The money problem was suddenly solved, and Yang Qianyu was in a good mood, "I'm driving. Let's not talk about it for now. Remember to arrange for someone to contact Zhuo Dong's secretary and try to persuade them to participate in the investment. I'll be busy first. I'll pick it up when I'm free in the afternoon.
Let the children go to the hospital to see you."
Feng Moyan thought of the three little white-eyed wolves and said gloomily: "Just come, forget about those three..."
Yang Qianyu understood instantly and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Father and son don't have an overnight feud, and you still behave like a child?"
"Of course I won't! But..." Thinking of what happened yesterday, Feng Moyan felt sad again and said angrily, "As a mother, you should educate your daughter well and be more reserved. Look at her behavior.
With a worthless face, he will definitely be easily abducted by a stupid boy in the future!"
"Oh, my daughter? Not your daughter? She was brought up by you. Of course it's your responsibility for not educating her well."
"But now that you are back, she only listens to you, shouldn't you educate her?"
"Then you can't leave it all to me. Do you want to exhaust me to death with three children?"
"I didn't say I wouldn't participate! I just said you should take more care of your daughter. After all, it's easier for mothers to communicate."
"Then the old saying goes that the daughter is the little lover of the father in his previous life. You can't communicate with your little lover?"
"I can't even find a real wife now, so how can I have the energy to deal with my little lover."
"Hey, get out!"
The two of them went back and forth, blaming each other and dissing each other through their mobile phones. They chatted for more than half an hour, which made Yang Qianyu's mouth dry.
When he was approaching the prison, Yang Zijun called.
Yang Qianyu ended her phone call with Feng Moyan and answered the call.
"Hey, Xiaojun."
"Sister, are you here? We have completed the formalities and are ready to go."
"Here we go, we'll be there soon."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Qianyu speeded up the car.
Soon, the navigation prompt has arrived at the destination.
Turning to look out the car window, sure enough, I caught a glimpse of Yang Zijun supporting an old and slightly rickety figure standing at the door of the prison.
Yang Qianyu parked the car and walked towards them.
From the time Yang Guohua was imprisoned until now, she has never come to visit him, not even during the New Year.
Even though we haven't been away for long, Yang Guohua seems to have been aged for three to five years.
Not to mention his hair is gray, his face also has a lot of wrinkles, his skin is dark and sallow, he has become thinner, and even his back is bent and drooping.
Come to think of it, life in prison through labor is not easy.
Seeing Yang Qianyu, Yang Guohua didn't look good, and didn't even mean to say hello. He glanced coldly and looked away.
Yang Zijun looked embarrassed, smiled and said: "Sister, I called a car, you just follow us."
Yang Qianyu was surprised: "You won't take my car?"
Yang Zijun looked at her tall and powerful Lincoln President One, knowing that it was Feng Moyan's car and it was not cheap. She shook her head and said, "No need, the car I ordered is here too."
He turned his head a little, and Yang Qianyu looked over. There was a private car parked on the side of the road. It looked like it was an online car-hailing car.
"You didn't need me to pick you up, so why did you ask me to come to the prison? I could just go to the hospital directly." Yang Qianyu muttered.
Yang Zijun smiled and said, "I was originally worried that the procedure for medical parole would be too complicated and I couldn't understand it, so I thought it would be safer for you to come here, but I didn't expect that it would be easy to just sign."
"Okay, let's get in the car." Yang Qianyu didn't want to ask too much, and was completely uninterested. She left these words and turned back to the car.
Yang Zijun supported Yang Guohua, "Dad, let's get in the car too."
Yang Guohua followed his son towards the online car-hailing service and asked in an unfriendly tone: "Why are you so familiar with her?"
"She is my eldest sister. If I am not familiar with her, who will be familiar with her? You are all in prison, and this is the only relative I have left." Yang Zijun said matter-of-factly.
"Ha." Yang Guohua snorted feebly and sat in the car, "Who is your eldest sister..."
Yang Zijun was still outside the car and didn't hear the words clearly. He leaned forward and sat in before asking: "What did you just say?"
"It's nothing. I'm tired. Let's take a nap. You can order me some delicious food for lunch." After Yang Guohua explained this, he closed his eyes and looked like he was going to sleep.
Yang Zijun looked at his father's cold attitude and had no choice but to turn around and look behind the car. When he saw Yang Qianyu's car following him, he turned back with relief.
When they arrived at the hospital, Yang Zijun was responsible for taking care of Yang Guohua, while Yang Qianyu ran up and down to go through the hospitalization procedures.
It was almost noon when I finally finished my work and took people to the ward.
When Yang Guohua went in and took a look, he was immediately dissatisfied: "Why is it a three-person room? There are so many people coming in and out. How can I recuperate? How can I sleep?"
Yang Zijun said: "The general ward is a three-person room. You are lucky to have a bed just in time for someone to be discharged from the hospital. Otherwise, you would have to live in the corridor."
Yang Guohua couldn't accept it: "I want to live in a single room."
Yang Zijun emphasized his tone, "Dad! Things are different now. Do you think we are still the same Yang family as before? To tell you the truth, I have no money to treat you. My eldest sister sold all her cars to raise money to treat you."
Sick, stop being picky."
Yang Qianyu came over with a pile of documents. Seeing that the father and son were blocking the door of the ward and refused to go in, she asked curiously: "What's wrong? Do you have any questions?"
Yang Zijun smiled and said, "Nothing... just go in." Then he pulled Yang Guohua forcibly, "Dad, let's go."
Yang Guohua was reluctant, but had no choice but to be dragged into the three-person room by his son.
As soon as he lay down, he told his son: "Pull the curtain."
Yang Zijun immediately went to close the curtain in the middle of the hospital bed to separate the space from the patients next to him.
Yang Qianyu looked at it and understood.
Haha, it’s really funny. You’ve been in jail, and now you’re out on medical parole, and you’re still dreaming of enjoying it?
She couldn't help it anymore, so she walked over and complained: "The Yang family has been bankrupt a long time ago and is heavily in debt. Your son is still living in the company dormitory, sharing bunk beds with several young people. After all, you have a triple room, and the conditions are very good.
Already."
Yang Guohua lay half-lying, listening to her words, and looked at her coldly, "Isn't it because of you that the Yang family went bankrupt? You and your mother have the same virtues, and you never wish me well."
It was okay if he didn't say this, but as soon as he said it, Yang Qianyu became furious.
"My mother doesn't wish you well? She said it as if you were very kind to my mother! In my memory, you have never been kind to her. What you want is just my grandparents' property. Do you think I don't know?"
"Do you think you know everything?" Yang Guohua was lying leisurely. After hearing this, he turned his head slightly to look at her with a playful expression on his face. "There are so many things you don't know. You don't even know what your mother's virtues are."
You know, even yourself..."
The more Yang Guohua spoke, the more excited he became, but he suddenly stopped mid-sentence, pursed his lips tightly and became discouraged.
Yang Qianyu stared at him, "Tell me! What happened to my mother? She has been gone for so many years, and you still want to slander her. My mother is really blind. How could she..."
Compared with Zhuo Yueluan, and looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who is full of wretchedness, Yang Qianyu really feels sorry for his mother.