Chapter 70

Lingjue did not speak and sat in the back silently. She opened the window and watched the night outside. The light passed by her eyes, and a little starlight was printed in her pupils.

The city is quiet and noisy.

Ling Zhensheng sat in the copilot's seat and said with a heavy voice, "Xiao Jue, the operation is scheduled for next weekend, and the matter of going to grandma's house is temporarily stranded."

Ling Jue yawned and said softly, "I said, I won't operate."

"You'll die without surgery!" He roared, "the doctor said you were better than before, but like this It's like looking back... "

His voice dropped again and he chuckled, "you know, I'm not going to die. I will strive for the 30% success rate. Even death can't take you away! "

Lingjue's hand can't help clenching. Does it have to be treated to death?!

"Sir, let's ignore him. It's next week anyway. There must be some way to stop it."

Tang Yuan was eager to go to Ling Zhensheng's head to pull the stink. He rubbed Ling Jue's face, "Sir, there is Tang yuan."

Lingjue took it down and kneaded it in her hand, saying in a faint voice, "then, how do you deal with the person who hurt me?"

“……” Ling Zhensheng's voice froze and hurt his people.

After his body was found to have problems, he went to Lingsheng and them.

I do admit that I bullied him at ordinary times, but not all of his health was caused by them.

It should be said that this is an inherent disease, but they bullied him and made his situation more dangerous.

So, he didn't know how to use the three children to explain to Ling Jue.

"Xiaojue, I will ask them to apologize to you. You are my child, so are they." So, I love you so much, and I love them. Even if they are wrong, I can't send them to prison.

Ling Jue yawned, leaned against the window, closed her eyes and pretended not to speak.

Does she need an apology?

Ha ha.

Back home, several children have gone to bed, and come out to dusk Xueling. Because it's not early, she is sleeping on the pillow.

Ling Zhensheng saw this, and when his heart was warm, he went to pick her up.

"Well..." Mu Xueling was picked up and woke up suddenly. She opened her eyes and saw that it was him. Her face was covered with a red cloud. "You are back."

"Well, sleep here and don't catch a cold." Ling Zhensheng carries her to the room.

"No, honey, put me down first. It's late. Xiaojue must be hungry. I cooked chicken soup to warm her up." She struggled to get down, but also secretly looked at Ling Jue standing there, blushing.

"Xueling..." Ling Zhensheng's heart softened and put her down. "You, really, why are you so busy?"

"Honey, xiaojue is still ill. We can't be careless." She gave him a coquettish look and walked quickly into the kitchen.

Lingjue wanted to drink a glass of water and went upstairs. When she heard Mu Xueling's words, she smiled coldly and stood still.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Ling Zhensheng noticed the bag in his hand at this time.

It's a black bag. It seems that there are two bottles in it.

"Nothing." Lingjue replied lightly.

"Xiaojue, come to drink and go to sleep soon, and take good care of yourself in the future." Dusk Xueling came out with a bowl of hot chicken soup and a kind smile on her face.