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Chapter 60 Can I Rely On You?
Vision became blurred, An Nuan couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger...

Her heart, as if being torn apart by something, was so painful that she felt it was difficult to breathe.

Like something important is about to be lost.

An Nuan was full of remorse, why, when she wanted to teach An Yang, the garbage had to be thrown into the magnetic trash can.

If she didn't teach him, how could Anyang pick up a few cigarette butts on the road and get hit by a car?

In Anyang's right hand, he was still holding a few cigarette butts, which were the things he waved to her just now...

"Anyang, Anyang!"

An Nuan fell to her knees beside him, crying out in pain...

Zhong Yuefeng called 120. Taking advantage of his identity, the car quickly arrived at the accident site. An Nuan stared blankly at the hospital getting off the car, and gently lifted Anyang onto the lift frame, put him on the car, and put on an oxygen mask. ..., the blood on the ground is so red.

"Yangyang will be fine."

An unfamiliar woman's voice came from next to her, An Nuan slowly raised her head, her pupils shrank sharply.

When was Xiao Xiruo here?
"Family members follow quickly."

She ignored Xiao Xiruo, and ran into the ambulance, seeing Anyang lying there with his eyes closed, An Nuan's tears flowed more and more fiercely.

"Doctor, you must save my brother."

She cried very sadly, her face was full of self-blame, full of pain...

The nurse was a little moved and patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, we will do our best."

When I arrived at the hospital, I saw him unexpectedly. He was wearing a white shirt, blue slim trousers, and a suit of the same color hanging on his shoulders. He was a little more lazy and uninhibited. Xin's long body was like a wind at the hospital gate hatching.

He also saw her, and frowned slightly.

"Yangyang is so good, he will be fine."

When Zhong Shengxin reached out and landed on An Nuan's shoulder, she avoided his touch without a trace.

She raised her eyes indifferently, glanced at him, followed the doctor into the hospital, watched Anyang being pushed into the operating room, and the red light illuminated the words "in operation", she just like that, quietly Sitting there, my eyes kept falling on that lamp.

On the other side, Zhong Shengxin stood there far away, with his hands in his pockets, and his complex and dull eyes fell on her, never moving away from beginning to end.

Zhong Yuefeng called and told him that Anyang had a car accident. When it was serious, his heart seemed to be torn; , immature, love to laugh, easy to warm people's hearts.

He likes to call him brother Sheng Xin, and he has always wanted to change Anyang's name and call him brother-in-law; Anyang has never changed his name, until he actually married An Nuan.

After marriage, he never visited Anyang again. Anyang contacted him by phone number, from once a week to once a month, and then once every six months.

He walked over, and An Nuan's trembling shoulders made him feel an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The shoulders sank, An Nuan lowered her eyes, and her blue suit made her heart twitch. Thinking of what happened two days ago, she stood up and put the coat back in his hand.

"Thank you."

Politely but firmly refused him.

Zhong Shengxin frowned, his eyes were a bit cold.

An Nuan ignored it, and just as she took a step, her wrist was held by a big hand, and the man's deep words came.

"Anyang is already like that, shouldn't you take good care of yourself?"

"Don't worry about it."

The hand on her wrist was too tight, she tried to break free, but it didn't work at all, she was really tired, and she didn't want to entangle with Zhong Shengxin anymore.

No longer trying to break free, he raised his head, and his alienated eyes fell on his chiseled face.

"Zhong Shengxin, what exactly do you want to do?"

Zhong Shengxin looked at her, her calm expression made him feel a little uncomfortable in his chest for no reason...

He hadn't had time to figure out what this thought was, but was interrupted by a voice that suddenly came across.

"Xiaonuan, Xiaonuan, I heard that Anyang is hospitalized."

Han Yize naturally waved away the other hand on An Nuan's wrist, pulled her one meter to the side, and put Zhong Shengxin behind him.

A pink shirt with a small sky blue suit, pants matched with the suit, and orange casual shoes on her feet...

It seems to come from some photography area.

An Nuan didn't think about it carefully, Han Yize had never met An Yang at all, she lowered her head, her heart was full of self-blame and regret.

If she didn't bring Anyang out, how could such a thing happen?
"It was all my fault."

An Nuan bit her lip, her voice choked up.

Han Yize reached out and hugged her in his arms...

Behind him, Zhong Shengxin's gaze was as cold as frost!
For his kindness, she refused; but for Han Yize, she hugged her...

The hands pounding on both sides suddenly turned into fists, and the bones creaked.

"Xiao Nuan, you are so nice, your brother will be fine, now the domestic medicine is so advanced; if you need anything, I, Han Yize, will definitely get it..."

It was originally a comforting word, but when it heard An Nuan's ear, it had a different meaning.

Leaning in his arms, he lost his voice in pain.

When the mood calmed down, An Nuan looked at the tears on his beautiful clothes, feeling very embarrassed, but Han Yize patted his chest generously.

"It's okay, I only wear it once for an advertisement, and I don't want it tomorrow."

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a dry coughing sound from the side, and An Nuan and Han Yize turned around - Zhong Yuefeng and Xiao Xiruo stood there at some point.

Xiao Xiruo was wearing a long red dress, her long hair was permed into big waves, and it was turned into a purplish red. The makeup on her face was light and beautiful, and she exuded a noble temperament.

Her eyes fell on Han Yize all the time, and then she kept a few more eyes on the spot wet with tears in front of her.

"Who is this……"

In An Nuan's eyes, Xiao Xiruo was just a stranger, just a stranger, and would not pay any attention to her inquiries.

Han Yize is even more arrogant and ruthless, and he will not pay attention to people who An Nuan would not care about.

Xiao Xiruo's face was stiff, feeling that the sharp gaze from the side was always on him, turned around, and nodded to Zhong Shengxin.

Zhong Shengxin pursed his thin lips tightly.

His father called to inform him that something happened to Anyang; after that, he went to the hospital with Xiao Xiruo, and even a blind man could guess what the relationship between the two was.

I feel sad and distressed for my mother Jiang Yao.

For Zhong Yuefeng, hatred grew a little more.

With a cold snort, he was about to leave, but Zhong Yuefeng stopped him.

"Ah Xin!"

He looked at his father coldly, the disgust in his eyes was so naked.

"Anyang is being rescued now, where are you going?"

"Oh, do you have time to watch me?"

Zhong Shengxin's eyes fell on Xiao Xiruo's face, the meaning of the insinuation was so obvious, he gave a light snort of disdain, and walked towards the exit with his long legs.

"Zhong Shengxin, if you want to go out, don't call me dad from now on!"

"Mr. Zhong, are you raising yourself too much? Have you forgotten that we have severed the relationship between father and son since five years ago?"

With the same silhouette, the same look in the eyes, neither father nor son will show weakness.

Xiao Xiruo tugged on Zhong Yuefeng's cuff, wanting him to restrain his temper, but Zhong Shengxin gave him a cold look.

"Ah……"

"This, unfilial son!"

Zhong Yuefeng looked at Zhong Shengxin's leaving back, and gave a low shout.

"Yue Feng, forget it, the child will always have his own thoughts when he grows up."

"Xi Ruo, it's hard for you. It's obviously none of your business, but he blames you for all his faults, and even involved Xiao Nuan. My old friend is really sorry for you."

Zhong Yuefeng sighed helplessly.

Xiao Xiruo just shook her head, looking at An Nuan not far away, her daughter grew more beautiful, but her personality never changed, she was exactly the same as before.

So stubborn, so persistent.

So much like him!
"An Nuan."

She walked over.

"I want to talk to you."

An Nuan didn't even turn her head.

"Sorry, I'm not free."

"It won't take much of your time!"

Xiao Xiruo's voice sank.

"Since you know it's a delay, why do you speak up?"

An Nuan's rebuttal made Xiao Xiruo's pupils shrink, and he began to criticize.

"Has anyone ever talked to your own mother like you did?"

"What is a mother? In my heart, it's just two words. Tell me, what does mother mean?"

Anyang was still in the rescue, but this 'mother' couldn't wait to teach her?

What did she do back then?
At this time, use that tall identity to teach.

Xiao Xiruo's beautiful makeup couldn't hide her slightly embarrassed expression, especially on Han Yize's face, she also saw the contempt for herself.

"Xiao Nuan, your mother..."

"Sorry, Mr. Zhong, Ms. Xiao, please go back. The person lying in the rescue has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to waste time standing here."

An Nuan unceremoniously interrupted Zhong Yuefeng's words, and her words even more indifferently cut off their identities from the two and drew a clear boundary.

Her face was calm, no one knew, but her heart was already in pain and she couldn't breathe.

Zhong Yuefeng wanted to say something, but was led away by Xiao Xiruo. As soon as the figures of the two disappeared at the door, An Nuan fell into a chair as if collapsed.

The face is terribly white.

Han Yize felt distressed and helpless, and complained in his heart—Second Master, why did you call me here?

She is so bitter, isn't it you who are by her side?

"Xiao Nuan, are you okay?"

An Nuan closed her eyes, opened them, her eyes were scarlet, she wanted to be strong and say it's okay, but in front of Han Yize, she couldn't control her truest emotions.

"Can I rely on you?"

She asked in a hoarse voice, lowering her head to prevent him from discovering her broken emotions.

After he sat down next to her, An Nuan leaned over, tears streaming down the embankment...

With the other hand, Han Yize took out the phone from his pocket, turned on the camera, faced the two people, pressed the confirmation button, found the number again, and sent it.

Postscript—Second Master, she is heartbroken and urgently needs your comfort.

(End of this chapter)