"Pop!" An Yang slapped Zhang Ming's face with a slap.
"An Yang!" Little Milk Tea exclaimed subconsciously, then looked at An Yang's gloomy profile, wriggling his lips, unable to say anything.
Zhang Ming covered his face with his hands, and looked at An Yang with disbelief.
"You, you, you dare to hit me—"
"You are not my father, the second is not my leader, and the third is not my boss. Why can't I beat you? You treat your daughter like this. If I don't beat you, whoever beats you, Yuxin is my person. I will love her forever. , If you can scold her like this, I can hit you like this, and you will fight back if you don't agree!
"You, you—" Zhang Ming trembled and couldn't say a word. He was corroded by drugs. Now his body is weak and unbearable, and he can't beat a young and strong guy like An Yang.
"Don't rely on you to be Yuxin's father, so you can do anything wrong. She doesn't recognize your father, then I don't have to be polite to you, get out! Now, get out immediately! Don't let me beat you out!" An Yang pointed to the gate and suddenly drank angrily, shaking Zhang Ming's whole body in fright, his mouth trembling constantly.
"Okay, okay-great, remember everything you did-wait, you guys are waiting for Lao Tzu!!!" After saying that Zhang Minglang stumbled out of the room and stumbled. A chair fell, and the door closed with a heavy sound at the end, announcing his departure.
The room was quiet again, only the woman sobbing softly was heard.
"An Yang, thank you—"
"Sorry, I was impulsive and hit him. Mainly as a man, I really can't bear it anymore." An Yang shook his head.
"It's okay, he should fight!" Little Milk Tea's mouth was hard, but she still didn't want things to happen when An Yang started it.
"What the hell is going on?" Next, after An Yang finished the matter, it was time to ask the situation.
"My dad takes drugs—" Little Milk Tea lowered his head and said embarrassingly.
"Well, I can see it."
"Then it became like this—he caught drugs in the last two months, and then he came to the house from time to time to ask for money for powder, my mother, my mother—" Xiao Nian Cha said, tears still unsatisfactory. Fell down.
Also, as a girl, she has to bear and bear too much. This kind of thing, even if it is said from beginning to end, is a grueling process. Now there are objects to talk to, and the little milk tea is also affectionate. Uncontrollably, tears flowed down.
"Okay don't cry, speak slowly, things will always be resolved." An Yang reached out and wiped the tears from Xiao Milk Tea's cheeks. A girl who was usually so lively cried into tears, and An Yang didn't feel like it It feels good, which shows how much pressure and pain she has endured.
"My mother has a terminal illness, and it is now in the advanced stage-the doctor said she can only live for three months at most. Even if it is three months, she needs to use drugs to delay her life. Without the support of drugs, she might only be able to live. Last week—but the beast, the man, he came over and ignored my mother’s illness, instead he asked us to get the money. Part of the salary I paid last month was used for living expenses, and the other part was saved and wanted to give My mother bought the medicine, but he came over two days ago and took the money away-come here again today, we are really penniless, but he also threatened us mother and daughter, saying that if we don’t give the money, we will sell me. Yes, you heard it at that time too—" Little Milk Tea cried as she talked.
Listening to her experience, An Yang couldn't help but sighed, and gently took the little milk tea into his arms. At this time, he didn't have any thoughts in his heart, just pure heartfelt love for the girl.
Little milk tea lay in An Yang's arms, crying bitterly. She is releasing the emotions that have been suppressed in her heart.
It's been a long time since I cried happily like this.
In fact, the older you grow up, the fewer tears you have.
It's not that it has become strong, but it's just that it has lost its support.
Tears are of no use, they will only make myself look more cowardly.
So I don’t cry.
Once something happens that I can't do to solve it, and someone is willing to stand up, help, and listen, then the tears that have been held back will burst. Broke the dike—
So I can't help it.
—
The First People's Hospital of G City.
Senior VIP nursing outside the ward.
"Doctor, is there really no good way to heal her? Money is not a problem." An Yang stood at the door and said to a doctor in a white coat.
The doctor shook his head helplessly, "Up to now, money really can't solve the problem. Her cancer cells have spread and metastasized, and the cancer is not difficult to treat, but after metastasis, the cancer cells spread all over the body. How do you remove it? There are cancer cells all over the body-well, it's not that we don't want to save people, the doctors' parents, but this patient is already dying and there is really no way to save it."
Having said that, the doctor left, An Yang was stunned at the door, and when he recovered, he suddenly felt a pat on his shoulder.
Looking back, it was the little milk tea. She looked at herself happily, "What's wrong? What's the matter, stand at the door like a fool, come in, I just made chicken soup, you can dip my mother a little light , This girl approves you to drink a small bowl~"
"Oh, ah! Alright!" An Yang seemed to have just reacted, forced a smile and glanced at the little milk tea.
"Huh?" Little Milk Tea gave An Yang suspiciously, and then moved around An Yang several times with the insulator in his hand, and finally leaned into An Yang's ear and asked in a low voice, "Frankly explain what's going on? You look like it today. It’s a bit abnormal. Was the doctor here just now when I was discharged from the hospital and went home to make soup?"
An Yang was surprised again.
What a smart girl!
"Uh, uh, how can it be, hehe, how is it possible, who is the doctor who works at noon, don't think too much-by the way, let's go in quickly, your mother missed you if you didn't see you all morning, I still want to taste Tell me how you cook the soup." An Yang pushed the back of the little milk tea into the room.
He really couldn't bear to tell this thing again, and now only the little milk tea whose mother and her depend on each other.
An Yang was afraid that she could not bear the blow.
One week's life—
"Mom! Drink the chicken soup I made for you, special supplement!" Seeing the mother lying on the bed, the little milk tea smiled like a child, and hurried forward in three steps and opened the thermos. He took out a small bowl of small spoon from the inside, and then contained a bowl of fragrant chicken soup. As soon as the lid of the thermos was opened, the aroma immediately spread throughout the house.
"It's really fragrant." An Yang sniffed, and had to say that the soup making skills of Xiao Milk Tea are really in place.
"Don't even think about Xiang! This is the soup for my mother!" Little Milk Tea pouted and said confidently.
"Xiao Xin, Xiao An can be regarded as our family's benefactor. At that time, I was unconscious and he took me to the hospital. Be kind to others." Xiao Nian Cha's mother lightly blamed.
"Oh—" Little milk tea dragged the sound of the word to the old man. In fact, she was only used to talking to An Yang like this. You made her talk to An Yang in a gentle and soft voice, but it was uncomfortable all over her body.
Who made An Yang a very humble character in her heart before? Although she did something that was kind to her family this time, there was no way to correct that impression.
But at least, Little Milk Tea doesn't hate An Yang.
"By the way, Xiaoan, you are drinking the soup, and I will tell you something, whether you agree or not, you can listen to it."
"Well, aunt, you say, you say." An Yang respects this kind of mother who is seriously ill and has to desperately want to raise her milk tea to an adult.