Chapter 739： Brother, the countdown to life

The letter of severance is written in black and white.

Song Qingling pinched the paper and stared at the boy who was less than seven years old in disbelief.

The corners of his mouth forced a stiff smile, and he asked as warmly as possible, "Zelin, have you made up your mind? Do you really want to cut ties with your mother?"

Where is this child, it is clearly an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

After she gave birth to him, she should have strangled him to death and thrown him into the toilet. She really didn't understand gratitude.

Nan Zelin was playing with the pen in his hand, "Is it necessary to think about this kind of thing?"

He's not a masochist. It's rare to get along with someone who always beats his kidneys.

Since you can't give all of this kind of love, then don't want it, Mrs. He's full maternal love is left to the half-brother who has never met.

"Okay, I'll sign."

Song Qingling remembered that the project that was intercepted by the government clenched his fists, took the pen to sign, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ink pad and then landed on the white paper.

No hurry, no hurry, there are ways to rectify him after signing this agreement.

Nan Zelin wrote another signed severance letter, one for each of them.

"Go back and wait for news."

Fu Shimo rubbed his long and fair fingers, feeling the thin calluses on his fingertips.

He Zhou and Song Qingling left, but when they looked at Nan Zelin, they were still reluctant to part.

"..."

Looking at Song Qingling's back, Yan Zhixu's eyes showed some intriguing thoughts.

There is a son in the life, and the line is quickly dimmed, and the life is entering the final countdown.

Mrs. Fu rubbed the little dumpling's face, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, peeled them off, and fed him enthusiastically.

Looking at the direction where the couple left, his eyes were worried, "I heard your dad say that He Zhou is vicious and vicious, even if he writes a severance letter, he can't relax his vigilance."

Afraid that the other party would be tough, he sneakily tied the little guy to the operating table.

Yan Zhixu took a sip of the black tea on the table, "Don't worry, they have no chance."

Fu Shimo looked indifferent, "It will be fine."

The two spoke in unison, and the meaning of what they said was very similar.

Mrs. Fu stopped peeling the melon seeds and looked back and forth between the two with ambiguous eyes.

Throwing the melon seed shells into the trash can, "My uncle, do you think the two of them have the same heart?"

Nan Jinchuan was unmoved, "It's just a coincidence."

Seeing that he refused to admit it, Mrs. Fu was cheerful and not angry at all.

Don't worry, it will be in-laws sooner or later anyway.

"cousin."

Nan Zelin didn't know what to think, he took Yan Zhixu's little hand and walked outside to a rockery.

He pursed his lips, "That person... is he going to die soon?"

She rubbed his little head, saw through his thoughts at a glance, and raised her voice, "Why, do you want to see him? Huh?"

"Yes!"

Nan Zelin nodded decisively.

He raised his little hand solemnly and swore, "Cousin, don't worry, I won't do stupid things."

I just want to see what's good about the child she cared for with all her heart, or don't ask why, people's hearts are inherently biased.

And... is that a relative who has half blood relationship, brother? Wonderful word.

But he wouldn't be willing to transplant a kidney for the sake of the other person. He doesn't like selfless dedication, and doing that would put his family who carefully nurtured him.

The words may be cruel, but the only thing he can do at the end of the other person's life is to take a look.

"You know how serious things are."

Yan Zhixu had satisfaction in his eyes, the little guy was very rational and didn't get carried away.

She took out her phone, "I'll check which hospital I'm in and take you there."

"Okay."

Nan Zelin nodded and waited obediently.