Ji Lanxi only felt his scalp numb.

She could hardly imagine such a picture, and she could hardly imagine it.

"President Huang."

At this time, a teacher came in with a girl with messy hair and said to Dean Huang, "this is the child just delivered today."

"How old are you?" President Huang fondly touched the little girl's face and asked, "what's the situation with her."

The teacher sighed, "I'm five years old this year. My father drowned after drinking wine. My grandparents disliked her as a girl and didn't want her. Her mother took her away, but her mother remarried now. The man didn't agree to take her there. Her mother left her at the door of the police station and said she couldn't want her."

"The crime of abandonment is punishable." Ji Lanxi stepped forward, looked at the girl with timid eyes, looked at the strange environment, and then hid behind the teacher.

"That's what the police station told her, but the woman said that if you want to sentence her, you'd better catch her. She'd rather go to jail than carry a mop bottle all her life." The teacher said this and shook his head. "Her mother just found out that she is pregnant for more than a month."

In other words, even if you want to be convicted of abandonment, you have to wait for the child's mother after lactation.

That was two years later.

The child's mother is determined not to have the child.

The child hid behind the teacher and suddenly cried. It was probably the teacher's words that made her feel sad.

She sobbed in a low voice, pulling the teacher's hand, "aunt, can you want me? I'm very good. I eat very little. I can do a lot of work. I can pick up garbage and sell money. You don't want me. I don't have a home. "

The child's words directly made Ji Lanxi red eyes.

"My mother doesn't want me, my grandparents don't want me, no one wants me, I have no home, no parents, I will be obedient, and I will make money." The girl suddenly knelt down, "aunt, I beg you."

All three adults shed tears.

"Good boy, we want you, we want you. In the future, you will grow up with other children in our yard." Dean Huang was distressed. He picked up the child kneeling on the ground and held it in his arms. "Your parents don't want you. We want you."

Not everyone is qualified to be a mother.

Ji Lanxi thought.

Just like her.

At the beginning, the child she killed ruthlessly was not so helpless and scared?

Ji Lanxi put his palm gently on his lower abdomen.

Sorry, boy.

"Aunt, I'm very good. I won't make you angry. I eat less and don't cost food." The girl wailed in Dean Huang's arms, "aunt, I want to have a home."

"Yes, there is a home. This will be your home in the future, and I will be your mother in the future." Director Huang gently patted the child on the back to comfort him.

The teacher stood there wiping tears and whispered to Ji Lanxi, "every time a child comes to the hospital, it's like this. It's ok if they are young, a few months old and not sensible. It's really distressing if they are older and sensible."

At this moment, Ji Lanxi was determined to go down this road because of the frightened eyes and helpless crying of the little girl.

She was also born in such a family, but she was luckier than others and grew up in Ji's family.

Jane Jiayue endured the pain she should have endured for her.

She is so lucky to grow up in a loving home.

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