Chapter 249

Pepe laughed evil on the phone: "uncle, don't worry, I won't let you down, toss people, that's my only specialty, this woman I've long been unhappy with, just wait for your old words. Now I'm finally starting my devil game. "

Nangong Han hung up his mobile phone, and as soon as he looked back, he saw that Forrest was coming to him with a test list in his hand. His heart sank and he looked at him. Forrest came to him and handed the list to him, saying: "the child still needs some spiritual support. After you come, her mood is better, and her condition is stable. When she is a little better After that, we can do a second transplant. "

"Long abortion, no umbilical cord blood, do transplant again, how high the chance of failure?"

"Han, I'm sorry, I really can't give you a guarantee for this. Some people can be transplanted once, and some need to be transplanted many times. In the case of umbilical cord blood, collect your stem cells to assist, so you can do a two pronged double insurance role, the cure rate will be greatly improved! Without the assistance of umbilical cord blood, there may be rejection. In addition, Ke'er's body and mood fluctuate greatly. I really... " When Forrest said this, he couldn't speak any more. He took a deep breath and patted Nangong Han on the shoulder. He didn't speak any more, but as a result, their hearts were clear.

Nangong Han nods and quietly returns to the ward. Forrest stands by the door and looks at them. After a long time, he can only shake his head and leave with a sigh. Sitting beside Ke'er's bed, Nangong Han felt like he was sent to hell. He was rich and powerful. His influence spread over many countries, and his career had a place in the world. He once thought that he was the God who dominated everything. But at this moment, he felt that heaven was actually fair.

No matter poor or rich, everyone is equal in the face of illness. What's the use of money? When money is just a bunch of numbers to you, it loses its meaning. He is willing to give all he has in exchange for a life for Kor. The funny thing is that when you come to the doctor with millions of pills, the doctor only gives you dozens or hundreds of pills. Money can't buy life, money can't close the door of heaven.

The first time! Nangong Han seriously considered what he had done, whether he was in the underworld, because his hands were covered with blood, so he would bring disaster to his wife and children? For the first time, he believed in karma. Is it true that he put down his butcher's knife and became a Buddha? For the first time, he calmly precipitated himself and decided to be a kind person, hoping that everything would not be too late. But all these changes, can change the daughter's life?

The villain on the bed moves and immediately calls back Nangong Han's mood. He wipes his face in a hurry and changes into a relaxed and smiling expression. He waits for Ke Er to wake up with a smile. But Ke'er just moved, but he didn't open his eyes. Nangong Han's face slowly changed back to sadness. He gently lay beside her and held her little body in his arms.

Outside the breeze gently blowing over, through the bone cold, Nangong cold pulled the quilt, but did not cover up the cold from the bottom of my heart. At the same time, the mother and the son of Baihua village, however, came a light laugh.

"Hey, Mommy, are you poor at painting? It's not like dad. " Chenchen laughs and shouts, obviously dissatisfied with his father's ugliness.

Du Manning sat on the bed, grabbed Chenchen's drawing board and said with a smile, "why not? He is domineering, stubborn, selfish, arrogant, cool and can't listen to others. All kinds of bad things are the incarnation of demons. I have beautified him by painting him like this. "

Chenchen lay by the bed, stretched his head to have a look, looked back at the bad way: "Oh, I know, Mommy is still angry with her father, so she used painting to vent her anger, you are also very stingy."

"Hello, Du Chenchen, you don't think about who gave you birth. How can you help your father bully me? "

"Mommy Du Chenchen suddenly put on an extremely serious expression and said softly: "you and dad have been angry for nearly two months. Don't get angry any more, OK? I love Mommy and I love daddy. I hope daddy and Mommy will be together forever, but that's what Kerr hopes

Du Manning's heart hurt. When she talked about Ke'er, her anger came up again: "your father is too much. He sent Ke'er to America without any news. If they are not biological father and daughter, I really think that Ke'er has been murdered by him, there is no news

"Mommy, Dad loves Kor, and his love for Kor is no less than your love for Kor."

"You're still talking for him!" My son is too old to stay. My heart is running away. It's said that children are easy to coax. How long has it been empty? That son of a bitch has accepted the hearts of the two children. Now she is lying on the bed? Is she the one who ran away from home? Is it her who is angry, sad and wronged? For Mao Qinqin, her son couldn't see it. After living here for more than a month, she always had his father's good in her mouth. It was strange, and it made her feel serious neglect and discomfort.

"Pa!" He closed the picture album with a loud voice, and Du Manning gambled with his breath to pull the quilt, covering his head and ignoring Chenchen. Anyway, it doesn't make sense to reason with the child. It's better to sulk alone."Mommy Chenchen reaches out her little hand and pulls the quilt.

Du Manning was not angry and said, "what's your name? Go to your father."

Chenchen sighed helplessly, turned around and came to the other side of the bed. He climbed onto the bed and lay beside Du manning. He stretched out his hand to pull the quilt. Du Manning pulled it to death and refused to let him do what he wanted. Chenchen pulled it a few times but didn't pull it. He jumped out of the bed and said, "Mommy, you don't pay attention to me any more. I'll ask grandma to beat you?"

"Well, you little thing, you have no conscience. I'll beat you before you call grandma. You're talking." He grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed and threw it at Chenchen. Chenchen jumped back, turned around and ran up the stairs. Du Manning hate teeth itching, this is not the first time, her son more and more skin. Wuwu, Nangong Han, return my son's heart!

After a while, Mrs. Du really led Chenchen down. Du Manning stares at Chenchen. Chenchen makes a face behind Mrs. Du, and then rushes to lift her schoolbag to escape the lion's roar of Mommy. Du Manning reaches for her hand, and the book in her schoolbag falls to the ground. He bent over and picked it up and put it into his bag. He drooped over his shoulder and said, "Mommy, I'll come to see you later. My teacher came here. I went upstairs to study."

"You're a fast runner!" Du Manning waved his fist to Chenchen without any authority. Chenchen compared her middle finger and went upstairs.

"The child is more and more like his father. He's not kissing me anymore." Du Manning couldn't help complaining. Mrs. Du glared at her and sat at the head of the bed. She said: "how old are you? Like a child

Du Manning pursed his lips, pulled his mother's clothes and said, "Mom, I'm going to be crazy when I lie down! And I'm not like a child. I'm like a grumpy woman. My son didn't protect me, and my daughter didn't think about me. Two little heartless wolves, a pair of white eyed wolves, were thinking about them day and night. Especially Ke'er, when I was in the United States, I could still call me. You see, it's better now. I don't even have a message. "

"This also shows one thing. Your mother is right. Nangong Han is really unreliable. Did she come to you once? Do you really think how much he cares about you? Now I don't know where he's enjoying himself! "

Du Manning's heart a pain, silent no longer speak. Mrs. Du also felt that her words were a little heavy. She quickly came over and opened her quilt and said, "come on, it'll take an hour or two to have class in the morning. Mom can walk around with you. People say that it's easy to have children with more activities. You can't hurt my precious grandson."

"It's a baby granddaughter!" Du Manning smiles. Auntie Wu checked her gender a while ago and found that she was a daughter. In fact, Du Manning didn't care very much about both men and women. She felt more pain when it came to the pain of her children. Speaking of Ke'er, she was flustered again and got out of bed. It's almost two months since the abortion. The baby in the stomach is nearly seven months old. When I was four years old, I couldn't show my stomach. But now this belly is like a balloon, full.

Seeing her clumsy appearance, Mrs. Du came to help her out of bed. Du Manning said with a smile, "I'm not so delicate as soon to be born. I've been lying for too long and my legs are numb."

"It may have something to do with the stabbing of your leg. I've been short of exercise for a while. Now your leg is all right, and you'll be born in more than two months. Otherwise, I'll find an opportunity to send Chenchen back to nangonghan and take your aunt Wu to exercise with you. I'm really worried about your weakness when you have a baby."

"If it's really empty, it's caesarean section!" For this point, Du Manning was not satisfied. Mrs. Du glared at her and said: "you generation, you know how to enjoy it. When I gave birth to you, I had a stomachache for two days and two nights, and now I have developed medical treatment. It's a caesarean section. It's hard to recover from the injury of caesarean section, and the child's resistance is not good Chen is seven years old. If you can have a baby, don't think about what I have all day. "

Du Manning smiles. She doesn't fight with her mother. She just walks back and forth in the room, stretching from time to time. My mother put away the painting on his bed, and she was still saying, "which family picture to draw? Do you still want to get back together with Nangong Han?"

"No, I did it when I was teaching Chenchen." Du Manning said some guilty, she does not want to work hard to show the missing of Nangong Han, but what kind of person is Mrs. Du? She saw through her at a glance, cold face did not speak, bent over to dumanning's drawing board to the bed.

"Why?" Mrs. Du took out a small pink notebook from the angle of the head of the bed. "What is this?" he muttered

Du Manning came over and took a look at it. He said with a smile, "it must have fallen out when I pulled my Chenchen schoolbag just now. It looks like a diary. A boy still uses a pink book. Isn't it that he has a girlfriend?"