Three years of love

Chapter 317 Worries after coma (2)
"it is good."

Tang Yu looked at Tang Bei'er worriedly, but Bei'er didn't even give him a smile.With a bitter smile, Tang Yu allowed Belle to follow Tang Zhanyang and his wife and turn away, heading in the opposite direction, going farther and farther...

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"Belle, eat something first."

"Mommy, I'm not hungry."

"Be good, drink a bowl of porridge and go to rest, otherwise Mommy will be worried."

"it is good."

Belle knew that she couldn't handle Mommy's hard work, not to mention there was an iceberg next to her, so she obediently finished her porridge and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She ran back to her room to catch up on sleep, but unfortunately, no matter how much she tossed and turned in bed, she couldn't fall asleep, her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The living room of the Tang Mansion.

"Yang, what happened last night, do you think someone really did it on purpose? Was it aimed at us, Belle, or that kid from the Lu family?"

"In my opinion, it should be aimed at Lu Jili. Our Belle just happened to be there." After a slight pause, he handed his wife a glass of milk for her to drink, and Tang Zhanyang began to sit slowly facing Cheng Muan. On the sofa next to her, she frowned slightly and said, "I think Lao Lu and his wife have already figured this out. Otherwise, in the hospital just now, how could we not blame our Belle at all?"

"You mean, Lu Junfan has already thought of who hurt his son?"

"Ah."

"Could it be that it's Lu Jun'an?"

"pretty close."

"Then what should we do?" At this point, Cheng Mu'an got anxious and grabbed Tang Zhanyang's hand, "If it's really Lu Jun'an, there will be a second time if it's the first time. If it was before, we just Treat it as a matter of the Lu family, but now that you know that Lu Jili is Sang's son, how can you ignore it?"

"Don't worry, I've already sent someone to deal with it."

"That's right."

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in the hospital.

The Lu family couple sat on the side of the bed, looking at their son who was in a coma, their heart ached.

Although Lu Jili was not his own, they raised him since he was a child, from babbling to walking crookedly, and then he grew up and went to school. No matter where his son grew up, there was no lack of the shadow of the husband and wife.And this child also brought endless joy to Lu Jili and his wife.Now, after finally looking forward to his son growing up and taking over the family business, but being harmed by his uncle, can the husband and wife not feel distressed?

"Fan, Li'er will be fine, right?"

"Yes, our Li'er will be fine."

"However, the doctor said that if you can't wake up within three days, there is not much hope."

"Isn't this the first day? Be obedient, watch your son carefully, I'll go out and make a phone call."

"Ah."

Leaning on the side of the special care room, looking through the window at the vehicles coming and going in the courtyard downstairs, Lu Junfan was a little dazed.It must be Jun'an who hurt Li'er, right?It's all my own fault, my mother gave birth to him and passed away, and he was several years away from me. I only cared about pampering him and giving him the best, but I didn't teach him the principles of life, so that such ambition , causing relatives to suffer as well——

What should I do myself?
One side is the younger brother, the other side is the son.The palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are full of flesh, whichever one is preferred, the other is not to be parted from.

"Uncle Lu, your cigarette has burned."

"Ah? Oh, it turned out to be Tang Yu, thank you for reminding me."

"Uncle Lu, you are too polite. It is the Tang family's fault that my sister caused Mr. Lu to behave like this. If you need anything, feel free to ask."

"You don't need to say anything like this in the future." Stuffing out the cigarette in his hand, Lu Junfan withdrew his lost eyes and sighed softly, "Your sister is not to blame for what happened this time. If you really want to talk about it, it should be We should thank her for sending Li'er to the hospital in time, so that he has the hope of surviving."

"Uncle Lu, you mean..."

Tang Yu was stunned for a moment, but took back the words he blurted out in time.

It's okay, I didn't say it.

Tang Yu rejoiced a little from the bottom of her heart. Hearing Lu Junfan's tone, it should be that this car accident has already been well thought out, but no matter what, it should be their Lu family's business, not an outsider like himself. Beaked.

"You are very smart. The Tang family has you, which is enough."

"Thank you, Uncle Lu."

"Go back and tell your father, I will definitely find him if necessary."

"Okay, Uncle Lu, Tang Yu will take his leave first."

"Well, remember to go back and help me thank you all."

"Uncle Lu is too polite."

The two of them turned over politely, and Tang Yu drove away from the hospital.Calling home, Belle is resting, Tang Zhanyang is at work, and Cheng Muan is at home watching frothy dramas.After thinking about it, Tang Yu turned the steering wheel, and the car drove towards Tang's company again.

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Down's Company.

"Hello, Mr. Tang."

"Hello, Mr. Tang."

"Ah."

Greeting all the way, Tang Yu went to Tang Zhanyang's office.

dong dong dong.

After three knocks on the door, there was no movement inside.After waiting for a while, Tang Yu frowned, daddy isn't inside?Turning his head to the secretary not far away, the secretary nodded to him and blinked, indicating that Tang Zhanyang was indeed inside.People are inside, don't open the door?After pondering for a while, Tang Yu pushed the door quietly, but it was not locked. He weighed his feet, opened a small crack, and looked in through the crack.Just one glance, but it made Tang Yu's heart sink suddenly, is that his father?

In my memory, my father's usually energetic face was replaced by sadness.At this moment, Tang Zhanyang seemed to be extremely tired. He was quietly bathed in the faint sunlight, leaning his whole body on the bench chair, his domineering eyes were out of focus, and he was staring blankly at the direction. Suddenly, I was filled with loneliness, as if I wanted to follow the direction where the window opened, through the empty, distant and endless sky, to look at a certain direction, some old people, old things.

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(End of this chapter)