Jian Yiling walked out of the room and walked to the stairs, when the warmth downstairs suddenly caught a glimpse of her.
Their eyes met each other, their expressions were warm and sad, and they stopped talking.
She has loved her daughter since childhood, but now...
Nuan Nuan cried in Jian Shulu's arms: "It's my fault, it's because I doted on this little Ling too much..."
Jian Shuai has been in the shopping mall for many years, no matter how big or small, he has never frowned, but today this incident made him red-eyed.
"It's not just your fault, it's my fault too. Fortunately, it's still too late. Now it's too late to start teaching Xiaoling well." Jian Shulu gently patted his wife's warm back.
Jian Shutao was also in a bad mood. He admitted that among the four children, he and his wife preferred the youngest daughter, both because she was the youngest and because she was the only girl.
But that didn't mean they didn't love the other three children. He felt sad and distressed when something like this happened to the third child.
The couple looked at him with sadness, regret, blame, and reluctance.
Such eyes were unfamiliar to Jian Yiling.
In the previous life, after Jian Yiling's original parents discovered Jian Yiling's talent, they signed a contract with the institute and kept Jian Yiling in the institute. In exchange, the institute would give Jian Yiling's parents every year A hefty sum of money.
Jian Yiling rarely gets along with her parents. The few times they meet, they always look at her with distant and indifferent eyes. Even the words of greetings are formulaic, like a memorized speech in advance. , there is no temperature at all.
But the way the couple looked at her was engraved in Jian Yiling's heart and inexplicably affected her emotions.
Maybe they didn't choose to believe Jian Yiling in this matter, but their love for Jian Yiling was true.
Nuan Nuan suddenly left her husband's arms, ran up the stairs, and came to Jian Yiling's side.
Fifteen-year-old Jian Yiling is slightly smaller than her peers because she was born prematurely.
She has a face as delicate as a palm-sized doll, and now there is still some baby fat on her face that has not grown out.
The way Jian Yiling was quiet and silent at this moment made Wen Nuan feel even more uncomfortable.
Wen Nuan cooled down and scolded Jian Yiling sternly: "Xiao Ling, you must admit your fault for this matter. Your father and I will go to the hospital to see your third brother in a while. You must go and apologize to him! Please forgive him! You What you did is too much! If you don’t correct it, neither your father nor I will forgive you!"
Nuan Nuan has never been so harsh to Jian Yiling.
Jian Yiling nodded.
Jian Yiling knew it was pointless to forcefully explain that he didn't do it on purpose.
Her persistent denial will only push herself into the most dangerous situation like Jian Yiling in the original work.
In the evening, Wen Nuan asked Mrs. An to make soup and some food. After putting them in a thermos pot, she took Jian Yiling to the hospital with her.
The Jian family's house is located halfway up the mountain. This area is a villa area, and only the powerful people in Hengyuan City can live here.
The hospital where Jian Yunnao is hospitalized is half an hour's drive from home and is the best private hospital in Hengyuan City.
When they came outside the hospital ward, Jian's father and Jian's mother felt sour in their hearts when they saw their son, whose arm was hung up by a brace and whose face was pale and lifeless.
The faces of the brothers Jian Yunao and Jian Yuncheng are 50% similar. They both have exquisite facial features and clear lines.
Compared with his eldest brother Jian Yuncheng, Jian Yunao's facial features are still a bit immature.
Now this slightly immature face is full of sadness, and his eyes are almost desperate.
Jian Yunnao is only seventeen years old this year, and encountering this kind of thing is a huge blow to him.
Jian Yuncheng, who was sitting next to him, had a straight face and remained silent.
There was a gloomy look on Junyi's face.
"Yunnao, mom asked Mrs. An to make your favorite food, would you like some?" Wen Nuan stepped forward cautiously, moving gently.
Jian Yunnao turned his head to the side.
Nuan Nuan knew that her son was feeling uncomfortable.
So she continued to comfort and please him carefully by the bedside, hoping that he would open up.
Jian Yuncheng, who was standing next to him, told Wen Nuan: "Mo Shiyun came here just now. She brought some food and fed her third brother some."