After the divorce, she amazed the world

"Come here and drink some milk."

She didn't expose the clumsy lies of the children in person, but handed them all the milk, and waited for them to take it and drink the milk obediently.

An Yan walked towards the closet.

An Siming drank the milk in one gulp, just put down the cup, when he turned around, he saw that Mommy was about to open the closet door, and his breath was stagnant.

"Mummy!"

Before long, the door bell rang downstairs.

An Yan paused, turned around, and An Siming spoke quickly: "Mummy, the doorbell downstairs rang, did you date someone?"

An Yan frowned, Dad hasn't come back so soon, who is the person outside?

"I'll go down and open the door. Be good."

She walked down with the tray, the doorbell was still ringing without a single pause, like a reminder.

"coming."

An Yan yelled, but the doorbell outside still didn't stop.

She frowned and was on guard in her heart. Looking out of the cat's eyes, she saw a man with too fair skin, almost glowing, standing at the door. His pale lips were pursed into a straight line, and his fingers kept ringing the doorbell.

An Yan opened the door, but before she could speak, the man in front of her spoke first before she spoke, his hoarse voice was filled with anger.

"Where's my son?!"

An Yan was stunned by the question: "Sir, did you make a mistake? I don't have your son in my family, and I haven't seen your son before."

"Yiwei has a locator on his body, and it shows that it is at your home!"

"I warn you, if you don't bring my son out again, you will bear the consequences!"

Lang Zi looked down at An Yan, his eyes were as silent as stagnant water.

An Yan laughed back in anger, her voice became cold.

"Sir, your son is missing, but you came to me. There are only three children in my family. Where can you hide your son? Or...you have another purpose, deliberately borrowing Come to my house to inquire about the situation with this excuse?"

Lang Tin's brows were wrinkled into a Sichuan character, and a pair of dark eyes glowed with a cold light.

"An Yan, my patience is limited."

Hearing him hand over her name, An Yan's vigilance was instantly full, and her eyes were lingering.

"who are you?!"

"Lang Ren!"

Lang Ting took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, forced himself to calm down, and whispered: "It doesn't matter who I am, I only want my son!"

"An Yan, Yiwei is sick and needs to be treated with medicine, otherwise he will easily get sick."

An Yan frowned, she looked back, and the two children in the family were leaning on the railing upstairs, looking at her eagerly.

She suddenly thought of the weird wardrobe on the second floor, the children didn't want to let herself open it, could it be...

The thoughts that popped up in her heart were suppressed by her.

"You wait a minute."

She said to Lang Ting, raising her hand to greet the two children.

"Baby, this uncle is here to find his son, have you seen it?"

An Siyi opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start. If Mommy found out, would she be angry?
He turned to look at his brother: "Brother, do you want to tell me? That is the only father..."

An Siming's clear eyes met An Yan's, as if he had made up his mind, he dragged his brother downstairs.

"Siming, Siyi?"

The two children stood in front of Lang Ting, bent down in unison, and said crisply: "Uncle, I'm sorry!"

Then, he turned around and bowed to An Yan.

"Mommy, I'm sorry!"

An Yan frowned tightly: "You..."

"Mum, I'm sorry, we lied to you."

An Siming took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "We know where this uncle's son is, he is upstairs. You didn't let us go out to play before, and we didn't have any friends. We met unexpectedly on the street that day. When we arrived at Yiwei, we went up to talk and became friends. Today he called us and told us that he was very uncomfortable, so we sneaked out...Take him home to play..."

An Siming supported his younger brother, but under An Yan's reproachful gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Where is Yiwei?!"

"Second floor..."

Pointing to the upstairs, the two children ran upstairs in unison.

An Yan and Lang Ting quickly chased after him.

When she opened the closet door and saw the pale little boy inside, An Yan's breathing was slightly stagnant.

"One only!"

Yiwei closed his eyes tightly, and opened his eyes slightly when he heard Lang Tin's voice, and said weakly, "Father..."

Lang Ting quickly carried him out, felt his body heat, turned his head and yelled at the three children, "Do you know what you have done!"

An Siyi was so frightened that he shivered, shrank behind An Siming, pursed his mouth in grievance, and tried not to shed tears, but he still failed.

Pearl-like teardrops fell like broken threads.

"woo woo woo woo……"

"I...I didn't mean to..."

"Yiwei... Yiwei is mine, my good friend... I didn't mean to..."

An Siyi was out of breath from crying, An Siming kept his brother behind him with a cold face, frowned, and said angrily: "Uncle, if you have anything, come to me, don't bully my brother , is the only one I picked up on my own initiative, if you want to blame it, blame me."

"There is also Yiwei who doesn't want to be by your side. You don't have time to accompany him and leave him alone in the hospital, but do you know how bad those people are? They often bully Yiwei and give him injections to eat. medicine, but still bullying him! Do you know all this!?"

Lang Ting said he was lying if he wasn't angry, but when he saw the appearance of the two children, his eyebrows jumped.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."

He was about to leave with Yiwei in his arms, when suddenly a hand appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

And the other hand rests on Yiwei's pulse.

Lang Bin stared at her with deep eyes and said unkindly: "What do you want to do? Get out of the way!"

An Yan frowned, let go of Yiwei's hand, and said with a serious expression: "If you are willing to trust me, you can hand over Yiwei to me. Your name is Lang Ting, right? I don't think he can survive five years." In July, you sent him to the hospital, and I believe that even with an operation, the probability of survival is less than 20.00%. Five, if you hand him over to me, I have a probability of more than 90.00% for him to survive."

Lang Tin's eyes gradually became shocked, the woman in front of him just touched Yiwei's body, how could she know so much?
"Of course, you don't have to believe me. The organs in his body are also gradually failing. The five months mentioned just now are still too much, and it may be as short as one month."

"Lang Ting, I put the opportunity in front of your eyes. Whether you continue to take your temporarily suppressed other drugs or want a healthy son, it depends on your own choice."

An Yan didn't mean to force him to stay. If she was just an ordinary person, she wouldn't choose to make a move at all, but the only situation would become serious, and to a certain extent it had something to do with her children.

Lang Ti lowered his head, looked at Yi Wei's pale and haggard appearance, and then looked at An Yan.

Can this woman in front of me have such a great ability?
However, when he saw An Siyi who was crying very poorly just now, his eyes were red with tears, and he was winking at himself, asking him to hand over the only one to An Yan.

Should he trust her?

He was also entrusted to investigate An Yan before, but some identities were still unclear.

But he remembered that one of An Yan's former servants had a serious leg disease, and she cured it...