Chapter 222

It's late spring.

B city's spring is very short, as if yesterday's winter snow melting, today is colorful, catkins floating.

In the empty garden, Liao Zhongyu and Tang Chenghan, who came to visit Liao Shasha, walked back and forth.

Liao Zhongyu's face is full of disappointment, while Tang Chenghan's face is numb.

Weng and his son-in-law walked together in silence, but Liao Zhongyu said, "Cheng Han, I haven't said anything about you since you've been with Sha Sha for so many years But today, I think it's necessary for you to give an account to Sasha. "

Tang Chenghan was silent for a while. As soon as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the voice behind him.

"Sha Sha wakes up. Cheng Han, go and have a look. Zhong Yu, I have something to say to you."

Wenxi's eyes beckoned Tang Chenghan to go upstairs. Tang Chenghan nodded and went back to the ward.

Liao Zhongyu turned around and said, "I want to talk to him. How did you come out?"

Wenxi sat down on a bench in the shade of a tree. "Zhongyu, I know your mood, but don't be impulsive about Sasha. I don't think it's necessarily cold."

Liao Zhongyu immediately looked at Wenxi with sullen eyes like a cat with its tail trampled on. "What do you mean? It's not this kid. Can Sasha be so miserable? "

"Will you be quiet first?" Wen Xi glanced at him and said, "you've heard what director Song said clearly, but how do you know it's about Cheng Han? I've heard from Sha Sha that she didn't touch her before she got married. "

"What? Then... " Liao Zhongyu's eyes were round, then he blew his beard and said, "who else would he be?"

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In the ward, Tang Chenghan sits by Liao Shasha's bed and looks at Liao Shasha quietly, with surging emotions.

Although he did not love her, he always regarded her as pure and respected her. All the time, he thought that he was the man she loved most. Even, he took it for granted that there was no purer woman in the world except her. Therefore, I don't want to let her down and marry her as she wishes. Where did not expect that his head is already covered with green clouds.

She was able to flow through a few children, but also in the wedding night with pure Chunv, but also left a touch of men satisfied with the red on the sheet, which can not help but clap.

Yes, with the development of science and technology, what's the difficulty in rebuilding a hymen? The difficulty is that over the years, she has been able to cover up so well.

Looking at the pale and beautiful woman on the sickbed, he was in a trance for a moment. Is this the pure woman he has known for so many years?

Liao Shasha's eyelashes on the bed moved, fanned up and down, and slowly opened her eyes. Looking at Tang Chenghan sitting in front of the bed without blinking, she said in surprise, "Chenghan?"

Tang Chenghan didn't answer. Although he was looking at Liao Shasha, there was nothing in his eyes.

Liao Shasha thought of last night. He must still have a grudge, or maybe he was too sad because he had a miscarriage.

She thought about it and whispered, "Cheng Han, are our children gone?"

Tang Chenghan had just come back to his senses. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, like he didn't hear Liao Shasha's words clearly. He asked faintly, "whose child did you just say?"

Liao Shasha suddenly stares round eyes, some flustered way, "Cheng Han, what's the matter with you? I mean, our child, just now, aunt Wenxi said I had an abortion, right? "

"Yes, you miscarried, that's right." Tang Chenghan looked up out of the window and breathed, "what else did aunt Wenxi tell you?"

"No, no, it's just that the child may be in the wrong place, so..." Liao Shasha vaguely feels that Tang Chenghan is acting strangely today. Last night, he treated himself so hard that his abortion had nothing to do with him. However, he could not find a look of guilt on his face. On the contrary, he was calm and had a feeling that he could not speak.

This kind of calmness and feeling made Liao Shasha flustered for no reason.

Tang Chenghan didn't speak yet. She added, "Chenghan, you shouldn't have done that last night. You were to blame last night..."

The silent Tang Chenghan stares at Liao Shasha for a long time. Suddenly, he smiles and his white teeth are shining. Liao Shasha suddenly remembers the moment when the blade comes out of its sheath.

"I was to blame last night. What about before?"

This is no less than a bolt from the blue for Liao Shasha. She was immediately shocked to six and a half souls of seven souls. The remaining half souls kept her last sense and didn't collapse on the spot. If so, her face turned white and her lips trembled, "Cheng Han, what do you mean? What, before what? "

Although it's cruel to open the truth to a man who has just undergone an operation, Tang Chenghan, who has been kept in the dark for so many years, is furious at the thought that he has been wearing such a green hat. He stands up and says, "from now on, please think about it carefully. What do I mean by" before "! Tell me when you think about it. "As soon as I got up and left for two steps, before I got to the door of the ward, a hysterical cry came from behind, "Cheng Han, stop!"

Tang Chenghan stopped, but did not look back.

Liao Shasha, who was behind her, forced herself to endure the pain after anesthesia and slowly turned to her side. When she faced the tall and resolute figure, she couldn't control it any more. In an instant, she burst into tears, "Cheng Han, I, I'm not sorry for you..."

Tang Chenghan has no words, for a long time, dropped a sentence, "between us, even."

Liao Shasha stared at Tang Chenghan's figure disappearing outside the door of the ward. Then she came back to her senses, followed by rolling tears.

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after breakfast in Vancouver, Tong Zimei, who comes back from walking with Jane, turns over the recruitment information in the local newspaper.

Jane looked at Tong Zimei so seriously, and at the same time, she also used a small book to remember. She said strangely, "Mom, do you really want to go out to work?"

"Of course," Tong Zi frowned, continued to look at it carefully, and said gently, "my mother is still young and has been working for several years. Otherwise, how can we live in the future?"

Jane looked down at her legs and said, "Mom, how long will it take for me to get better? In this way, can't I go to school? "

Tong Zimei trembled on her hand, then put down her pen and went forward to comfort her, "you have recovered very well. If you are another child, you may not be able to persist so well. On the side of the school, my uncle has contacted you. You can go to school soon. However, all the children here speak English. You should work hard. "