The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 327 Lies (two more)

   "Mom, this is my sister, do you look like it?"

In the double ward of the Department of Hematology, Deng Yang showed his paintings to Zhao Xiaohui. The pale face finally became bloody, and the eyebrows were more beautiful.

  "Mom?" Seeing her in a daze, Deng Yang shook his five fingers in front of her.

  Zhao Xiaohui immediately returned to her senses, "Ah? Yang Yang, what did you say?"

  Deng Yang frowned: "Mom, do you have anything on your mind? He looks very unhappy."

   "How come, Yang Yang, your operation was successful, and it's too late for my mother to be happy."

  Although Zhao Xiaohui is smiling, there is always a layer of worry between her brows.

  Deng Yang held Zhao Xiaohui's hand: "Mom, when can I be discharged from the hospital?"

  "Wait, let's listen to the doctor. The doctor will not let us discharge now. There must be a reason."

  In fact, doctors are afraid of rejection. After all, Deng Yang’s operation was theoretically successful, but the risk still exists if it drags on for too long.

  Zhao Xiaohui's heart was like a big rock hanging, not knowing when it fell.

  "Mom, look, this is my sister, does it look like?"

  Zhao Xiaohui's eyes fell on the painting, and she was taken aback, "You... did you paint this?"

  Deng Yang grinned: "Yes, mom, is it very similar?"

  Zhao Xiaohui's eyes are mixed.

  Deng Yang painted an angel surrounded by holy light. The more she looked at it, the more she felt...like a mirror.

  Mingming Deng Yang has never seen Mingjing.

   Is this destined in the future?

   "Mom, when can I see my sister, I really miss her." Deng Yang looked at the person in the painting, and gathered together happily.

  In his imagination, his sister is the kindest and most beautiful woman in the world.

  Zhao Xiaohui sighed, "When Yangyang is discharged from the hospital, I can see my sister."

  At this time, someone knocked on the door of the ward, Zhao Xiaohui looked up, saw the person coming, and subconsciously covered Deng Yang's eyes.

  Deng Yang peeped through his fingers and asked quietly: "Mom, who is she?"

  The girl is dressed in exquisite fashion, and her jeweled appearance is incompatible with this lifeless ward.

  She walked to Deng Yang, smiled and bent over: "So you are Yang Yang, I am your sister, Zhu Xiangxiang."

   As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Deng Yang's head.

  Deng Yang suddenly slapped her hand away, frowning and said: "A lie, you are not my sister."

   Zhu Xiangxiang's face became stiff, and he looked at Zhao Xiaohui: "That's how you taught him?"

  Zhao Xiaohui pursed her lips and said, "Yang Yang, my sister is called."

  Deng Yang closed his mouth tightly, just not barking.

   Zhu Xiangxiang sneered. She didn’t come to show her sister and brother’s affection. She put nutrition on the bedside table, “My sister bought it for you specially, so I can make up for it.”

   He rolled his eyes and fell on the painting in Deng Yang's hand.

  When he saw the person in the painting clearly, Zhu Xiangxiang’s pupils suddenly shrank, grabbing the quality of the painting and asking, "Is this your painting?"

  The sharpness in her eyes frightened Deng Yang, and Deng Yang quickly grabbed the painting: "This is my painting. The person on the painting is my sister. It's not a bad woman like you."

  Bad women?

  Zhu Xiangxiang smiled, "You figure it out, I am your sister."

  Deng Yang bit his lip: "You are not, you are not."

"you……."

  Zhao Xiaohui hurriedly pulled her out, turned her head and said to Deng Yang: "Yang Yang, you stay obediently, I will talk to your sister for a while."

  Closed the door of the ward, Zhu Xiangxiang threw her hand away, and asked, "What's the matter with Yangyang? Has she seen Mingjing?"

  Obviously she is Deng Yang’s relatives, this stinky kid who is eating inside and out.

Zhao Xiaohui sullenly said: "You still have the face to say that when I knelt down and begged you to save your brother, how did you refuse me? If it wasn't for Miss Mingjing's mercy, she found Yang Yang bone marrow, Yang Yang's grave grass. It’s all three feet tall, this is retribution."

Zhu Xiangxiang choked, "Then I...wasn't I scared at the beginning? I hate him when I think of Deng Kun's blood flowing in his bones. Later, I figured it out. When I wanted to save Yangyang, Ming Jing had already taken the lead. ."

"Come on first? Are you bullying me without learning? Is this idiom used like this? You fight with Ming Jing for everything, you fight with Ming Jing, even saving your brother's life has become a battle between you and her, do you have a conscience? ?"

  Zhao Xiaohui is really chilling.

   "You still have a face to say about me? Ask yourself, didn't you find me to treat your son?"

  Zhao Xiaohui's face turned pale, and she was speechless when she was refuted.

"Don't think I don't know. You threw me at the gate of the nun's nunnery on purpose. It wasn't your grandma who secretly gave me away without telling you. Do you really treat me as a fool? Ah, I forgot, I was abandoned at that time. , It's that poor real daughter."

  Zhao Xiaohui's face turned blue and white, was poked in the painful spot, and she pressed her lips tightly without saying a word.

"Why don't you speak anymore? I was right. You have never regarded me as your biological daughter. You used to be a burden to be thrown away by you. Now it is the life-saving straw for your precious son. You have had a trace of affection for me. ?"

  Zhao Xiaohui interrupted her: "You came to me today, I'm afraid it wasn't to blame me, right?"

  This daughter knows that she can’t afford to be unprofitable, and she has nothing to hide after she tears her skin.

   Zhu Xiangxiang touched her hair, turned her head to look around, and said in a low voice, "There is a butterfly birthmark on the back of a real daughter, isn't it?"

  Zhao Xiaohui looked at her in shock: "What do you ask this for?"

Zhu Xiangxiang sighed, and put Zhao Xiaohui’s messy hair that fell to her temples behind her ears. “There are so many white hairs at a young age. My daughter really feels distressed when she sees it. She didn’t have the filial piety by your side before. It belongs to her. No, I will honor you well in the future."

  Zhao Xiaohui looked at her in horror, and suddenly became like this, Zhao Xiaohui only felt fear in her heart.

"Mom, as long as you help me this time, in the second half of your life, you and Yangyang will be all in my body. You don't need to do hard work. Yangyang can get the best convalescence environment. You know him. If you are sick, you have to take medicine for life and take good care of him. Do you think you can afford him under your current conditions?"

  "You...what do you want me to do?" Zhao Xiaohui asked tremblingly.

   Zhu Xiangxiang attached to her ear and said a few words softly.

  Zhao Xiaohui’s pupils suddenly tightened, "No...no, she is the lifesaver of our mother and son, and I cannot avenge my gratitude."

   "You figure it out, I am your biological daughter. You don't help me, you help an outsider, telling you the past? This is what you owe me, unless you want to watch me die."

  Zhao Xiaohui looked at the face in front of him in horror: "You are lucky enough, are you still not satisfied?"

"Everyone in the world scolds me for occupying the magpie's nest, but everyone does not know that she is the culprit for the dove occupying the magpie's nest. I have been swearing for her for so long, and I must be out of this bad breath." Zhu Xiangxiang's eyes shot sharply. Cold light.

  Zhao Xiaohui's mind can't turn around a little: "You...are you telling the truth? You're not framing her, are you?"

  "If there is no evidence, I will not come to you rashly. Whether you help me or not, this time, I will definitely break her down. As for you, it's just icing on the cake. I can still do it without you."

  Zhao Xiaohui hesitated for a while: "You let me go back and think about it."

"You remember clearly, I am your biological daughter, the biological daughter who was abandoned by your own hands at the time. I wish the family's goodness to me will not offset your debt to me. Think clearly about calling me. You only have one week. ."

  I wish Xiangxiang a word and leave.

  Zhao Xiaohui stood alone for a long time. At the door of the ward, the nurse and the patient’s family came and went. After a long time, she sighed and dragged a heavy foot into the ward.

   "Mom, is that bad woman gone?"

   "She is your sister."

   "She is not my sister. My sister is the most beautiful and kind-hearted fairy in the world." Deng Yang waved the painting in his hand.

  Zhao Xiaohui looked at the person in the painting, and then at Deng Yang's clear eyes.

   "Yang Yang, what if someone who seems very kind does something to deceive everyone?"

  Deng Yang said without thinking: "That must be a white lie, maybe she has some difficulties."

  Zhao Xiaohui murmured: "A white lie?"

  (End of this chapter)