Is it true that she wouldn't follow her if she didn't follow her? Qin Haoran staggered outside the door for more than ten minutes, but the woman still didn't come out.

If he hadn't been afraid of taking the crime of abandoning him, he would never come in to find her again! If he didn't stay there, where would he go? Qin Haoran was angry while looking for someone in the huge ice rink.

Ling Yiren didn't go anywhere, just hid behind the ice sculpture and followed Qin Haoran carefully.

When he was angry and wanted to find her, Ling Yiren slowly walked out from behind him.

Qin Haoran was crazy at that time and speculated whether she had encountered some accident. But she kept following behind and watching him joke, but he really couldn't get angry.

He was really helpless to her. Qin Haoran looked at Ling Yiren's face sadly, "Did you be afraid to rely on my fearlessness to you because I dare not treat you!"

"I just want you to understand your true thoughts. You are angry with me, but you still come back to find me. If you are angry with Aunt Lan, you can go back to find her."

She knew that he longed for family affection. That day, Ling Yiren saw him take out the letter and stared blankly. He couldn't let it go deep in his heart. "In fact, it's good to take this step. There's nothing difficult. They don't have much time."

I don’t think her words are convincing, but Qin Haoran was still shaken. Death means separation. There is a relative in this world who has the same bloodline as him. If you have never met him, you will be separated from him, and it will be separation forever.

Seeing him shaken, Ling Yiren struck while the iron was hot and pulled his hand and walked out, "Qin Haoran, don't let yourself regret it. When no one really loves you, you won't even have time to cry."

It’s useless to cry when no one really wants you…

The second uncle's words once made him wake up at the most rebellious time, trying to accept the care of his parents, the care of those who love him, and take the world seriously.

Otherwise, there would be no Qin Haoran today.

Looking at each other at the door of the ward, Lanzhi didn't expect Ling Yiren to act so quickly, which made her at a loss.

Qin Haoran did not greet her, and walked directly to the hospital bed and stared at the pale boy who was asleep on the bed. Is this person who had the same blood as him?

The boy seemed to have a sense of emotion with him, suddenly opened his eyes and then smiled into a line, "Brother, you are here."

A weak call from Brother made Qin Haoran, who was over 1.8 meters tall, trembled. A strange name made him feel extremely friendly.

I don't know what language to reply to him, Qin Haoran stood there, but the boy closed his eyes peacefully.

Lanzhi, who was standing beside her, took it easy and put down the kettle, "He thought he was dreaming!"

Lanzhi in front of her was completely different from Lanzhi who was dressed in exquisite clothes that day. At this time, she was wearing a messy hair, and her eyes were terrible black under her deep eye sockets. She had no blood on her face, and her clothes were not as close as the word "lucky lady". She was no different from ordinary working women.

Lanzhi hugged the white bed sheets washed on the counter in her arms, "Wait a minute, I'll take the change sheets home first."

Feeling that she had something hidden from him, Qin Haoran said coldly: "Let's go back with you."

Understanding his personality, Lanzhi didn't say anything else and walked towards the door with the bed sheets in her arms.

When they stopped in this small house less than ten square meters, Qin Haoran and Ling Yiren were so shocked that they could stuff an egg.

Especially Qin Haoran, who has always been a well-dressed mother in his memory, actually lives in this dilapidated little house.

How long has she lived here? Was it already like this when she came to Canada?

Although the house was small, it was clean and clean, and the things were arranged neatly. The wooden beds on the upper and lower bunks were filled with various medicine bottles and medical equipment. Ling Yiren was slightly shocked.

At the head of the bed was a photo of the boy, Lanzhi and her later husband, and a photo of him when he was a child! This discovery made Qin Haoran very happy.

The three of them really didn't even have a place to stay. Lanzhi pointed to the only place to stay, the wooden bed with a bunk bed on the upper and lower bunks and said, "You sit down, I'll pour you tea."

"No need, let's go out to eat." Qin Haoran turned around and left the house after saying that. He didn't want his already sore eyes to scrutinize more emotions.

The three of them came to a nearby noodle shop. Lanzhi might be really hungry and finished a bowl of noodles in a few minutes.

Ling Yiren hurriedly pushed the noodles that had not been moved in front of her, "I'm not hungry, you can eat it."

Lanzhi didn't say anything, moved the bowl over and sucked in big mouthfuls.

Everything was fine. Qin Haoran suddenly went crazy and swept Lanzhi's noodle bowl to the ground, and the soup splashed all over her.

Ling Yiren quickly handed Lanzhi the tissue, helped her wipe the noodle soup on her body, and turned around and scolded him angrily, "Qin Haoran, what are you doing?"

The owner of the noodle restaurant didn't know what happened, so he ran over tremblingly and was scared back by Qin Haoran's words.

Qin Haoran's eyes were bloodthirsty red, and he looked at Lanzhi, but said to Ling Yiren: "Do you think she is pitiful?"

Anyone who sees it will feel like this? His current image is a rebellious person!

Qin Haoran showed a desperate smile and yelled coldly, "That's because you have never seen her indifference! You left a child who was suicidal and left without looking back! She was pitiful! Poor..."

Lanzhi's tears flowed down her face, "Ran'er..."

Qin Haoran interrupted her irritably, "Don't call my name! You are not qualified!"

"I'm sorry, wuwu..." Apart from this sentence, Lanzhi didn't know what to say.

She cried very sadly. Ling Yiren was not qualified to do anything between them, mother and son, so she could only put her shoulders over and let her cry comfortably while pillowing.

Qin Haoran bit his lips and held back tears. He held his hands into fists. He endured it very hard. Before he knew it, Ling Yiren's eyes also became wet. He patted the back of his hand comfortably, but he didn't want to be surrounded by his big palm.

He grabbed it very painfully, and his hands were trembling. Ling Yiren pulled his hand over and overlapped with Lanzhi's hand, and then pulled out his hand.

When Qin Haoran touched the thick calluses on Lanzhi's hand, he could no longer hold back. Tears were like a flood that broke through the dam, "Sorry! Mom, I'm sorry!"

Lanzhi shook her head and hugged him, and the two of them cried bitterly.

I dare not imagine that one day Qin Haoran would cry in the street, and she would cry out loudly with tears in her nose. Who is not a child in her mother's arms who likes to act coquettishly, and Qin Haoran is of course no exception.

Perhaps because he wanted to vent all the grievances over the years, Qin Haoran cried for a long time regardless of his image.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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