Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 138 Your Parents Are Divorcing

He Hanchuan frowned invisibly, glanced at Xiang Wan, paused for a moment on her chapped lips, then looked away, opened the door and went out.

Zhou Miao went over to close the door, and the restraint in her expression became a little less, and she sat on the seat beside her.

"I made some chicken soup and some millet porridge, which one do you want to drink?" Zhao Yu asked, pointing to the two thermos buckets on the table.

Xiang Wan wanted to say that she had no appetite and didn't want to drink, but meeting Zhao Yu's eyes, she changed her words when she reached her mouth, "Let's just have millet porridge."

Hearing this, Zhou Miao immediately stood up, went over to fill a bowl of millet porridge, and brought it to Xiang Wan.

Xiang Wan really didn't have any appetite, so she scooped up some porridge with a spoon, put it to her mouth and blew, and took a small sip, "How long has Auntie been here?"

"Not long." Zhao Yu smiled and said, "Is it hot?"

Xiang Wan said something just right, and drank the porridge with his head down.

"Wanwan—" Zhao Yu called out to her.

Xiang Wan put down the spoon and looked up at her, "Huh?"

Zhao Yu glanced in Zhou Miao's direction, his lips parted, and he didn't make a sound.

"I'm going to buy some fruit." Zhou Miao said wittily and went out.

The moment the door closed, there were only two people left in the ward, and Zhao Yu said: "Your mother quarreled with your father because of you, and the two are getting divorced. Maybe get the divorce certificate today."

Xiang Wan's hands shook, and she almost dropped the bowl in her hand to the ground. After being stunned for a moment, she let out a low oh and sipped her porridge.

It's just that I don't know whether it's because of recovering from a serious illness or other reasons. The supposedly sweet millet porridge has no taste in my mouth, and even has a bit of bitterness.

Zhao Yu looked at her and sighed lightly.

"Disagreement on property distribution?" Xiang Wan swallowed the millet porridge and looked up at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu hummed, "Your mother asked for [-] points, her [-], your father [-], your father..." She laughed inexplicably, with a hint of sarcasm, "Your father asked your mother to leave the house, Said that the Xiang family's money has nothing to do with her."

In fact, Yu Jingyun is a rich lady, and Xiang Jianguo is a poor boy.

The two met at university and wanted to get married after graduation.Mr. Yu and Mrs. Yu disapproved of their marriage, but Yu Jingyun was pregnant before marriage and insisted on staying with Xiang Jianguo, so the old couple agreed.

The Yu family only had one daughter, Yu Jingyun. Two years after she married Xiang Jianguo, Mr. Yu and his wife died in a car accident. The Yu family's company was handed over to Xiang Jianguo, and it was renamed Xiang's Group a few years ago.

"Heh!" Xiang Wan sneered, took out a spoon, picked up the bowl, and drank less than half a bowl of millet porridge.

Zhao Yu took the bowl and said, "Don't drink if you can't finish it."

Then put the bowl on the table.

Xiang Wan sat on the hospital bed with her eyes downcast, a grain of rice stuck to the corner of her mouth, her eyes were dim, and her hands tightly clutched the quilt.

"You have nothing to say?" Zhao Yu took a tissue and wiped the rice grains from the corner of her mouth.

"What?" Xiang Wan raised his eyes and pulled his lips, "No matter what the reason is, the two of them can't do without."

Her father paid so much attention to reputation, so he would never divorce her mother, leaving behind a reputation of being ungrateful.As for her mother... Her mother is used to relying on her father, as long as her father is a little soft, her mother will forgive her father.

"Not necessarily. You see, your mother divorced your father this time because of your affairs. Didn't you expect that?" Zhao Yu took her hand and said earnestly, "The child is the flesh that fell from the mother. How can a mother be willing to see her child suffer?"

Xiang Wan pursed her lips tightly, but did not make a sound.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Zhao Yu said, "Come in."

Zhou Miao walked in with a smile and put the fruit on the table.

"When you get old, your body just can't compare with your young ones." Zhao Yu smiled, let go of Xiang Wan, and stood up, "I've been tossing around for a while last night, I haven't recovered yet, I have to go back Take a break."

Xiang Wan nodded, "Go back and rest."

"Leave the millet porridge and chicken soup here." Zhao Yu said, "I'll come see you tomorrow."

Xiang Wan, "If you're busy or tired, don't come. I'm my age and I can take care of myself. Don't worry."

"I watched you grow up, can you not be worried?" Zhao Yu scolded her, opened the door and left.

After leaving the door, Zhao Yu realized that her son was still there, and said angrily, "Stop standing here, and don't meet Wanwan until you leave the hospital!"

"Just ask the driver to take you back. I can take a taxi later." He Hanchuan said.

Zhao Yu squinted at him, and when passing him by, complained, "What did you do early..."

A dimness flashed in He Hanchuan's eyes, and he lowered his eyes and made no sound.

In the ward, Zhou Miao moved her right hand to her mouth in a trumpet shape, pointed to the door with her left hand, and whispered, "Mr. He is still at the door, he hasn't left."

"Oh." Xiang Wan answered absently.

Zhou Miao cleared her throat and lowered her voice again, "After knowing about your accident, Mr. He came here in pajamas and slippers. He was fined a lot of money for speeding and running a red light. Money is nothing to Mr. He , mainly because the driver's license has also been revoked, and if you want to drive, you have to take the driver's license test again!"

"Oh." Xiang Wan regained his composure and replied with a frown.

Her reaction was so bland, Zhou Miao couldn't help but said, "Xiang Wan, I think Mr. He should like you very much, but you didn't see it. When he heard about your accident, his face was pale..."

"Don't talk about him." Xiang Wan grabbed the sheet under her body and interrupted Zhou Miao's words.

"Ah?" Zhou Miao was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Xiang Wan, you used to like Mr. He so much, now that you find out that he likes you, won't you be happy?"

"He broke my leg, made me homeless, left me in the dream club to humiliate me, does he like it? I'd rather be happy?" Xiang Wan snorted coldly, "I'm not an SM fan, Not masochistic."

Zhou Miao pulled her lips stiffly, and laughed twice, "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize." Xiang Wan said, "I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have died."

Zhou Miao couldn't tell if she was really thanking her, or if she was talking ironically, "Xiang Wan, you...do you think I'm troublesome?"

Xiang Wan wanted to die, but because of her, Xiang Wan didn't die.

"No. I want to die and you saved me are two different things. They don't mix with each other. I should thank you." Xiang Wan asked, "How do you know I'm trapped on the rooftop?"

Zhou Miao's face darkened instantly, "That bastard Zheng Bing said he wanted to make up with me, but after he asked me out, he drugged me and gave me a client as a gift."

She lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes before continuing, "I didn't return to the dormitory until around one o'clock in the morning, and Lin Tiantian came back not long after. I thought something was wrong with Lin Tiantian, so I asked my colleagues where you were, and then went to the rooftop to find you gone."

(End of this chapter)