Chapter 29 Mom is sick

She seemed to see herself in agony on the delivery bed.

Even so, when the baby was just born, a smile of relief appeared on her face as pale as paper.

That was her baby, the baby she gave birth to after being pregnant for ten months and going through hell.

But things went counterproductive, and her baby ended up...

Sang He's thoughts returned, and the pain in her chest made her consciousness gradually become confused.

Seeing this, Mianmian took out the medicine from Sang He's bag and took another glass of water, "Mom, drink the medicine."

Sang He was silent for a moment before taking the medicine.

Seeing that Sang He had taken the medicine, Mianmian ran to the bedroom with her calves again, and when she came out again she had a blanket in her arms.

"Mom, take a nap, you'll be fine after a nap." Mianmian walked to Sang He's side very obediently.

After saying that, Mianmian turned to look at Sang He again, her mouth seemed to be covered with honey, "But she's not as beautiful as my mother."

Mianmian suddenly panicked.

Zhang Yang still wanted to explain, but Mianmian wiped away her tears and said to Zhang Yang firmly: "Uncle, my mother is the best mother. I don't want to leave my mother."

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Mianmian opened the cake box like a treasure: "This cake is so beautiful."

Zhang Yang looked at Mianmian worriedly, fearing that Sang He's words would hurt Mianmian too much.

"Mianmian went to buy a cake for mom. Mom won't be sad after eating something sweet," Mianmian coaxed Sang He in a flattering manner, "Mianmian will never leave mom."

Sang He's thoughts were so busy that he didn't notice Mian Mian's movements at all.

Mianmian held her slippers on her toes and stared at the white reflective floor, "I'm sorry..."

"Stop crying, uncle brought you delicious food, let's go and have a look?" Zhang Yang patiently coaxed Mianmian.

Sang He leaned against the door, his tone as cold as ever: "Since you like her so much, take her away."

It melts in your mouth, and the sweet taste fills your entire mouth, making your eyes light up.

Why are you crying?

"Baby, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Yang knelt down and looked level with Mianmian, his tone was very soft.

Sang He held the bottle of sleeping pills tightly in his white hands, closed his eyes, and tried his best to control his emotions that were about to get out of control.

Mianmian finally smiled happily: "Thank you, uncle."

Then he took the bowl from where it was placed, but his hands slipped and the bowl fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

"Mianmian, Sanghe..."

Sang He put the sleeping pills on the bedside table and opened the door.

"Grandma Sang, let me tell you..." Zhang Yang, who was standing outside the door, seemed to have been opened up to talk. Halfway through, he suddenly saw Mian Mian standing in the kitchen with a look of grievance, and suddenly changed the subject, "This

What's wrong with the little poor thing?"

Mian Mian's eyes suddenly turned red, and her lips drooped downwards.

"Can you please stop causing trouble for me?"

But why does her heart still hurt so much...

Mianmian blinked her eyes and asked carefully: "Mom, please don't drive me away, okay?"

"Well, I won't drive you away." Sang He was silent, and his tone became softer unconsciously.

The door was slammed shut by Zhang Yang, and the huge house became peaceful again.

People who are sick on TV have to eat, so she can also make something for her mother to eat.

Xiaotuanzi was not tall enough, so he moved a chair, stood on the chair, and took out two eggs from the refrigerator.

Mianmian was extremely nervous.

With that said, Zhang Yang quickly cleaned up the debris with his hands and feet.

After seeing the scene in the kitchen clearly, Sang Heyunli's face suddenly turned cold, "What are you doing?"

This made Zhang Yang feel heartbroken and made Sang He even more angry.

The mother and daughter settled their differences and walked back to the living room together.

She messed up again.

At the door, Xiaotuanzi hugged the cake box and smiled sweetly at her.

Zhang Yang's nose felt sore, and he paused before saying, "Okay, then uncle will take you to buy a cake and go back to make mom happy."

Sang He quickly looked away and said in a very cold tone: "Yeah."

She raised her head and scrunched her face, "Mom, don't drive Mianmian away. Mianmian will be obedient and will never make mom angry again."

"I..." Mianmian clenched the corners of her clothes nervously, making a sound as quiet as a mosquito, "I want to make something for my mother to eat..."

Seeing this, Zhang Yang tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

It was at this time that she realized how failed her previous approach was.

Sang He's hand paused for a moment, his expression a little startled.

Sang He was lying on the sofa, but just staring at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sang He's heart suddenly trembled.

Zhang Yang said as he hurried inside.

How could Mianmian, who knew nothing, bear the injuries she suffered?

Thinking of this, Sang He looked at Mianmian with a more apologetic look.

She can't forget her baby and is indeed not qualified to be Mianmian's mother.

In the car.

Sang He looked irritated, and his tone of voice was unconsciously fierce, "I don't need you to make things for me."

Mianmian chose a beautiful cake and held it carefully along the way, fearing that the cake would be bumped.

She had already had enough of this torture day and night.

Mom must hate her very much.

After that, regardless of Sang He's expression, Zhang Yang directly pulled Mianmian away.

"Come in." Sang He thoughtfully placed the shoes at Mianmian's feet.

With this thought in mind, Mianmian ran to the kitchen and closed the door.

Sang He frowned, but went to open the door.

Mianmian stood nearby, her little face wrinkled, wanting to do something for her mother.

Walking into the bedroom and sitting by the bed, Sang He's pale expression showed pain.

Mianmian gently tugged at Zhang Yang's clothes, her porcelain doll-like face still stained with tears.

Sang He smiled faintly.

Such a cute little dumpling makes people’s hearts melt when they see it.

"I will be more sensible and obedient in the future and will not make my mother angry. Can you please not take me away?"

Sang He smiled bitterly, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and found a bottle of sleeping pills from the inside.

She wanted to be with her baby as soon as possible.

"You are living in the past and you will never get out!" Zhang Yang was filled with anger, and more than anything he hated Sang He. "You are not worthy of being Mianmian's mother!"

Hearing the noise, Sang He frowned and walked to the kitchen impatiently.

Then he saw the broken bowl at Xiaotuanzi's feet and almost jumped up. He shouted in panic: "Mianmian, don't move. If you get stuck, you will bleed."

At this moment, the doorbell was rang.

Sang He stared at the glutinous rice dumplings, feeling even more complicated in his heart.

The cake was cut open by Sanghe, Mianmian took a fork and tasted a little bit.

Sang He opened the cap of the sleeping pill bottle and was about to pour the pills out when the doorbell rang suddenly.

Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly widened, and anxious tears fell down his face.

Sang He looked a little unnatural: "Didn't you leave with Zhang Yang?"

Xiaotuanzi begged cautiously.

It's really sweet.

"Mom, can Mianmian sing a song for you?" Mianmian tilted her head.

Sang He nodded slightly.

Mianmian put the cake down, and the childish voice sounded the next second.
Chapter completed!