Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

She had originally told herself not to cry, but after hearing his words, her tears still uncontrollably flowed out. She nodded and said with a choked voice, "Yes, I used to believe that you guys really didn't have anything, but today, I don't believe you at all …"    

"Zhan Yao …" Soong Mingzhe looked at her heartbroken heart and felt extremely distressed. His voice was filled with pain.    

Lu Zhan Yao closed her eyes and tears flowed down her face. "You are willing to die for her and still say that you don't have anything with her in front of me. Are you trying to deceive yourself or deceive yourself?"    

Her heart sank as she asked this question. She wanted him to give her an answer and also give her an answer.    

"Zhan Yao, Shi Miao is my family. If it were my mother, I would do the same," Soong Mingzhe explained to her.    

He really thought that way.    

"Then what if it were me?" Lu Zhan Yao didn't know why, but she suddenly blurted out this question.    

After saying it, she regretted it, as if she was fighting for love with Shi Miao.    

It made her dignity drop once again.    

However, the words that came out of his mouth could not be taken back. "Of course, if it were you, I would do the same," Soong Mingzhe said.    

Lu Zhan Yao didn't feel happy about the expected answer. Instead, she felt even more sorrowful.    

The difference between what he said and what he did was like the difference between heaven and earth.    

Soong Mingzhe said that he would die for her, but he did not hesitate to block bullets for Shi Miao.    

One was what he said out of reason, and the other was an instinctive reaction without any reason.    

What was the difference between them?    

Lu Zhan Yao struggled out of his hands and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. She wiped the tears off her face and calmly said to Soong Mingzhe, "Let's stop here."    

After saying that, she turned around and left.    

Soong Mingzhe did not continue to chase after her. He looked at her back and felt extremely uncomfortable.    

It was as if he had lost all his strength. His entire body felt weak and uncomfortable.    

Originally, he was already upset and sad because of Jiu's death.    

Now that Lu Zhan Yao had left him, the double blow made him weak. He took two steps back and sat on the edge of the flowerbed. He lowered his head and tears crazily fell down.    

...    

In the afternoon, Cheng Jiuyuan boiled the formula that Shi Xiaomei gave him into a herbal soup. He carefully packed the soup in a bottle and brought it to the hospital.    

Of course, he did not dare to give it to Shi Miao rashly. Instead, he went to Shi Xiaomei's ward to look for her.    

When he entered the ward, he found that the atmosphere in the ward was not right. It was even gloomier than usual.    

Ye Yitong sat on the edge of the bed with a frown on her face. Shi Xiaomei was leaning against the head of the bed. She did not look angry, but she was very downcast.    

Cheng Jiuyuan walked over quietly and asked in a low voice, "Xiaomei, what's wrong?"    

Ye Yitong was the first to regain her senses. When she saw Cheng Jiuyuan, she immediately became very excited. "Doctor Cheng, please advise her. After knowing that Zhan Yeling is dead, she has been staring blankly for a long time. She refused to drink or eat anything..."    

Ye Yitong was really anxious.    

Cheng Jiuyuan knew the reason, but he couldn't comfort Shi Xiaomei because he was also sad.    

He took out the decoction from his backpack and said, "Xiaomei, this is the decoction that you asked me to brew. Should I give it to Shi Miao now or wait for a while?"    

Hearing this, Shi Xiaomei's eyes turned. She looked at him weakly and said, "Let me smell the medicine..."