Chapter 186

Su Haitang was confused in his mind. His eyes stared straight at Yan FangQiong's gentle and extremely thin face, and suddenly came from grief.

"It's Cheng Yuanzheng."

She suddenly picked up the warm black chicken soup in front of her and drank it. She poured down the invisible hard lump choked in her throat, put down the exquisite white porcelain bowl, gritted her teeth, and repeated the contents of the confession of human traffickers in Cheng Yuanzheng's telephone.

"These unscrupulous bastards!" Jane Ruyi clenched her fist angrily, as if she wanted to wave the face of the bastard human trafficker.

"Human traffickers should be arrested and shot! How many people have been destroyed!" aunt song was indignant and did not forget to comfort Yan FangQiong, who was in poor health.

"Don't get excited, madam. It's good to find out what happened. Our young lady finally came back and finally came back."

Jane Ruyi is also nervous about her aunt's body, booing the cold and asking for warmth, more than Su Haitang's own daughter.

When Su Haitang recalled this episode, he quickly poured a cup of warm water and took the opportunity to add another trace of spiritual spring to help Yan FangQiong regulate her body.

She still doesn't have deep feelings for Yan FangQiong and doesn't really take her sick mother as the most important person in her heart.

Otherwise, no matter how much shock she bears, she will instinctively give priority to her mother's physical endurance instead of being so reckless.

Of course, she also relies too much on the wonderful use of Lingquan water.

Even Yan FangQiong, who announced that she was critically ill, could pull back from the death line with Lingquan water, which gave Su Haitang excessive confidence.

In particular, as long as Yan FangQiong is sober, she will take a pair of quiet and gentle eyes, focus on her, and talk to her with a smile, giving Su Haitang the illusion that Yan FangQiong is not so seriously ill.

But I've been notified of critical illness twice. How can it be all right?

However, Yan FangQiong is not willing to look at her less, not willing to worry others, and just force her spirit to support.

She carelessly took Yan FangQiong's hard work for granted.

Su Haitang became more and more ashamed. He quickly threw away all his selfish thoughts and devoted himself to taking care of Yan FangQiong.

Jane Ruyi and aunt song are happy to see their mother and daughter close, and they won't rob her. Instead, they timely remind and gently guide her how to take better care of patients.

He Junfeng didn't come back until ten o'clock in the evening. He obviously took a bath first. There was only a faint smell of wine left on him. He was diluted by the smell of fresh soap and didn't smell bad.

After he came, he asked the driver to send Jian Ruyi and aunt song back to rest, leaving the three of them alone.

Yan FangQiong was in a bad mood and fell into a coma. Su Haitang sat next to her silently reciting the text and guarding her quietly.

He Junfeng checked that his wife was all right. Then he waved to Su Haitang and motioned her to talk to him outside.

The door of the compartment was open. From the perspective of the two, Yan FangQiong, who was sleeping quietly on the hospital bed, could be seen at any time.

"Why did you call the expedition to check he Yuzhu?"

He Junfeng's voice was very low and light. Even if Su Haitang stood close to him, he needed to concentrate to hear clearly.

Su Haitang looked at he Junfeng, who was tall and upright under the dim light, and had some novel feelings in his heart.

Such a good chief he is likely to be her own father!

She suddenly didn't want to answer him. I don't want him to feel a little bad about himself.

But I don't want to make him feel impolite and difficult to get along with.

"Su Haiyan can't study well. It's a little strange that she suddenly wants to test the city Song and dance troupe. She has the temperament of not getting up early without profit."

She picked up what she thought was the safest thing to answer.
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