"When I'm fine, I'm dear, sweetheart, and baby!"
"After the accident, I was the shield for that damn unlucky guy!"
Jiang Wentao was crying and looked so pitiful...
Jiang Ye's disgusting arms only had goose bumps!
Xiaobai: "Why don't we just catch him right away? He's so disgusting!"
Su Wu said expressionlessly: "I think so too..."
Only Wu Meiyue didn't feel surprised!
Jiang Wentao saw that crying was useless, so he lay on the bed with despair, tears rolling down his eyes and dripping onto the bed.
He was really sad. Sad that Widow Zhou treated him like this, sad that Wu Meiyue was cold to him, sad that the children did not come to the hospital to visit him.
Jiang Ye let Jiang Wentao cry while he silently packed up the things in the bedside table.
Jiang Wentao was hospitalized for a long time, and a lot of things accumulated in the ward, including an enamel mug for drinking water, a washbasin and towel for washing his face, spare clothes, etc.
Jiang Ye's movements were decisive, and he cleaned up quickly and well.
Su Wu and Xiaobai looked outside the ward worriedly, wondering why Sun Dong, who went to get help, hadn't arrived yet.
Jiang Ye packed up his things and looked up to see the policemen standing on the left and right of the ward door like two door gods.
He reached out to support Jiang Wentao who was lying on the bed. Jiang Wentao pushed Jiang Ye's hand away with all his strength: "I won't leave. If I leave, I will get sick and die."
Jiang Ye: "That's not up to you."
Jiang Ye forcefully pulled Jiang Wentao up, ignoring the wound on his stomach.
Jiang Wentao grimaced in pain: "Let me go."
Jiang Ye put down the package in his hand and seriously considered the possibility of carrying his father out.
When Dr. Zhao came in with the bill, he saw Jiang Ye tying Jiang Wentao up like a dumpling with a bed sheet.
Several people in the ward were trying to dissuade him.
"Jiang Ye, what are you doing?"
When Jiang Ye saw Dr. Zhao, he forced a smile on his face. He had been very busy recently. If it weren't for Yao Qiyue's good food and drink, he would have been skinny.
But he still looked haggard and had an unshaven beard.
Doctor Zhao sighed, looked at the bloodshot eyes of Jiang Ye, and asked as if no one else was around: "How long have you not slept? Why do you look like a caveman?"
Jiang Ye stretched out his hand and scratched his hair: "I started sleeping as soon as I got on the train yesterday, and slept all the way to South City."
Thinking of something, Jiang Ye pulled out a medical book from his small bag and handed it to Jiang Ye: "This is a gift from July. She found it at the scrap market in Beijing."
"See if it helps."
Doctor Zhao took the book with a stern face. When he saw the book, he felt like he had found a treasure and touched the cover with his fingers lovingly.
"Don't think I won't chase Jiang Wentao away just because of this. I'm telling you, it's impossible."
Jiang Ye nodded and said seriously, "Doctor Zhao, I'm sorry for causing you trouble during this period. I'm going to take my father away from here."
"I really have no other options. There's no point in continuing treatment. My father's wounds keep healing. He might have damaged some important organs in his stomach."
"Our Jiang family doesn't have the money to continue treatment at the health center. It has nothing to do with you, Doctor Zhao."
When Dr. Zhao heard Jiang Ye say this, a warm feeling rose in his heart.
Jiang Ye was clear-headed and did not blindly try to make excuses for his father. He even gave himself a way out.
In this way, Dr. Zhao felt that he had done nothing wrong in taking better care of Jiang Ye.
Jiang Wentao got out of bed in despair, preferring to suffer to death in pain rather than have Jiang Ye help him.
After walking for ten minutes, Jiang Wentao still didn't leave the corridor of the health center.
Sun Dong hurried to the clinic and saw Su Wu and Xiaobai following Jiang Wentao closely.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is an arrest warrant. Zhou Cuiping provided evidence proving she didn't have sex with you voluntarily. Now you need to come back to the police station with us."
As he said that, Sun Dong gave Su Wu a look.
Su Wu immediately took Xiaobai forward and supported Jiang Wentao's arm.
Jiang Wentao didn't have the strength to struggle. He looked back at Jiang Ye with a pale face.
"Haha, are you satisfied with this?"
"Don't come back from now on. I don't have a son like you."
Jiang Ye looked at Jiang Wentao with complicated eyes, and he felt upset and uncomfortable.
"Do you think I'd be happy if my father was arrested and I were to face the dilemma of not being able to find a job after graduation?"
Jiang Wentao was in no mood to listen to what Jiang Ye had to say. When it really came to this, he collapsed all over and let others support him.
His energy and spirit were also drained away.
The whole person exudes a decadent atmosphere.
Wu Meiyue followed behind Jiang Wentao: "Comrade police..."
She called out to the policemen ahead, but for a long time she couldn't find what to say...
She just asked a little sadly: "Can I go home and get him some clothes to change into?"
Sun Dong nodded: "You can send him to the Public Security Bureau later. We are going to take him back for treatment now."
This was the only solution Sun Dong could think of. He simply arrested Jiang Wentao and asked the team doctor to treat him.
At least I won’t go home and wait to die, right?
Sun Dong didn't even ask Jiang Wentao whether he was willing.
Jiang Wentao was delighted to receive a tour of the prison after several years.
Jiang Ye dealt with the matters in Nancheng and turned back to Jing City.
As soon as I got off the train, it started snowing heavily in Beijing.
Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell on Jiang Ye's shoulders, bringing a chill...
Yao Qiyue was waiting at the station entrance early, and saw that Jiang Ye was wearing thin clothes and had no package in his hands.
A person stands in the vast snowy world, with an lingering sense of loneliness.
Yao Qiyue rarely felt a sense of heartache.
She took the newly bought military coat and put it on Jiang Ye.
Jiang Ye was staring at the snowflakes in the sky in a daze.
I looked down and saw Yao Qiyue’s worried eyes.
He smiled gently: "It's snowing."
Yao Qiyue took Jiang Ye's hand and said, "Let's go home!"
The warmth in Yao Qiyue's hands dispelled the chill of the snowy day.
When Jiang Ye followed Yao Qiyue back to the courtyard, the yard was bustling with activity.
Jiang Mei was taking Damao and Xiaobao to play in the snow in the yard.
Seeing Jiang Ye coming back, she shouted loudly: "Brother, you are back."
Xiaobao was wearing a thick cotton coat, which made him look like a round ball. He ran to Jiang Ye with his short legs and hugged his thighs.
"Dad, you're back. I missed you so much!"
Chen Qingyun was directing Lu Zhian and Du Yun to make dumplings in the living room.
The sound was so loud that it could blow off the tiles on the roof.
"Lu Zhian, look at what you've made! I can make it better with my feet."
Lu Zhian ran out of the house as if escaping, and when he saw Jiang Ye, he smiled.
"You're back. Go in and help Master make dumplings."
"I'm about to be scolded to death by your Grandpa Chen."
Lu Zhian's body and hands were covered in flour, and he looked even more dusty than Jiang Ye, who had been on the train for a day and a night.
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