His Sunny Wife

hospital.

Liang Shaochen walked to the ward with an ugly face. Liao Ping followed him. The president and director of the hospital also rushed over.

"Liang Shao, don't worry. I've asked people to adjust the monitoring of the hospital. There will be results soon." President Cheng comforted carefully.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Liang, this boy is a bit playful. Maybe he will come back in a few days."

Liang Shaochen opened the door of the ward without expression.

The sheets were neatly folded, and Xia Jun's schoolbag was put aside. A nurse was preparing to walk outside the door. When he saw Liang Shaochen, he said: "Mr. Liang..."

Liang Shaochen's eyes fell on an envelope in the hands of the nurse.

"What is this?"

"This It was found under the pillow. " The nurse said, quickly handed the letter in hand, there is a photo.

Looking at the photo, Liang Shaochen was stunned.

But the next second, and then look at the hands of the letter, deep pupil, passing a complex and uneasy.

This light letter, as if a thousand gold weight, pressure in his chest, let him breathless.

Instinctively, he had a bad feeling.

Xiaojun is always sensible. If he doesn't really get to a serious point, he will never get into trouble.

With some complicated mood, Liang Shaochen opened the envelope.

"Dad Liang, when you see this letter, I may have left.

Please don't rush to find me, just let me go quietly.

I know you will be angry if I do this. However, let me be willful once!

Living with you is really the happiest thing in my life. And aunt Liang, how I wish I could meet her again and have dinner with the three of us.

But chemotherapy is really painful, and I know. I'm afraid I can't be cured. I'm really tired. I really don't want to continue.

Although I know, no matter what, you will not give up on me, and because of this, I feel extremely heavy and painful.

In fact, I'm really not afraid of death. When I was very young, I thought that I might not live long. I am an abandoned child, I think, in my lifetime, will no longer have the warmth of the family, can only be like a snowflake, in the winter of December, quiet to, and then quiet to leave.

However, you gave me too much happiness that I didn't even dare to think about.

Although you don't like to talk, you are willing to give me the best things in the world and let me live like a prince. For a long time, the students who studied the model envied me.

I once felt like I was dreaming, like I was in heaven. But sometimes, I'm afraid, this happiness comes too fast, I'm afraid that one day from the cloud to the bottom.

Until that time the nosebleed, I began to really panic.

I admit that I dare not tell you because I am afraid of losing everything. I am afraid that like other parents who adopt children, you will send a child back to the welfare home because he is ill or disobedient.

And then they're ostracized and ridiculed by others.

So, when I woke up from the hospital that day and saw you, I almost saw the door opened for me by the welfare home.

The iron gate as cold as the gate of hell.