410: C410 Love Without Being Able to Love

C410 Love Without Being Able to Love

"That would be too much of a thank you!" "Please, Mr. Hsiao." The middle-aged woman thanked Hsiao Hee, but she was not surprised that Du Ling had introduced Lin Miaomiao to a doctor.

They had hoped and been disappointed too many times.

Until they saw the results, no one would be able to move their hearts.

It was an extremely luxurious sickroom. The medical facilities were complete and the bed was soft and cozy. A pale-faced girl was lying on it. It was Lin Miaomiao.

There were also a sofa, a coffee table and a few small doors in the hall.

It should be a separate kitchen, bathroom, locker room, etc. Everything is for the patient's family.

Hsiao Hee walked to the bedside and looked at Lin Miaomiao who was still sleeping soundly, as well as the nutrient solution bag that was being delivered into her body. He also felt sympathy and pity for her.

She didn't do anything wrong, she just loved the wrong person.

But because of Hsiao Hee's recklessness, he had to endure such suffering and pain.

Was Yan Lyu really that cruel to Lin Miaomiao?

What was he trying to do?

Why did he refuse to give her the antidote until the very last moment of his life?

Even if there was no love, there should still be feelings that he had been with for a long time right?

If I had let him live, would I have gotten the antidote?

Hsiao Hee shook his head. Of course not.

After all, the only person Yan Lyu could rely on at that time was Lin Miaomiao after he poisoned her.

Judging from his character, it was impossible for him to surrender so easily.

Hsiao Hee took out Lin Miaomiao's hand from under the blanket and took her pulse. Then, he said, "Her breath is very weak, but her body is fine."

No problem, no problem at all!

All of the doctors, doctors, experts, and even so-called godly doctors had said that Miss Lin's body was unharmed, and then they were helpless to do anything.

The middle-aged woman didn't look too good. She didn't blame Hsiao Hee, but she felt sorry for her daughter.

Although, according to the test report, Lin Miaomiao's body functions normally.

However, experts had also said that Lin Miaomiao was now like a vegetable lying on the bed. Her resistance would gradually weaken and her bodily functions would gradually become disordered.

One had to know that even if a normal person was alive and kicking, lying on a bed like that would cause him to become sick from holding his breath.

Seeing the bitterness on her aunt's face, Du Ling's heart ached as she pushed Hsiao Hee away, "Is there nothing we can do?" "Looking at Miaomiao's face, which is getting thinner and thinner, all of us feel our hearts ache."

"Yes." Hsiao Hee turned his head with a smile.

"..."

At the same time, within the Sun family's courtyard.

Sun Yanran was wearing gray yoga pants and tight short sleeves. She was sitting on the sofa while fiddling with her phone.

She carried half a watermelon in her arms, spooning it into her mouth one spoonful at a time.

"Yanran?"

Tang Wanwan had a black mask wrapped around her face. She was holding a large box of sliced cucumber slices in her hand as she sat beside Sun Yanran and called out to her.

Sun Yanran seemed to have not heard her mother's call as she continued to listen to the song with rapt attention, flipping through the text on her phone.

Tang Wanwan immediately became furious. She tore off her daughter's earpiece and yelled into her ear, "Sun! Yan! "Then …"

His voice was loud and long!

"What for?" Sun Yanran almost threw away the watermelon in her hand.

She stared at her mother, who looked like she was in menopause, and said, "Why are you suddenly shouting your name so loudly?"

"If I hadn't shouted so loudly, would you have been able to hear me?" Tang Wanwan touched the black mask on her face.

Due to overexertion, the facial mask was a bit irregular.

Her expression immediately changed as she rearranged the mask, then said, "Your mother was asking you a question just now."

"If you have something to say, hurry up and say it!" Sun Yanran replied perfunctorily and lowered her head to look at her phone.

"Ai ai ai!" Don't play on your phone anymore, I heard that my son-in-law is back, where's he? " Tang Wanwan asked with a gossipy expression.

"Your son-in-law? "Who's your son-in-law?" Sun Yanran asked in a daze.

"Stop pretending, of course it's Hsiao Hee. Otherwise, who would have the qualifications to be our Sun family's son-in-law? " Tang Wanwan said with a proud expression.

"When did he become your son-in-law?" Sun Yanran snorted disdainfully. "I'm a married couple, and they love each other dearly. There's no way I can take advantage of them."

"What kind of onion is she?!" From the moment this old lady became pregnant with you, he was destined to be my son-in-law. If he wants to marry, he must at least marry my Sun family! " Halfway through her sentence, Tang Wanwan realized that something was wrong. "Pah pah!" Who cares about that brat Su family, I'm talking about Hsiao Hee, if you want to marry, you have to first marry my daughter! "

"Enough! How old are you all, do you all still not recognize reality?" Sun Yanran snappily said as she interrupted her mother's imagination.

Tang Wanwan slapped Sun Yanranguang's thigh and scolded, "Little bastard, what are you trying to say? Are you trying to say I'm old? This old lady will never age, I will anger you to death! "

"Tsk, who said that last time? Aiya, I can't do it anymore. I'm getting old and my chest is drooping." Sun Yanran said with a look of disdain.

"You!" Tang Wanwan instinctively straightened up and said in a flustered and exasperated tone, "Humph! If you want to droop, you have to have a chest first. I'm afraid I won't feel this way even if I were to live my entire life."

"Tang Wanwan, I warned you, you're not allowed to talk about my flat chest!" Sun Yanran said angrily.

In order to express her current mood, she put the watermelon in her arms on the tea table.

Kacha. The watermelon exploded and split into two.

Actually, Sun Yanran was not flat chest. Compared to her peers, she could be considered to have some achievements.

But because of her height and long legs, she really didn't look that impressive with just a glance.

It was also because of this that Tang Wanwan often used this method to block Sun Yanran's small, sinister mouth.

Seeing that she had hit Sun Yanran's soft spot, Tang Wanwan retorted complacently, "I also said that you're not allowed to call me Tang Wanwan again. Didn't you also not hear that?"

"What mother says that her daughter has flat breasts? Are you my mother? You're definitely not my mother. "

"Who calls their mother by her name? Are you my daughter? "You …"

Tang Wanwan had learned her lesson well and hadn't finished her sentence yet.

"I'm not your own daughter." Sun Yanran said.2

"Bullshit!" You are my own. If it wasn't me, would you look like this? " Tang Wanwan said angrily.

"Then why are you so big, and I am so small?" Sun Yanran immediately started a deadly topic.

"You can't even snatch a man for yourself, so what are you talking about? What are you doing!? " Tang Wanwan was shocked.

"I'll kill you!" Sun Yanran pounced on him directly.

The mother and daughter soon turned into a frolicking ball. Laughter like silver bells rang out in the living room …

After a long while, the mother and daughter duo, who felt slightly tired, finally stopped their boring fighting game.

"Daughter, you have to think about what I said." Tang Wanwan said as she picked up a watermelon from the tea table, scooped it up with a spoon and put it in her mouth.

"What is it?" Sun Yanran was fiddling with her cell phone, enjoying it.

"Isn't my son-in-law back? Bring him back to be a guest! " Tang Wanwan said snappily.

"Are you talking about Hsiao Hee? When did he become your son-in-law? " Sun Yanran smiled wryly as she waved the phone in her hand. "I can't even get through to his phone right now. I'm probably very busy right?"

As she spoke, her eyes flashed with a hint of desolation. It seemed as if she had been wronged, but most of them were still helpless.

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