The domineering all-around female president

Chapter 150
"Grandma, when will Mom be back?"

As soon as Zhuo Ran entered the yard, he heard a tender and soft voice, and his heart was shocked

It's Yier
When she left, he had just learned to speak, but now he could speak so well.

I can't be considered a qualified mother. Not only have I never been by my child's side properly, but even at the moment of life and death, I always forget that I am actually a mother, and there is a child who is looking forward to her return.

The woman's tears flowed down uncontrollably.There was a door so close that she didn't even dare to go in.

"Mom is busy with something. She will be back when she's done." A gentle and elegant voice sounded softly, filled with infinite love.

It should be Ah Zhan's mother.

The child's voice suddenly became much lower, as if a little sad.

"Does she not want Yi'er anymore?"

Zhuo Ran felt as if her heart was tightly grasped, a kind of unspeakable guilt made her feel distressed to death.

"Our Yi'er is so cute, why would mom not want you, she's just too busy, in fact, mother misses Yi'er very much every day."

"What about Dad?"

The child asked again, seemingly a little confused, he still had some memories of his mother's appearance, because grandma would always show him pictures of her.

But dad?
When he asked this question, grandma would be silent for a long time, and then she said in a low voice:

"Daddy loves you too"

"It's just that he can't stay by Yi'er's side."

At this time, even Ling Ying herself doesn't know who she is talking about.

This child's surname is extremely
His father was that man named Ji Mo Ting, but he
However, everyone knew that he was, in fact, Zhan'er's son.

During this period of time, she more or less heard from people on the mountain. At that time, Aran was pregnant with a child and was in danger again. It was that man who saved her. That's why she married him and promised the child , surnamed Ji.

In order to keep Yi'er safe, Aran has done everything she can, so she, a grandma, can't force her any more.

However, she was unable to open her mouth to tell the child that his father, the man named Ji Moting, had passed away.

For such a young Yi'er, it was too cruel.

She can't tell him that his father, Ling Zhan, is still in a deep sleep.

"Okay, grandma, I won't ask dad anymore." The little child curled his lips like an adult and said in a low voice.

He looked so much like Ling Zhan when he was a child, Ling Ying couldn't help but felt a pain in his heart.

At that time, he always asked like this
Where is Dad?
keep asking
However, at that time, I was also unable to answer.

"Aran?"

Li Fangge came back from the outside and was surprised to see her standing at the door.

Their yard was a little further away from the front, so he didn't know the news of Zhuo Ran's return.

"Aran, are you back?"

Hearing the voice, Ling Ying quickly walked out of the house, seeing her happy and excited.

Although she married someone else, because of this child, and because of her deep affection for Zhan'er, in her heart, she has already regarded her as her daughter-in-law.

"I heard you were injured, are you feeling better?"

Some time ago, Doctor Ye left in a hurry, saying that Zhuo Ran was seriously injured, and she was always worried.

Looking at her now, although her complexion is still a little bad, she is safe and sound, so I can rest assured.

"much better."

Zhuo Ran smiled quietly.

"Thank you, Auntie, for always taking care of Yi'er for me." For more than a year, I had been staying in country J because of my injury. less than a year.

Her eyes fell on the child's face, she was excited and even more guilty.

He looked more and more like that person, and at the moment he was looking at himself with a stern face, as if he was slightly puzzled.

"Yi Er—"

The woman lowered her body and called softly.

The child stepped back slightly
"Yi'er, I am mother."

She couldn't help but moved forward excitedly, looking at him expectantly.

"Mother?"

The mother in the photo has always had long hair and is very beautiful, but the mother in front of him has short hair. However, there seems to be some impression in his memory, but it is too vague, and he can't remember it.

The confusion in the child's eyes deepened, he frowned slightly, and looked up at Ling Ying who was beside him.

"Yi'er, she is your mother, the mother you think about every day." The old man smiled kindly, lowered his body, and sent him slightly forward.

Zhuo Ran watched excitedly and waited quietly.

Look forward to……

suddenly
The child curled his mouth and cried out loudly.

Zhuo Ran was stunned
Li Fangge was stunned

Ling Ying was also stunned

This child has never cried since he was born, never admits birth, and smiles at everyone, why did he cry when he saw Zhuo Ran today.

When he cried, he wept ghosts and gods shockingly, and seemed extremely wronged, but it made Zhuo Ran feel bad, so he hurriedly took a step forward and hugged him into his arms.

"I'm sorry Yi'er, I'm sorry, it's my mother's fault."

She hugged him, and she cried too. Seeing him, she instantly touched the softness of her motherhood. Watching him cry, her heart was about to break.

Thinking of Ling Zhan, who was still unconscious, and his debt to this child, he cried even harder.

Li Fangge and Ling Ying watched from the side, not knowing whether to coax the child or persuade the adults.

Extremely surprised

At some point, she stopped crying, raised her little hand, and wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit.

"Mom doesn't cry, mother has Yier." He stretched out his little hand and hugged Zhuoran's neck tightly.

This child has a gentle and kind heart, just like Ah Zhan.

Zhuo Ran sobbed and laughed
Standing up holding him, because she couldn't use her left hand, she only hugged him tightly with her right hand, but she couldn't bear to let go.

"Aran, come in and sit down." Ling Ying looked at her, her eyes were filled with tenderness, and at the same time, there was a touch of sadness.

If Zhan'er could wake up, they would stand together, what a happy family it would be...

Wooden edge frame, paper-pasted window, a table, a chair and a pot of tea
The man is standing indoors, looking at a picture scroll on the wall

for a long time
A portrait of a woman, with long white dress, flowing hair, bright eyes and white teeth, slightly raised red lips, with indescribable agility and refined tranquility.

"Ji, you've been watching it for so long, don't you see it enough?" The young man sat alone by the window, with a light robe and a loose belt, and a high crown, coquettish and beautiful, as if he had walked out of the medieval times Mr. Pianpianjia.

This is the Valley of the Gods of Medicine, a peach garden outside the bustling city, secluded like a fairy, and the people in the valley only know the Wei and Jin Dynasties, but not the present.

Therefore, the ancient attire has been maintained here, and the valley is closed.

Only the owner of Medical Valley can travel in the world...

"It's really fate. This portrait is from the painting of our God of Medicine Valley. Let me guess, the painter's style should be my little uncle's handwriting." The person who made this portrait could not come back, but the painting he drew returned to the Valley of Medicine with Ji Moting.

The man's robe and cloak are also dressed in ancient costumes, and he looks extraordinarily handsome, but his pale face is morbidly tired.

This painting was hung on the wall on the third floor of Zhuo Ran's house before. When he saw it for the first time, he felt a shock in his heart. That woman, flying freely, seemed to be in a dream, or in a distant time and space. She, just Accompany me, gold and iron horse, swing the world...

"Ji, I'm talking to you very seriously, can you also show that you take it seriously, after all, it's about your life and death."

Ye Pianhong's complexion was not very good, even a little dignified.

"You said the Nangong family wanted to kill Arthur?"

It really is courageous.

However, based on the relationship between Zhuoran and Nangong Qingyue, the Ji family will surely join the battle, and there may be a hurricane.

It's not that there is no chance of winning this battle, but it will be somewhat dangerous.

"Tell Jizhong for me, let him lead the ghost shadow department, and be ready to support at any time."

Ye Pianhong almost roared out
"You know that this is not what I'm talking about, and besides, they probably won't be able to fight this time, so you don't have to worry about it."

A few days ago, he reckoned that the sleeping orchids in the Youtan of the Poison King Valley should have grown, so he went there himself, but he didn't expect to catch up with the Nangong family's once-in-a-century crisis.

It's really embarrassing enough, the whole valley is in chaos, and everyone's face is full of the bleakness of the rest of their lives.

Even Nangong Qingyue was severely injured.

However, what's more serious is that almost all the sleeping orchids in the pool were burned by the fire, and only one plant was barely saved in the corner.

That is the only one left in the world, the only one.

But they want to use it to save Ling Zhan.

"That kid must be about to wake up."

The man didn't turn his head, still quietly looking at the portrait on the wall.

He and Ling Zhan, if only one person can live, then he will give him this opportunity.

After all, that kid is the one she loves.

"Nangong Xuechen, I hope Zhuo Ran can decide for himself."

Because Nangong Qingyue once made a promise to him, and because she happened to do them a big favor again.

Therefore, it is difficult for the Nangong family to make a choice.Especially when they learned that this medicine was used to save Mo Ting, it was even more difficult to decide.

After all, these two men are related to that woman.

So

He proposed, hoping that Zhuoran would make his own decision.

"Aran must not let this matter know."

The man in front of the portrait suddenly turned around and said anxiously, but before he finished speaking, he coughed violently.

This is a dilemma, he can even guess what she will do.

"Why? You have paid so much for her, shouldn't you let her know?" Ye Pianhong seemed to be in a bad mood, and he spoke with a tone of anger almost.

"I shouldn't have come back, I should have gone directly to Qingyue Mountain."

He wanted to see how the woman would choose.

"It's a good thing you didn't do that."

Ji Mo Ting sighed, slowly sat on the seat opposite him, poured himself a cup of herbal tea, and took a sip quietly.

"Otherwise, you will kill her."

With Zhuoran's temperament, facing such a choice, no matter which one you choose

She will be with the other, to die.

This kind of choice is not suitable for her, let's make it by myself.

"I am a dying person. I am alive only because of her. However, I can rest assured that I will have that kid by her side in the future."

Ji Mo Ting smiled lightly.

"After I die, remember to bury this portrait with me. It will be good to have it with me."

In this life, it is always too late to meet, too late to love.

Unfortunately, it can only be left in the next life...

The expression of the young man was extremely stinky, and he yelled
"Ji Mo Ting, don't even think about it. None of the people I, Ye Pianhong, want to save have died yet. You don't want to either."

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(End of this chapter)