Li Yingxue rushed out of the house and saw them, because she was holding her breath in her heart, she didn't say much, and ran towards the door.

"You go into the house to accompany my father, and I'll chase your sister-in-law."

Wang Haifeng didn't worry about her, so he chased her out.

When the two of them came to the nursery, they found that the mother was not there at all, but Xiaohua was sent, and the aunt said that she had left a long time ago.

"By the way, when she left, she said that if someone came to her, let us convey that she went to a relative's house, don't worry."

The aunt conveyed Du Qiujuan's words to Li Yingxue and Wang Haifeng, and she also remembered at this time, Du Qiujuan's expression today was a little wrong, hugging Xiaohua and kissing her, as if she wanted to say goodbye forever.

"How long have you been walking?"

Li Yingxue really didn't expect her mother to learn from her father-in-law, and to leave and fulfill others, they are all fools, they are all pedantic people, they think they are great, but in fact, they leave their guilt to others.

"It's been almost an hour."

When the aunt saw Li Yingxue's anxious appearance, she also became nervous, could something have happened?

"Which way are you going?"

Wang Haifeng asked in a deep voice, and a trace of anxiety appeared in his calm eyes.

"Over there."

The aunt pointed to the left and replied apprehensively.

"Xue'er, you go home first, I'll go find it."

Wang Haifeng was worried that his daughter-in-law would follow, and told her to go back, and he ran to the left with a step.

Where does Li Yingxue have the heart to go home at this time?

"What's wrong?"

The aunt asked Li Yingxue nervously, and there was still some curiosity in her eyes.

"It's okay, my mother and I are angry."

Li Yingxue smiled, and it was inconvenient to say anything else, so she looked to the left.

I thought about all the places my mother could go to, and found that my brain was blank when I was in a hurry, and I couldn't think of anything.

Let's talk about provincial hospitals

Jiang Ling was wearing a white suit and skirt, with hot waves draped over her shoulders, obviously to take care of her husband, but she painted her eyebrows and painted phoenixes, and dressed herself up brilliantly.

Ma Shanhe looked at her quietly, and for this woman who had lived together for decades, he had a feeling that he only knew who she was at this moment

"Old Ma, when I needed you the most, you left me and Yulian to go to the front line by yourself, and now I don't need you anymore, you are injured again, and I still have to serve you?"

Jiang Ling stood in front of Ma Shanhe's hospital bed and looked at him condescendingly.

Once her husband was as tall as a mountain in her eyes, and she wanted to look up to him, and he loved her enough at that time.

Now he is just lying on the bed, no longer has any Huwei crippled, thinking that she will live with a paralyzed man for the rest of her life, her heart escalates impatience, and she looks at Ma Shanhe with boredom.

"Jiang Ling, say what you want to say at once!"

Ma Shanhe was calm on the outside, and his voice couldn't hear joy or anger, but his heart seemed to be fried on a frying pan.

The deep eyes looked fixedly at this woman who had been in the same bed for many years, and her eyes were all love and worship for him before, but now they are all gone, replaced by disgust, impatience, and calculation.

Husband and wife are originally birds of the same forest, and when the disaster comes, they fly separately, which is not false at all.

From the moment he knew he was going to be paralyzed, he had this mental preparation.

It's just that when he really faces it, he is still sad.

"Lao Ma, I don't want to hide it from you, since you arbitrarily ordered a rural girl for your son, and you didn't help me when I needed you the most, I hated you from that time, since you abandoned me at that time, then don't blame me for abandoning you today."

Jiang Ling raised her head coldly and arrogantly, there are some things that must be abandoned, Sai Weng knows whether he is blessed or not, Ma Shanhe, I will still live well without you.