Jiang Yan, the daughter of the richest man in the country, sat on hundreds of billions of assets. Her daily routine involved living off her parents, slacking off, and endlessly shopping. One day, w...
Jiang Yan sighed, "Xiao Li is still good at speaking. Whoever he marries will be immersed in honeypot for the rest of his life! Men should be trained in this direction."
Miao Xiuying couldn't stop laughing as she thought of something, "You may not believe this, but when he was only three or four years old, he was determined to be a gigolo, which made his father so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.
As for me, I'll just let him be! A son is no longer controlled by his mother. His future life is his own. Why should I worry about it? Look, isn't everything fine now?
Don't limit your child's development. Everyone has their own path to take. Now that the second child, whom I was most worried about, has been taken care of, I can now help you take care of the baby with peace of mind."
Jiang Yan held the bowl, looking obedient, "With mom here, I don't need to worry about the family, I'm in luck."
Miao Xiuying chuckled twice: "What are you playing at? It's a blessing for the fourth brother to marry you. Don't give him face. After drinking, go lie down for a while. I'll go to the hospital to inquire about Huihui's condition. If this child doesn't wake up for a day, everyone will be worried."
Jiang Yan drank the soup while responding, "There's nothing we can do about it. Heart surgery is extremely traumatic for a child, and it will take a while for him to recover.
It needs careful care later on. Mom, go ahead. I'm eating! Isn't there chicken soup in the pot? You can take it to Sister Zhang on the way!"
Miao Xiuying thought for a moment, took out an aluminum lunch box from the cupboard, washed it, scooped out some chicken and chicken soup, then picked up a bowl of rice and quickly walked towards the hospital.
Huihui woke up in the afternoon of the next day. When Zhang Xiujuan saw her open her eyes, she was so excited that she was incoherent.
"Wake up... wake up, Huihui... wake up."
Her high voice alarmed the doctor, who came over quickly and gave Huihui a basic and detailed examination. Then, he said to her with a smile, "Sister Zhang, Huihui is recovering very well. Don't worry. You haven't slept for two days. Go and have a rest."
When Zhang Xiujuan heard the news that Huihui was out of danger, she felt relieved. Her legs went weak and she almost fell. Fortunately, Yang Zhigang, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, caught her.
"Brother Yang, did you hear that? Our Huihui is fine."
Yang Zhigang is a grown man, and his emotions fluctuated so much that his eyes couldn't help but turn red. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his wife.
He turned his head, patted Zhang Xiujuan on the back, and consoled her: "Huihui is blessed with a long life. I said she will be fine. Do you believe it now? Go back and rest. I'll ask the guards to watch over her.
If there is any news, I will inform you as soon as possible. You will have to accompany Huihui in the future. Don't worry, Huihui, you are sick, Huihui also feels sorry for you as a mother!"
Yang Huihui felt pain all over her body. She tried hard to raise her hand, but pulled the wound again, causing her facial features to wrinkle up in pain.
Zhang Xiujuan rushed over, placed her little hand in her palm, feeling the delicate warmth, and said with a choked voice: "Huihui, mom is here, don't be afraid, mom is with you. Huihui is a good child, God bless you!"
Yang Huihui's lips were dry and chapped. She spoke weakly and hoarsely, "Mom...Mom, I'm fine. You have to eat well and don't get hungry!"
Zhang Xiujuan felt mixed emotions when she heard her daughter's advice. She forced a smile and said, "Mom is an adult now and will take care of herself. As long as Huihui is fine, Mom is willing to do anything. This time, it's all thanks to Auntie. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have woken up yet!"
Yang Huihui's voice was tender and sweet: "Mom, I know. Before I went to bed, I saw my aunt. Can she perform magic? She said that when I wake up, I will see mom and my illness will fly away!"
Zhang Xiujuan squeezed her little hand with moderate strength, "Well, your aunt is really amazing, whoosh, Huihui won't get sick anymore."
Huihui's clear eyes burst into a burning light, "Really? Mom, my chest won't hurt anymore in the future?"
Zhang Xiujuan nodded seriously: "That's right, Huihui will be like a healthy child from now on, and mommy won't restrict you anymore! Play whatever you want!"
Yang Huihui smiled even more brightly now, "Mom, I love you so much. I'm not a sickly person anymore. I'm going to take good care of myself and thank Auntie when I'm discharged from the hospital!"
After saying this, her voice weakened and she slowly closed her eyes.
Zhang Xiujuan covered her with a quilt, walked out of the ward with Yang Zhigang, and immediately informed Jiang Yan of the matter.
Jiang Yan also took her family to see it. Time passed quickly and it was National Day in the blink of an eye.
The wedding of the three families was very lively.
Both the Qin and Song families attached great importance to Song Jingtian's engagement and sent respected people from their families.
Lu Li was wearing a white Dacron shirt today, paired with black trousers, and his hair was meticulously groomed with hair oil.
When he didn't speak, I thought he was a young man from some aristocratic family.
Song Jingtian's eyes fell on him from time to time, which made Lu Li feel embarrassed.
He asked softly, "Sister, what's wrong?"
Song Jingtian hit the ball straight and said: "I think you look very handsome today."
Hey, isn't this a perfect compliment? If there was a tail, Lu Li would have swung it.
The corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyes seemed to be filled with stars. "Sister said it looks good, so it really looks good, right?"
He leaned close to Song Jingtian's ear, his voice clear and pleasant, "On the wedding night, I'll wear your clothes for you to tear? How about that, sister?"
Song Jingtian's eyes darkened and she glanced at Lu Li. Lu Li looked thin, but not too effeminate.
The exposed forearms have distinct muscles, and it can be seen that she pays attention to exercise.
She coughed and said solemnly, "Will it be bad?"
Lu Li blinked and seduced her, "Don't you want to?"
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