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Chapter 129 Different Kinds of Family Affection

"Were you sad at that time? You should be very sad. Maybe that person was very good to you, but he suddenly wanted to leave your life. How could you allow it?" Jiang Shu had no other meaning and was immersed in his sad emotions.

"Sad?" Fu Shiyan chewed the word between his lips and teeth, thinking of the long rainy season.

The woman who had always been intellectual and elegant hit him like crazy that day. She slapped him with no mercy and said, "If I could, I really wish I hadn't given birth to you. You've ruined my whole life, you know that?"

The servant rushed forward and pulled her away, shouting to Ayan to leave quickly.

Seven-year-old Fu Shiyan froze there, with the smell of blood in his mouth. He looked at her blankly, "...Mom, but I love you very much."

I'm still young and don't know how to express my feelings. I only know to say, I love you, but I love you very much.

When the woman heard these words, she was stimulated even more crazy. She picked up the cup on the table and slammed it on the corner of his eyebrow, "Who wants you to love me! Why don't you die!"

Blood flowed profusely for a while, and the boy stood there without shouting a word of pain. The whole villa was in chaos.

Fu Shiyan retracted his thoughts and touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, "I'm too young to remember clearly."

All I know is that he has never expressed his emotions since then.

Jiang Shu didn't know what he was thinking, but he got a specious answer.

Zi Guzi said: "My father is like this to me. The whole world has abandoned me, but he has not. The family has no money. He has frostbite on his hands and is not willing to buy a pair of gloves, but he is willing to buy them for me after school.

Ice cream, one stick a day, not even Jiangzhou."

"When I grew up, other girls had it, and I must have it too. He was still so young, but because I had to work two more jobs, he became ill."

Fu Shiyan listened without saying anything, wondering what he was thinking.

Her voice was choked, and she dropped a sentence, "I'm going to get the computer from the car."

After she left, the ward was deserted, with only dust floating in the air, making Father Jiang's face unreal. Fu Shiyan slowly let out a breath.

He sat closer and waited for a long time before speaking: "Hello, I am Jiang Shu's husband."

Seemingly feeling something was wrong, he added: "Maybe it's just temporary."

No one responded.

Jiang's father lay motionless on the hospital bed. Only the sound of infusion reminded him that he was still alive.

Fu Shiyan rarely said sensational words, which he didn't like. Although he was cold and hard at the moment, he always spoke softly, "She has had a hard time in the past few years. Don't worry, I will do my best to take care of her from now on, but her only wish is you."

, if you don’t want to drag her down, please wake up as soon as possible.”

After he finished speaking, Jiang's father still didn't move, Fu Shiyan didn't force him, and Jiang Shu didn't let him wake up for three years, so what did he say?

When Jiang Shu went downstairs to get her computer, she found that there were several more bodyguards standing guard downstairs, and people were also guarding Fu Shiyan's car. She frowned: "You..."

Xiao Liu quickly replied: "It was arranged by Mr. Fu."

Also, with his status, if he is photographed in the hospital, he will inevitably make a big fuss.

Jiang Shu took the computer and returned to the ward. He saw Fu Shiyan still sitting there. He looked up at a sycamore tree outside the window with a strange and unpredictable expression. He didn't know what he was thinking.

His identity shouldn't appear here, but he still stayed here, making it difficult for people to resist.

Jiang Shu calmed down his emotions, turned on the computer and placed it on the table in front of the sofa.

Fu Shiyan heard the noise and asked her, "Are you going to work?"

Jiang Shu didn't look up and concentrated on modifying the model, "The meeting date is coming soon. If I can't hand over the design drawings, I don't need Song Ke to force me, I will take the blame and resign."


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