Cannon fodder stepmother dressed as a male protagonist

Chapter 747 Probably Only Wang Yan Knows!

Song Simin's face was sullen, and he choked out a sentence for a long time: "You are also free!"

Sun Qing smiled flatteringly.

Song Simin turned his back and strode into the room with big strides, and with a puff, his old face wrinkled into a smile.

At noon Xue Ling rushed over, and immediately shared with Sun Qing about the hospital.

Sun Qing said with a smile: "I knew about this earlier than you."

Xue Ling couldn't believe it: "No way?"

Sun Qing snorted: "You don't even look at the people who come to our pharmacy."

Xue Ling said truthfully: "A bunch of old men and old ladies."

Sun Qing said imposingly: "Believe it or not, if those old men and women are willing, they would know exactly what was on your dinner table yesterday."

Xue Ling didn't believe it.

Sun Qing raised her eyebrows and began to make a great explanation: "First of all, go chat with the vegetable seller first, and you will know what vegetables your family bought, and then calculate what vegetables are cooked on the dinner table based on what vegetables your family bought. Isn't it easy?"

Xue Ling was quite stupid.

"Good guy, is that the old man and the old lady? Are you talking about it?"

Sun Qing laughed out loud.

Xue Ling told Sun Qing one more thing.

"I heard no, Wang Yan came back with the child again."

Sun Qing didn't even eat the meal, she just wanted to hear Xue Ling talk about it carefully.

Xue Ling: "I heard from our family's old Zhang that the old man Wang Yan followed had a wife in the city, and the eldest son was several years older than Wang Yan. The old man and the eldest wife were killed in one bite. Wang Yan's child is not That old man beat Wang Yan up and didn't even let the gate in."

Sun Qingting was amazed.

"What about the old man? Didn't he protect Wang Yan and his child?"

Xue Ling sneered: "The old man didn't take Wang Yan seriously at all, he was just playing around. When something happened, he didn't even show his face."

Sun Qing: "Wang Yan will miss you this time."

Xue Ling: "No, do you know why she hasn't returned to the county these days?"

Sun Qing looked at her puzzled.

Xue Ling murmured, "Healing the wound. I heard that the old man and wife beat Wang Yan in the face. Wang Yan's face is still blue and purple."

Sun Qingting was dumbfounded, it had been such a long time, and it was still so obvious, which shows how miserable it was when he was beaten.

Xue Ling clicked her tongue: "It must have been beaten into a pig's head."

Sun Qingting sighed endlessly: "If you are a good person, why don't you go on the right path?"

Xue Ling said with a look of disgust: "I don't want to live in peace and stability!"

Sun Qing sighed and rubbed his belly.

"It's just a poor child."

When she said this, Xue Ling also sighed.

"Who said no?" After saying this, she immediately asked another question.

"Qing'er, who do you think the child belongs to?"

Sun Qing spread his hands directly: "It is estimated that only Wang Yan knows."

Another possibility is that even Wang Yan herself doesn't know.

Xue Ling also told Sun Qing something.

"Lao Zhang and I are going to the city in two days."

Sun Qing didn't realize it at first, but after a few seconds, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hospital?"

Xue Ling pursed her lips shyly and nodded with a smile.

Sun Qing looked at her with a smile on her face: "Ling'er, Zhang Jun can do this for you, because he really has you in his heart."

The corners of Xue Ling's mouth raised, but she said, "I don't know if it will be possible, we just go and see."

Sun Qing's eyes widened: "He is willing to go with you, which means he cares enough about you."

With a flash in Xue Ling's eyes, she nodded slowly: "I've thought about this too. I live with whomever I live with. It's good to follow Zhang Jun. Even if there is no child, Zhang Jian and Zhang Kang will not care about it in the future. Me. Take ten thousand steps back, even if they don’t care about me, I still have money to support myself in retirement.”

(End of this chapter)