RNP Chapter 214 True and False Gold (5)
Chapter 214 True and False Gold (5)
Chapter 214
She was woken up by the voices outside the room, the intentionally lowered voice of the conversation, and the respectful and flattering tone when facing Master Xuan Qi. She opened her eyes, looked out through the gap in the folded curtains, and looked in front of Master Xuan Qi. There were two figures, one was a slim and handsome figure, and the other was a figure in a suit who was shorter than Qi Ye.
Undoubtedly, it was probably Yuan's father, Yuan Zhentian and Yuan's mother. She didn't know what they were talking about. The deliberately low voice and the sound insulation of the room prevented her from hearing anything.
Wake up, cheer up, it's time to abuse the scum.
She will not let any of those excellent relatives who are about to trip her up, the so-called relatives who will step on Fang Jiamin's downfall in the future.
If you treat her well, you will naturally be kind to her, and you will be reciprocated by the spring. She will not be soft when she treats her well on the surface.
"Ding... Congratulations to the host for triggering the main mission 'Kill all the best, and give the villain a happy life'."
Su Shunqing: Heh, trusteeship system, the scope of your main task is wide enough. After one person's life, won't your conscience hurt?
At this time, people from outside the ward pushed the door in. Seeing that she had woken up, Yuan's mother froze for a moment, opened her mouth, and finally had nothing to say, her well-preserved face showed embarrassment, a little embarrassed. Embarrassed, he walked aside.
Yuan's father, Yuan Zhentian, has dealt with business all the year round, and he is very good at how to get acquainted with a stranger as soon as possible.
"Jiamin is awake?" Yuan Zhentian came to her hospital bed and asked about some physical matters in a friendly tone.
Su Shunqing nodded, and answered one by one obediently.
In the end, Yuan Zhentian sighed, seemed embarrassed, and had to speak again, his cloudy eyes filled with hot tears, he held her hand with tears in his eyes, and said: "Jiamin, Uncle has something to do." I want to tell you, actually... In fact, uncle is your biological father."
Seeing this, Yuan's mother kept dropping golden beans and wiping her tears with a handkerchief.
"Jiamin, Yao'er." Yuan's mother choked up emotionally, she kept blaming herself, and told the whole story of everything.
In fact, Fang’s father took Fang Jiamin to play at Yuan’s house when she was a child. At that time, the little girl looked enviously at Yuan Lai holding a doll, wearing a beautiful little skirt, and playing the piano, like a fairy tale. little princess.
And she, who has nothing, wakes up early and goes to bed late every day, and has to do all kinds of coolie work. Not only are her hands worn out, her palms are full of calluses, but she also has to bear constant beatings from her mother.
Su Shunqing was stunned for a moment, at first she didn't speak, Xuan Qi's eyes were sharp, and when she saw the little man put her hand into the quilt, he suspected that she was pinching her thigh, but saw her howl, her eyes turned red instantly, and tears kept falling.
"dad--"
"Hey, Yaoyaoer." Yuan Zhentian burst into tears, he wiped away the tears and showed a vicissitudes of life smile.
Su Shunqing smiled through tears, and called "Mom" again according to the gourd painting.
"Hey, my good daughter, my youngest son." Yuan's mother wiped her tears, stepped forward and hugged her, and the whole family hugged tightly.
Xuan Qiye glanced at the red cloud-covered sunset outside the window, and suddenly felt happy, as if... It's not difficult to be a good person.
After seven o'clock, an unexpected guest came to the ward.
It can't be said that it was an uninvited guest, but for Fang Jiamin, Fang's house was like a long nightmare, a place where he couldn't bear to look back and shed a lot of tears.
The people who came were Fang's father and Fang's mother, who did not show up until the fourth day after their nominal daughter was hospitalized.
An adoptive mother who cursed Fang Jiamin for not being hit and killed by a car, and a man who was scolded by his wife, lived in the shadow of his wife all day long, and fell into a bad habit of drinking.
Mother Fang was carrying a bag of oranges and approached to say hello with a smile on her face.
Yuan Zhentian and his wife arrived within an hour after they left, and they cleverly avoided bumping into each other.
Xuan Qiye was working with his laptop on in the corner, talking to her from time to time.
It was at this ingenious time that the Fang family couple came.
Xuan Qiye looked up, then continued to lower his head and concentrate on his work. In fact, Su Shunqing really wanted to ask, Uncle, are you not busy?
I stayed with her in the ward all day, even if her biological parents were not like this, and you didn't bump into someone, you don't have to do this, my conscience will be condemned—it's no wonder!
"Jia Min, how do you feel?" Father Fang asked.
She said softly: "It's much better. The doctor said that I can be discharged from the hospital in more than ten days." She showed a pale and weak smile that made people feel distressed.
Fang's father turned his eyes away in embarrassment, and said, "That's good, Dad and Mom, it's late."
"Jiamin, don't forget your mother when you go to Yuan's house to live a good life in the future." Fang's mother suddenly got into trouble, crying loudly, shaking her with her hand.
She suffered from pain, grunted, bit her lower lip, and turned her eyes to Xuan Qiye for help intentionally or unintentionally.
She can't deal with a shrew when she is injured. She is not afraid of troubles from her top-notch relatives, but she is afraid of relatives with high force.
"Mom, don't worry, I will never leave you or our house." She said suddenly.
Xuan Qiye, who was about to speak to stop the two of them from moving, silently shut his mouth, lowered his head, not intending to meddle in other people's business, he wanted to see how the little man would deal with this superb couple.
Fang's mother stopped crying, as if she didn't expect her to answer like this, wiped her nose and tears, and murmured again: "It's like this."
"Jiamin, no, you are the daughter of the Yuan family, we will be in trouble if you don't go back..." Mother Fang began to howl again.
Fang Jiamin didn't know that she was replaced by a premeditated civet cat for the prince. Since she returned to Yuan's house, she had a difficult time in Yuan's house. At this time, she began to miss the hard life in Fang's house. Sometimes, there is truth to her.
Fang Jiamin is like a wounded little animal, licking the wound alone, missing the days when he was cared for by others.
She started to help Fang's family, saved her pocket money, and bought some rice, flour, food and gifts for Fang's family. After she gave it away, she would send it to her when she was in despair. She didn't understand it from Xuan Qiye until she died. The beginning and the end of everything.
"Mom, stop shaking, I'm dizzy." All she could say was that she was at a loss for words and felt helpless.
"Then...then I'll go back." She added in a low voice.
Fang's mother cried again: "Don't forget mom, mom gets up early every day, guards the shop, and earns a little money, which is used for your schooling. Mom works so hard, is it not for you or for whom?"
"Isn't it for your son Fang Qi?" She criticized in her heart.
"Jiamin knows."
With her promise, Fang's mother stopped crying, like a cloud and rain resting, her crying was free.
"Okay, I've been bothering you for so long, and Jiamin is tired, so go back early." Xuan Qiye said.
"Who are you?" At this moment, Mother Fang seemed to have noticed Master Xuan Qi.
The poor Guangfeng Jiyue Xuan Qiyue was used as the background board for more than 20 minutes...
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