Chapter 1257

Song yean looked at her smile, eyes full of love, quietly asked, "poetry, do you want to taste the cake we three make together?"

"Mom, this is a cake made by the three of us. It's very delicious!"

"Yes, mom, try it!"

The two little guys were making a great effort, and Ruan Shishi's eyes narrowed with a smile, full of sweetness, "OK, I'll try it!"

Song yean immediately took out a plate, knife and fork, cut a small piece for her and sent it to her.

Ruan Shishi had just tasted a mouthful, and suddenly his eyes widened, "it's delicious!"

Two little guys see her such reaction, immediately happy giggle.

Yu Yimo looks at the scene of a happy family of four in front of him. He can't help but feel pain. He slightly tightens his brow and hesitates to open his mouth. Unexpectedly, Sasha suddenly takes a plate of cut cake and sends it to him, "Uncle Shuai, you can eat it too."

Her voice is Grandma's, her cheeks are round, red, soft and cute, which makes people unable to refuse. It means that her lips are hooked, but her smile is bitter.

"Thank you. I won't eat it."

He said, then raised his eyes to the direction of the bed, light voice, "I still have something to do, go first."

This is obviously to Ruan Shishi. He said that and then drove his wheelchair to leave.

When he arrived at the door, song yean's eyes darkened and suddenly said, "Mr. Yu, I'll see you off."

Then he put down his cake plate, turned to smile at Ruan Shishi, and strode toward the door.

The two of them left the ward one after the other. The door closed and Yu Yimo didn't return. He said coldly, "don't send me."

Song yean's eyes flashed over his legs, and his eyes flashed over his arm wrapped with gauze. A little coldness appeared at the bottom of his eyes. "In your present situation, what's the qualification to leave Ruan Shi beside you?"

Yu Yimo was slightly surprised by his directness. The next second, Yu Yimo's sword eyebrows closed and looked at him coldly. "What's my state?"

Song yean sneers, suddenly reaches out his hand, holds the handle of his wheelchair from the back, pushes forward, and says word by word, "the future is unpredictable, helpless, powerless, and helpless."

Song yean's words are like a needle, like a flash of lightning. He fiercely splits Yu Yimo's heart. His hand on the handle of the wheelchair is slightly tightened, and his face is a little terrible.

Just then, a force behind the wheelchair pushed him forward. Song yean leaned slightly over him and said in a low voice, "what is a man who can't even protect a woman?"

He said the most vicious words in a very light voice. Even though Yu Yimo didn't care about other people's opinions, these words still made him feel pain.

His mind suddenly flashed the scene when Ruan Shishi was scalded. At that time, she was like a wounded little animal, huddled pitifully, shivering and pitiful.

If it wasn't for him, the scald incident could be avoided. It was his fault, but it didn't mean that he didn't even have the chance to protect her from now on. It didn't mean that he should feel sorry for himself and break his mind because he lost everything and broke his legs.