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In the American cosmetics market, the dispute between LG and Song Xinrou is intensifying, but the presidents of both parties are not at the base. Lin Yiran bought a plane ticket overnight and rushed to City A.
She knew that Song Xinrou would look for Song Xiaozhe when she returned to City A, but she didn't expect her to be so cruel that she beat him unconscious?
Thinking of the wounds all over Song Xiaozhe¡¯s body when he first met him, Lin was still furious and immediately bought a plane ticket to go back to City A to visit.
"Xiao Zhe, nothing can happen to you." On the plane, Lin Yiran looked out the window and murmured, her heart tightening, "There won't be another time. This time I found evidence that Song Xinrou broke the law. You must send her to prison as soon as possible, and she will never come to trouble you again."
After more than ten hours of flight, Lin Yiran's spirit was always in a state of high tension. After the plane arrived in City A, her eyes were stained with blue and black, but she kept rushing towards the hospital.
It was early in the morning in City A, and few people came to the hospital. Lin Yiran asked Song Xiaozhe's ward number at the front desk, and went upstairs without even having time to put his luggage away.
After a night of resuscitation, Song Xiaozhe was finally out of danger. However, he had too much bleeding on his forehead and had to undergo a blood transfusion during the process. In addition, his eyelids were injured, and his eyes are now covered with gauze. When Lin Yiran rushed to the ward, he saw a child who was almost mummified, lying pitifully on a white hospital bed.
"Xiao Zhe"
Lin Yiran shouted softly, fearing that he would not wake up, so he did not dare to wake him up, but quietly sat down beside his bed.
In fact, Song Xiaozhe had woken up a long time ago. Hearing the sound, he turned his head to the left and asked tentatively, "Aunt May?"
Is he hallucinating? Aunt May should be in the United States now, so why did she suddenly come to the hospital to see him?
"Xiao Zhe, are you awake?"
Hearing Song Xiaozhe's voice, Lin Yiran raised his hand to touch his face in surprise, then looked around the empty ward and asked anxiously and angrily, "When did you wake up? Is there any pain? Why is there nothing here?" Is there a caregiver here? Has the doctor come to check you out?"
She had a lot of questions, but Song Xiaozhe could only feel the delicate and warm hands against his cheeks. He was dazed for a moment, until Lin Yiran leaned down, pressed her forehead against his, and whispered He said, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever."
Surrounded by the pleasant smell of Aunt May's perfume, Song Xiaozhe's eyes turned red for some reason, as if he had finally found his mother's child, and he immediately threw himself into her arms, "Aunt May!"
Lin Yiran was caught off guard and was thrown into his arms by the child. He hugged him tightly and said, "Okay, Xiaozhe, don't be afraid. Auntie is here. No one can bully you anymore!"
Song Xiaozhe didn¡¯t say anything, but just hugged her a little tighter. After his eyes were injured, he couldn¡¯t tell whether it was a dream or reality. He just hoped that he could spend a little longer with Aunt May.
"Xiaozhe, your eyes" Lin Yiran hesitated and waved it in front of his eyes. Song Xiaozhe also touched the gauze in front of him and whispered, "It's okay. The nurse sister said it was just an eyelid injury. Just rest for a while and you¡¯ll be fine.¡±
Even though he was hurt like this, he was still comforting Lin Yiran. Fortunately, he couldn't see it now. Lin still clenched his palms tightly, not hiding the anger in his eyes.
Song Xinrou really deserves to die, Xiaozhe is such a good boy, but she has the heart to attack him again and again!
Lin Yiran endured the heartache and checked the wounds on his body again, confirming again and again that the treatment was almost done last night, and now he just needs to take care of himself, and his heart that had always been hanging on him was relieved.
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"Xiao Zhe, next time you encounter this situation, remember to protect your head first." Lin Yiran looked at his head that was wrapped in circles of gauze, and nodded his forehead helplessly, "Block it with the back of your hand to weaken the The impact might prevent you from fainting."
She was admonishing from a public perspective, but Song Xiaozhe pursed his lips and shook his head, "No."
"If you block it with your hands, it will hurt your muscles and veins, and you won't be able to play the piano in the future."
play piano?
Lin Yiran looked at the child in front of her with a complicated expression, with mixed feelings in her heart. She only knew that Xiaozhe liked the piano, but she didn't want to be obsessed with it to this extent. For this reason, she couldn't say otherwise.
"Okay, Auntie remembers it." She held Song Xiaozhe's hand solemnly, "Auntie will invite the best piano teacher for you from now on. You can take good care of your injuries. The sooner you recover, the sooner you can see the teacher."
"Really?" Song Xiaozhe perked up, immediately held Lin Yiran tightly and said sweetly, "Thank you, Aunt May!"
"Be good." Lin Yiran rubbed his hair.
Song Xiaozhe went through a thrilling and difficult night last night. The surgery and medication record book was still hanging behind the hospital bed. Lin Yiran glanced at it and took it over to see what medicine Song Xiaozhe had used.
There were nouns in a row that she couldn't understand. She could only tell from the dosage that last night was not peaceful. Lin Yiran felt shocked when she read it. However, after seeing the blood transfusion record, her brows furrowed tightly. stand up.
Before she was investigating Song Xinrou in the United States, she accidentally glanced at Song Xinrou's basic information. Song Xinrou had blood type O, while Bo Chenhe had blood type A, but how could their child, Song Xiaozhe, have blood type B?
Lin Yiran's heart felt like it was being pulled down by something. A thought suddenly hit her mind, making her eyes dazzled and she could hardly hold the thin page of the record book.
This record book belongs to Song Xiaozhe, right?
She hurriedly turned to the front page and saw Song Xiaozhe's name clearly written in the name column. He was of type B blood, so
"Xiao Zhe!" Lin Yiran's heartbeat was so fast that it seemed to burst out of her chest. She tried hard to control her tone and spoke calmly, "Do you remember what your mommy's blood type is?"
"Blood type?" Song Xiaozhe asked doubtfully, and then answered naturally, "Type O, what's wrong?"
Is it really type O?
Lin Yiran stood up in a hurry. The movement was so big that even Song Xiaozhe on the bed felt the vibration. He hurriedly fumbled with the sheets and asked, "Aunt May! What's wrong? Why do you ask so suddenly?"
"Xiaozhe, you" Lin Yiran was about to speak, but a bunch of words stuck in his throat, but he didn't know how to organize the words.
Tell Xiaozhe that Song Xinrou is not actually his biological mother, and he has no relationship at all with Bo Chenhe?
But he is still so young, can he withstand the blow of such truth?
Lin was still biting her lip, trapped in endless entanglements. Just when she didn't know how to answer, suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open.
Bo Chenhe walked in with breakfast and was not surprised when he saw Lin Yiran. He just sat down naturally.
"You're here?" He said as he opened the bag containing breakfast, "Let's eat together." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com