Chapter 55

"You misunderstood." Joan's expression was dignified and her tone was a little cool: "I just want to tell you that it's uncomfortable and unpleasant to be uncovered again and again. If you can, I hope you can respect my feelings."

Huo Chengzhou's face changed and twisted his eyebrows. He sat straight and threw the candy bag in his hand on Joan's leg: "I have something to go out and take care of yourself."

Without saying anything, Joanne raised her hand and threw the candy bag back to the chair next to her.

With a crisp sound of "PATA", Huo Chengzhou looked back and was unhappy. The wheelchair turned quickly out of the infusion room.

Such a large space was quiet. Joan breathed out and leaned against the back of her chair. She was tired both physically and mentally.

Mentioning mu Haoyan inevitably reminds her of the past.

After all, she thought that the feelings of four years together had developed to the current level. How could she not be sad at all?

In particular, I thought that she was still looking forward to their happy life, but the man had begun to work on another woman frequently and called it solving physiological needs.

This makes her not sick and sad.

She tried to tell herself not to mention it, forget the past and uproot this rotten relationship.

But Huo Chengzhou always challenges her limits again and again.

Sure enough, he is a dandy with no connotation!

I don't even know how to write the word respect!

Suddenly the door of the infusion room was pushed open, and Joan said coldly, "don't you have something to do? Why are you back?"

"Mom!"

Suddenly, a soft waxy child's voice sounded, followed by the sound of small short legs running over. The next moment, Joan's legs were held by a pair of small hands: "Mom, I miss you, mom."

Joanne was stunned for five seconds before she realized that the child was really calling her. She smiled, lowered her head, touched and rubbed his head: "baby, can't you find your mother?"

"Yining!" Then there was a man's low voice with sonorous and powerful steps. Qin Jingzhi fished Qin Yining to his side: "this is aunt Qiao, not mom."

Yining?

Qiao'an suddenly thought of what Huo Chengzhou said in the car. Qin Jingzhi has a son named Yining.

"Dr. Qin?" She gave a tentative shout.

"Sorry, Miss Qiao, this is my son Qin Yining, only three and a half years old..." Qin Jingzhi explained.

"It doesn't matter." Qiao'an sniffed and didn't smell the familiar fragrance of the peony. A little care flashed in her eyes and said to Qin Jingzhi, "sit down."

Qin Jingzhi sat down in the seat opposite her. Qin Yining slid down from him and sat down next to qiao'an to talk to her: "Mom, are you sick?"

"Yes, aunt's foot is hurt."

"Mom, do you hurt?"

Qin Yining's voice was soft and waxy, especially distressing. Qiao an shook her head: "aunt doesn't hurt."

She hooked her lips and smiled. A touch of pear vortex loomed. Qin Jingzhi was stunned. She regained her mind, lowered her eyes, and a strong sour and astringent surge in her chest.

Joan thought of the candy bag and opened it and pushed it to Qin Yining: "does Yining want candy? Aunt, there are a lot of candy here."

"OK, OK, Dad, I want sugar."

Qin Jingzhi picked up a chocolate and helped him peel it off. He said, "thank you, aunt Qiao."

Qin Yining stretched out his little hand and stuffed chocolate into Joan's mouth: "Mom, here you are."