Chapter 1372： heavy

It is a miracle to have such an optimistic character after experiencing those inhuman tortures.

Wang Jiaohua almost turned over the villa before finally turning over the medicine box.

"Uncle, treat the wound first."

Wang Jiaohua was a little worried and shed a lot of blood.

Ling Yiyong glanced at Han Ling who was sitting on the sofa and weeping silently.

Nodded towards Wang Jiaohua.

Wang Jiaohua helped him eliminate the wound on his forehead, bandaged it with band-aids, and then set out to clean up the living room.

The living room was almost destroyed by Han Ling's trouble.

Han Ling stood up weakly and bent over to pick up the broken antique vase fragment.

"I'll just clean up."

Han Ling said weakly.

Wang Jiaohua is just a friend of Ling Weifeng. I am very grateful to take care of Ling Weifeng at this time. How can I mess up the hall by myself and let others clean up.

"Auntie, I'll be fine, you go take a rest first."

"No, I'll cause you trouble, I'll do it myself."

"Auntie, don't move, I'll come and I'll do this kind of thing since I was young, and it's fast."

Wang Jiaohua strongly helped Han Ling up, and then pressed her to the sofa.

"Let me clean up, you two will go up to accompany Xiao Feng." Ling Yiyong said.

"No need, I'll do it."

Wang Jiaohua refused, then quickly turned around to clean up.

Han Ling glanced at Wang Jiaohua with some gratitude, thinking that this girl was really good.

It's a pity that she doesn't have a son, otherwise it would be nice to marry and be a daughter-in-law.

After sitting for a while, when her mood stabilized, Han Ling went upstairs to see Ling Weifeng.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her daughter who was full of fear in her dream, her heart was cut.

Silently wiped tears.

Ling Yiyong stood at the door, afraid to approach.

To him, looking at the two women who had been tortured was nothing different from Ling Chi.

He didn't even have the courage to go in and take a look.

It took Wang Jiaohua almost an hour to clean up the living room.

She hammered her somewhat stiff waist twice, and was about to sit down and rest when the phone rang.

It was Fang Jiming's call.

Fang Jiming knew that she was with Ling Weifeng and was worried about Ling Weifeng.

I asked her about the situation and asked her not to be too tired, so she hung up.

Wang Jiaohua walked to the kitchen and heated up the three dishes.

She didn't know if Ling Yiyong and Han Ling had eaten them, so she cooked two more dishes.

The three of them sat at the dinner table, none of them had any appetite.

"Have Xiao Feng eaten." Han Ling's tone was a little vain, sounding ethereal and weak.

Wang Jiaohua shook her head.

When I cried, I went to sleep without any drips.

Han Ling put down the tableware and had no appetite.

Ling Yiyong frowned and said cautiously, "A Ling, the doctor asked you to add more nutrition."

Originally, she was physically weak and could not be discharged from the hospital, but she insisted on seeing her daughter.

I'm not eating now, so what happened?

But the small one is not good, the big one has fallen again.

Han Ling didn't even give him a look, but stared at the white rice in front of her blankly.

Wang Jiaohua was a little bit undecided, "Auntie, if you don't eat, if you are sick, who will take care of Xiao Feng."

Han Ling has no appetite, but these words hit her heart.

She shed tears.

However, he took a breath and took a small mouthful of food.

Ling Yiyong wanted to pick her up, but he was afraid that she would be offended.

Can only look at Wang Jiaohua for help.

Wang Jiaohua understood, and put a piece of chicken into Han Ling's bowl, "Auntie, when Xiao Feng wakes up, if you see you so haggard, you will be even more sad."