It rains in Shanghai in autumn, like a woman's menstruation, drizzling endlessly.The colorful umbrellas, like sanitary napkins floating all over the streets, form a unique landscape of Shanghai's rainy season.
Zhu Hong sat in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the tears-like raindrops rolling down the glass, and her heart was covered with a sad shadow. The endless sorrow could not be relieved in this rainy day.
She regretted coming to Shanghai a little.
Anyway, there is no hope. It would be better to stay in that villa and wait for death. At least Lu Feng is there. Although a man has his own opinions about him, he understands her heart. Often, just one word can make her forget her sorrow for the time being. Moreover, in this vast city, she not only feels isolated and helpless, but also has no sense of security.
When you are at home, although men are sometimes as fierce as you are, they are at ease after all, unlike now that they always feel empty and have no support.
Mom, you are not wearing clothes yet. Sister Xiaoyu will come to pick us up to the hospital later.
Xiaoya came out of the bedroom and reminded her when she saw her mother looking out the window in a daze.In fact, she also understands her mother's mood at the moment. She is deeply ill. Can't she expect her to be so arrogant?
Xiaoya...I...I don't want to treat it anymore...I want to go back...
Zhu Hong was as weak as a child at this moment, showing a pity in front of her daughter.
When Xiaoya saw her mother's appearance, she felt both love, hate and distressed. She had to resist her temper and persuade her: How can she not be cured if she is sick? I have contacted her to find an American doctor for you. He is an expert in treating this disease. He happened to be in China these two days. What a good opportunity. Don't be a child anymore.
Zhu Hong stood up reluctantly and asked as she walked to the bedroom: How long will I stay in the hospital? I won’t stay for too long. I’m most afraid of being hospitalized.
Xiaoya is really a little amused.
I don’t know how Shang Rong tricked her into Shanghai. Now, I pushed my mother to him without even a phone call. I really don’t know how his heart grows.
The doctor has to decide how long you live, so you can receive treatment with peace of mind. Xiaoyu and I will see you every day.
Zhu Hong suddenly stopped and looked at her daughter and said hesitantly: Xiaoya, you said... will my disease let... your dad know...
Xiaoya's face darkened and said angrily: Don't think so much, he knows what, so what if he doesn't know. Anyway, the life and death of our mother and daughter have nothing to do with him.
Xiaoya thought to herself, how long can this kind of thing be hidden? I don’t know what he will think about in the future when he knows this. He must be furious. When he was a model and sat in the bar, he felt that he was embarrassed. Now he has caused all AIDS. Although he is an ex-wife, if it spreads, he will definitely feel that he has no shame to meet people.
Let alone him, when I first learned that my mother had this disease, she still felt that she couldn't raise her head?After all, it’s still my fault that my mother is not respectful and that Zhang Caixia is not a person.
Of course, there is one person who doesn’t feel embarrassed because his mother’s life and death has nothing to do with him. At the beginning, he just wanted to use his mother and daughter to fight with that person and humiliate him by possessing his mother’s body. Now his goal has been achieved. Who would connect his mother to him? Who is his mother?
Even the high-sounding mother-in-law is not even considered a high-sounding mother-in-law, let alone treat her as her own woman.
Perhaps in order to obtain psychological satisfaction, he will soon find a way to spread the news so that everyone in the city knows it to achieve the goal of attacking the opponent.
When Xiaoya thought of this, a fire of namelessness suddenly burned in her heart. When she saw that her mother was still standing there in a daze, she shouted loudly: Why don’t you change your clothes and stand here?If I had known this, why would I have...
Suddenly, I saw tears flashing in my mother's eyes, and my heart softened again, and I regretted not saying these words that stimulated her.Helplessly, I had to sit on the sofa in a suffocation.
Dong Yu just happened to come in. When he saw Xiaoya on the sofa, he looked calm and at Zhu Hong's pajamas and tears in her eyes, he probably understood a little.
No one will be happy if they have such things at home, but Xiaoya shouldn't lose her temper and adds psychological burden to the patient.
Aunt, let’s go change your clothes, don’t worry, that doctor is a world-famous person, Xiaoya spent a lot of money to ask him to treat you.
Dong Yu winked Xiaoya and helped Zhu Hong into the bedroom.
Xiaoya was sitting there and thinking about it, becoming more and more angry. She felt that such a heavy burden could be borne by herself alone. At the same time, she also felt a deep fear in her heart. If her mother suddenly left one day, wouldn’t she be the only one left in this world?
She suddenly had the urge to call Shang Rong, feeling that no matter what, Shang Rong had the responsibility and obligation to share this responsibility with her. In fact, in her subconscious, she especially needed someone to be with her at this time, even if it was spiritual comfort, and this person was Shang Rong whom she hated and kept giving up.
Xiaoya heard that Dong Yu was still whispering to comfort her mother in the bedroom, so she stood up and went to the balcony. She had to ask him what it meant and whether she wanted to be a hand-off manager...
Xiaoya tried her best to think about the bad things of men so that she could arouse anger in her heart, so that she could be more confident when she questioned men. For some reason, she felt a little nervous when facing Shang Rong. If it weren't for her mother's affairs, she would hide if she could hide, and she would be unable to escape.
But now she couldn't control her anger, and her anger had already brewed to a critical state, which doubled her courage. When the familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, she almost roared: Do you care about my mother's affairs?
After a while of silence, Shang Rong's slow voice came from the other end of the phone: What do you mean?
Xiaoya was stunned. Why did the man's voice sound weak? Is he sick and why didn't he get angry?
What's the meaning?
Pretend to be confused?
What do you mean?It's okay if you throw my mom at me, right?I……
As Xiaoya talked, a wave of grievance, resentment, and anger mixed with a tide of emotion that she couldn't even explain clearly instantly submerged her.So much sobbing and unable to speak.
Which hospital is your mother staying in?
The voice was still so calm that I could not hear any emotional color.
Xiaoya punched the cotton, and she softened first, and slowly squatted to the ground against the wall.Tongjitang...
I'll see her at night.
After Shang Rong finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Xiaoya almost jumped up from the ground in an instant.Hello...hey, where are you...
Go see her at night?
Where is he?
Has he arrived in Shanghai?
Xiaoya leaned against the wall and stared blankly.
A heart suddenly felt at ease, with tears in her eyes and muttering: This ghostly damn man...
Zhu Hong sat in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the tears-like raindrops rolling down the glass, and her heart was covered with a sad shadow. The endless sorrow could not be relieved in this rainy day.
She regretted coming to Shanghai a little.
Anyway, there is no hope. It would be better to stay in that villa and wait for death. At least Lu Feng is there. Although a man has his own opinions about him, he understands her heart. Often, just one word can make her forget her sorrow for the time being. Moreover, in this vast city, she not only feels isolated and helpless, but also has no sense of security.
When you are at home, although men are sometimes as fierce as you are, they are at ease after all, unlike now that they always feel empty and have no support.
Mom, you are not wearing clothes yet. Sister Xiaoyu will come to pick us up to the hospital later.
Xiaoya came out of the bedroom and reminded her when she saw her mother looking out the window in a daze.In fact, she also understands her mother's mood at the moment. She is deeply ill. Can't she expect her to be so arrogant?
Xiaoya...I...I don't want to treat it anymore...I want to go back...
Zhu Hong was as weak as a child at this moment, showing a pity in front of her daughter.
When Xiaoya saw her mother's appearance, she felt both love, hate and distressed. She had to resist her temper and persuade her: How can she not be cured if she is sick? I have contacted her to find an American doctor for you. He is an expert in treating this disease. He happened to be in China these two days. What a good opportunity. Don't be a child anymore.
Zhu Hong stood up reluctantly and asked as she walked to the bedroom: How long will I stay in the hospital? I won’t stay for too long. I’m most afraid of being hospitalized.
Xiaoya is really a little amused.
I don’t know how Shang Rong tricked her into Shanghai. Now, I pushed my mother to him without even a phone call. I really don’t know how his heart grows.
The doctor has to decide how long you live, so you can receive treatment with peace of mind. Xiaoyu and I will see you every day.
Zhu Hong suddenly stopped and looked at her daughter and said hesitantly: Xiaoya, you said... will my disease let... your dad know...
Xiaoya's face darkened and said angrily: Don't think so much, he knows what, so what if he doesn't know. Anyway, the life and death of our mother and daughter have nothing to do with him.
Xiaoya thought to herself, how long can this kind of thing be hidden? I don’t know what he will think about in the future when he knows this. He must be furious. When he was a model and sat in the bar, he felt that he was embarrassed. Now he has caused all AIDS. Although he is an ex-wife, if it spreads, he will definitely feel that he has no shame to meet people.
Let alone him, when I first learned that my mother had this disease, she still felt that she couldn't raise her head?After all, it’s still my fault that my mother is not respectful and that Zhang Caixia is not a person.
Of course, there is one person who doesn’t feel embarrassed because his mother’s life and death has nothing to do with him. At the beginning, he just wanted to use his mother and daughter to fight with that person and humiliate him by possessing his mother’s body. Now his goal has been achieved. Who would connect his mother to him? Who is his mother?
Even the high-sounding mother-in-law is not even considered a high-sounding mother-in-law, let alone treat her as her own woman.
Perhaps in order to obtain psychological satisfaction, he will soon find a way to spread the news so that everyone in the city knows it to achieve the goal of attacking the opponent.
When Xiaoya thought of this, a fire of namelessness suddenly burned in her heart. When she saw that her mother was still standing there in a daze, she shouted loudly: Why don’t you change your clothes and stand here?If I had known this, why would I have...
Suddenly, I saw tears flashing in my mother's eyes, and my heart softened again, and I regretted not saying these words that stimulated her.Helplessly, I had to sit on the sofa in a suffocation.
Dong Yu just happened to come in. When he saw Xiaoya on the sofa, he looked calm and at Zhu Hong's pajamas and tears in her eyes, he probably understood a little.
No one will be happy if they have such things at home, but Xiaoya shouldn't lose her temper and adds psychological burden to the patient.
Aunt, let’s go change your clothes, don’t worry, that doctor is a world-famous person, Xiaoya spent a lot of money to ask him to treat you.
Dong Yu winked Xiaoya and helped Zhu Hong into the bedroom.
Xiaoya was sitting there and thinking about it, becoming more and more angry. She felt that such a heavy burden could be borne by herself alone. At the same time, she also felt a deep fear in her heart. If her mother suddenly left one day, wouldn’t she be the only one left in this world?
She suddenly had the urge to call Shang Rong, feeling that no matter what, Shang Rong had the responsibility and obligation to share this responsibility with her. In fact, in her subconscious, she especially needed someone to be with her at this time, even if it was spiritual comfort, and this person was Shang Rong whom she hated and kept giving up.
Xiaoya heard that Dong Yu was still whispering to comfort her mother in the bedroom, so she stood up and went to the balcony. She had to ask him what it meant and whether she wanted to be a hand-off manager...
Xiaoya tried her best to think about the bad things of men so that she could arouse anger in her heart, so that she could be more confident when she questioned men. For some reason, she felt a little nervous when facing Shang Rong. If it weren't for her mother's affairs, she would hide if she could hide, and she would be unable to escape.
But now she couldn't control her anger, and her anger had already brewed to a critical state, which doubled her courage. When the familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, she almost roared: Do you care about my mother's affairs?
After a while of silence, Shang Rong's slow voice came from the other end of the phone: What do you mean?
Xiaoya was stunned. Why did the man's voice sound weak? Is he sick and why didn't he get angry?
What's the meaning?
Pretend to be confused?
What do you mean?It's okay if you throw my mom at me, right?I……
As Xiaoya talked, a wave of grievance, resentment, and anger mixed with a tide of emotion that she couldn't even explain clearly instantly submerged her.So much sobbing and unable to speak.
Which hospital is your mother staying in?
The voice was still so calm that I could not hear any emotional color.
Xiaoya punched the cotton, and she softened first, and slowly squatted to the ground against the wall.Tongjitang...
I'll see her at night.
After Shang Rong finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Xiaoya almost jumped up from the ground in an instant.Hello...hey, where are you...
Go see her at night?
Where is he?
Has he arrived in Shanghai?
Xiaoya leaned against the wall and stared blankly.
A heart suddenly felt at ease, with tears in her eyes and muttering: This ghostly damn man...
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