Chapter 1370

Song Huaiping briefly told him about her husband's situation.

Quan Jiayun didn't express any attitude after listening to these, and then she asked a few more homely questions.

During the conversation, the car quickly drove to the place where Song Huaiping lived.

Song Huaiping's family does not live in this casino city, because the houses in this casino city are not cheap.

Their family lives near Las Vegas, in a small town at the intersection of the two cities.

Obviously, there is no luxury here in the city of casinos. The houses that come into view are not five or six stories high, but are all low houses, and Song Huaiping's family is at the end of the street on the left side of the town.

Song Huaiping got out of the car, and said to Quan Jiayun with some embarrassment: "I should have invited you to have a cup of tea, and I should have paid you, but..."

Quan Jiayun raised his hand to stop Song Huaiping, looking at this very ordinary four-storey house.

As she walked in, she said, "Which floor do you live on?"

Song Huaiping looked at his back, and then at his son who was limping out of the car. His heart was hardened and he didn't care about his son. He quickly followed Quan Jiayun's pace and replied, "The third floor."

She believed that her son would not dare to run away now.

She was right, Ren Xiuzhu did not dare to run away, because Zhan Hu was standing beside him and watching him.

Quan Jiayun walked all the way to Song Huaiping's residence on the third floor.

Song Huaiping opened the door and asked Quan Jiayun to walk in.

As soon as Quan Jiayun stepped in, she saw that her house was even more shabby.

In the living room, there is almost no decent furniture, all of which are dusty and old.

According to common sense, she is a martial artist, and her son is also a second-tier martial artist. She shouldn't have lived so poorly, but according to what she said before, it is obvious that it was her son who ruined the family, and her husband was ill. , and that's it.

But the old dust returns to the old dust, and it has been cleaned up.

Song Huaiping followed him into the door and hurried to make tea.

"Sit down, I'll go..."

Quan Jiayun looked at Song Huaiping and said, "No need, which room is your husband, go and see first."

Although she didn't know his intention, Song Huaiping still hurriedly said, "This one."

She hurriedly walked ahead to lead the way, because she was more anxious to see her husband's situation than to treat guests, and what the other party said was exactly what she wanted.

Quan Jiayun walked behind and followed in.

As soon as she entered the room, Song Huaiping couldn't care about Quan Jiayun anymore. She hurried to the bedside to check on her husband. Seeing that her husband was still alive, the big stone in her heart fell to the ground.

Along the way, she was afraid that she would not be in a hurry.

She called softly: "Xinran, Xinran, Xinqian..."

On the bed, the skinny man slowly opened his eyes.

Song Huaiping immediately showed a gentle smile, and said softly: "I'm back, and I brought my son back."

Ren Xinran looked at his wife, raised his thin hand to gently touch Song Huaiping's face, opened his dry mouth, and said hoarsely, "Xin, I'm sorry for you."

Song Huaiping hugged his hand and said in multiple voices: "It's not hard work, it's not hard work."

As she spoke, she gently put down her husband's hand, quickly mixed it with warm water, dipped a cotton ball and handed it to her husband.

"Come on, sip some water before talking."

After a while until her husband's lips become moist, she gently feeds her husband with water.

During this time, Ren Xinran kept looking at his wife tenderly, sadly and distressedly, completely ignoring Quan Jiayun standing there.

(End of this chapter)

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