Chapter 271: what do you want to talk to me about

    "I pay attention to your brother's situation, because he is my son, no matter what, I hope he lives well."

    Mother Xia came over and said, "What did the doctor say?"

     

    Mother Xia immediately said, "If he doesn't have the surgery, will he die?"

    "Ninety-five percent chance of not surviving." The doctor couldn't say it to death.

    "So, there is a high probability of death." Mother Xia nodded, secretly thinking, is it possible that you want to help Xia Yunshen prepare for the aftermath?

     

    Mother Xia was embarrassed for a while, and pulled Xia Qinghan aside, "Qinghan, honestly, do you have an opinion on your mother? You are very unhappy to see your mother."

    "You don't care about brother, it makes me feel cold." Xia Qinghan used the honorary title.

    Xia Mu's red lips pursed slightly, "I don't care about Yunshen, I'm helpless. For more than 20 years, I've tried everything I can, and I can't help anymore. I'm exhausted."

     

    "You can't understand your mother's painstaking efforts. Now that you are grown up, you are fighting against your mother. I love you so much." Mother Xia said in disappointment, "Well, I'll go see your brother. , If you have something to say tomorrow, we will talk alone when we eat."

    Xia Qinghan pondered.

    She didn't intend to go.

    However, Mum Xia came to the hospital...

    "Don't you want to talk to mother alone?" Xia's mother saw that she was hesitating, and she was a little scared.

    When did Qinghan reject even being alone with her?

    Seeing Mother Xia pushing away Xia Yunshen's ward, Xia Qinghan quickly followed, "Okay, then I'll have a good chat with you tomorrow."

    "This is a good boy." A satisfied arc flashed across Mother Xia's lips.

    Opening the door, she had a deep worry on her face, "Yun Shen, I heard that you woke up, how are you feeling? I knew you were like this all these years, and I left you at home, alas..."

    "Mom can't do anything either, if it wasn't for your dad making trouble with me, how could I not be home..."

    The woman's eye circles turned red, she shook her head, and shook off the tears that gathered in her eyes.

    She strode over and looked at Xia Yunshen lovingly.

    Xia Yun closed her eyes deeply and did not respond.

    Mother Xia: "???"

    Xia Qinghan sneered secretly, acting in vain.

    "Mom, brother fell asleep, I forgot to tell you outside."

    Mother Xia: "..."

    She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, and said with dissatisfaction, "Your brother just woke up and let him sleep again. What if he falls asleep and can't wake up?"

    "Brother is too tired, lacking energy and needs to rest." Xia Qinghan put his long fingers to his lips and said, "Brother is awake, mother, please be quiet, what did you say this time? , he will hear."

     

    Xia Qinghan smiled.

    "That's my brother, no one cares, sorry."

    "Poor and pitiful, whoever is not pitiful will not see you distressed mother." Xia's mother became more and more displeased.

     Now that she sees Xia Qinghan, she is inexplicably a little annoyed.

     

    Who made this child face her.

    "Mother, you can't say that, I see the spring breeze on your face, and you are in a good mood."

    Mother Xia's eye knife immediately shot over, "Okay, I didn't learn, I learned to satirize the elders? Qinghan, I'm really curious, what are you arguing with when I'm not at home? The four people playing together have so many bad breaths on their bodies!"

    Rebel!

    Revolt!

    Talk back!

    "Who the **** are you befriending?"

    "Di Jiaze." Xia Qinghan said without thinking: "Di Shao's mother has heard of it."

    Mother Xia's expression instantly became very funny.

    "Di Jiaze?"

    Who wouldn't know the name.

    "You make friends with Dijiaze!?"

     Incredible.

    Xia Qinghan admired the surprise on her face, nodded and said, "Yeah, I learned all the bad habits from him, when he was ten years old, he threw his father into the sea and almost fed the fish. , I am still obediently listening to my mother when I was ten years old, playing a life that is not my own, tsk...this contrast, this contrast."

    "Bullshit! Don't learn the good ones, learn all the bad ones!"

    "Don't make friends with men, do you think you can really make people brothers!?" She approached Xia Qinghan, and her words were close to her ears with a hint of warning, "I'm worried that people will discover their identity. , it's too late to despise you!"

    "Thank you mother for reminding me, who I make friends with has nothing to do with you." Xia Qinghan nodded.

     

    She chose to keep her mouth shut, just stared at Xia Yunshen for a while, saw that he was not waking up, and left angrily.

    Xia Qinghan pouted: "Why does my mother look more and more like a witch?"

    "Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't grow up with her."

    Otherwise, Mother Xia would take her, and she would become like this sooner or later.

    .

    The next day, Xia Qinghan was not in the hospital.

    Secretary Liu is there.

    Early in the morning, Mother Xia had made several phone calls, and she just told her to remember to eat at noon.

    Look at Mother Xia's impatient posture.

    Even if she is not curious, she is curious about what flowers she can talk to alone.

    "Okay, I understand." Xia Qinghan said again: "I will come, don't worry."

    Mother Xia just hung up.

    She has lived soberly for most of her life.

    Know who can offend and who can't.

    Mr. Song followed her whereabouts, found her and asked to see Xia Qinghan.

    How could she refuse?

    She will never offend big people.

    After thinking about it, a warm smile appeared on Mother Xia's lips, and she made another call.

    "Hello."

    She said in a respectful tone, "Mr. Zhou, I have followed your instructions for many years and have not contacted you, so I took the liberty to make this call today, wanting to ask if you want to see you again. family?"

    "I'm afraid he's dying."

    Zhulinxuan.

    Time is passing little by little, as if still.

    Across the barrier made of bamboo, a series of footsteps could be clearly heard.

    Following, I heard an unusually familiar voice, a little young, but also with a boyish surly.

    "Mother, what do you want to talk to me about?"