play with friends, you will be beaten like this. If you come here seriously, you will not have to..." Situ Wan wanted to say that he had been stabbed. He thought that it was too much to curse his son. He paused and said, "third son, you haven't got a daughter-in-law yet, and your mother hasn't picked up your grandson. You need to be good."