Is it the only voice?

Trapped in the dark, Tang poetry desperately wants to wake up, but she can't do anything. She has no strength all over her body. Even if she moves, she is extravagant.

But she seemed to hear her son's voice and cry in her ear.

What's wrong with Weiwei? Why are you crying?

Tang poetry in the abyss, surrounded by a quiet, occasionally came a few number of syllables, with her heartache cry, it is Tang Wei, he is right!

Tang Wei was crying. He didn't dare to grasp the hand of Tang Shi. She was covered with thread of utensils. She was also tied with a soft needle on her neck. A medicine bag was attached to her body, drop by drop.

Tang Wei has no time to wipe his tears. His mother must be in pain. He can't cry. He is a man. His mother is hurt. He should support this family

But this family originally only has him and his mother two people, Tang poetry fell, who does he have to protect?

Without Tang poetry, this family will not exist

Bo Ye didn't dare to go up and talk to his son. He was afraid that he would hate himself even more if he knew that Tang poetry was to block his injury.

But Tang Wei asked, "why is my mother like this?"

Thin night is dumb, was forced to ask him to say a word.

"Tell me, I have the right to know!"

Tang Wei roared in a childish voice with a desperate determination, "if you don't say it, I think it's because of your involvement. I don't think it's wrong."

Thin night the whole person seems to be in a trance for a while, then speak to Tang Wei, the voice is cold, "are you sure you want to know?"

Even if the truth, then hurt people

Tang Wei's silent acquiescence.

Twenty minutes later, he stood there shivering, listening to Bo Yeh finish everything. Then his father closed his eyes. At this moment, Bo Ye, who was always high above, was in a mournful voice. He said, " I'm sorry. "

Tang Wei stood beside the hospital bed of Tang poetry. At that moment, thousands of cuts could not resist his hatred. He gritted his teeth, almost with tears in his eyes. Hua Hua Hua hoarsely said, "why, the person lying on this bed is not you!"

His own son said this to him

Bo Ye's fingers were tightly clenched together. His voice seemed to have been cut off his throat. His voice was hoarse, "sorry, I didn't notice that an Ru's father was still looking for Tang poetry to avenge him. If I knew that..."

If you know, with his disgust for Tang poetry at that time, would he really help? No, if he didn't doubt the truth, Anguo would start with Tang poetry. He might be the one who handed the knife!

Tang Wei's voice was wronged, "Bo Shao, do you still know that I am your son? I am the son of you and Tang Shi. My mother was pregnant and gave birth to me so hard. You don't care. You have to force us again and again. Do you really want us to die? Will you give up until we die? "

Bo Ye was heartbroken. He didn't have this intention. From the beginning, he just wanted to destroy Tang poetry because of his arrogance. At that time, he didn't know that Tang poetry was innocent, so he bullied her all the time. But now, the situation has been completely reversed.

Tang poetry is innocent. She never owes him anything. He is the one who can't pay off the debt.

"Weiwei, what happened to your mother was really an accident. I didn't protect her well, but if you talk, can you..." Can you, don't kill his heart? He's almost crushed by regret!

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