The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Wen Qing looked at Huo Tingshen. Just as she was curious about what he would do, Huo Tingshen had already pulled his hand out of Ye Wanluo's hand.    

    

His voice was cold. "It seems that the numbness in your body is not over yet. Ye Wanluo, see clearly that I am Huo Tingshen, not Second Brother. Second Brother has already left. He is dead. It is impossible for him to come back to life."    

    

Ye Wanluo suddenly burst into tears when she heard this.    

    

Huo Huaien looked at Huo Tingshen with a bitter expression.    

    

Second Brother was too heartless.    

    

Huo Huaien went up to comfort him. "Second Sister-in-Law, don't cry. You're crying so hard that I'm sad."    

    

Ye Wanluo sobbed until she choked. "Tingchi, I still have something to tell you. I still owe you an apology. , " Please come back, please. "    

    

Huo Huaien looked at Huo Tingshen with hatred and said, "I will stay here to take care of Second Sister-in-Law. Take your wife home."    

    

Huo Tingshen saw Huo Huaien's displeasure and was about to say something but was stopped by Wen Qing who came forward.    

    

Wen Qing said to him, "You go out first."    

    

Huo Tingshen frowned. "You're not coming?"    

    

"I have something to say."    

    

Huo Tingshen did not object. He turned around and left the room.    

    

Huo Huaien turned back and looked at Wen Qing warily. "What do you want to say? You can see it too. I, Second Sister-in-Law, did not intentionally admit your husband wrong. She missed me too much, Second Brother. So... "    

    

Wen Qing ignored her and walked to the bedside. She said to Ye Wanluo who was crying," My mother also committed suicide. So I know better than anyone how pitiful it is to lose a mother's child. Second Sister-in-Law, no matter how much pain you are in now, I hope that you can raise your spirits. If you leave, Zhilian will really become an orphan without a father or mother. So in the future, I hope you can think about Zhilian more. "    

    

After she finished speaking, she looked at Huo Huaien," Later, there will be professionals to help take care of Second Sister-in-Law. If you insist on staying here, then you should teach Second Sister-in-Law a good lesson. After all, you and Second Sister-in-Law have the best relationship. I believe that you can definitely do it. Don't be too tired. Call me when you need it."    

    

When Wen Qing said this, Huo Huaien was not that angry.    

    

She nodded to Wen Qing.    

    

After Wen Qing patted her shoulder, she also turned around and left the ward.    

    

She was not sure if Ye Wanluo had just regarded Huo Tingshen as Huo Tingchi on purpose.    

    

But she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.    

    

Fortunately, Huo Tingshen's performance did not disappoint her. Otherwise, she would be very angry.    

    

If she had followed Huo Tingshen just now, she was afraid that Huo Huaien would hate them as well.    

    

Whether Ye Wanluo was pretending or not, Wen Qing did not plan to fall out with Huo Huaien because of her.    

    

She stayed alone and said that she did not want to leave Ye Wanluo to comfort her or to comfort Huo Huaien.    

    

There were some things that could be done ahead of time. It was better than making up for it after the incident.    

    

When she walked out of the ward and saw Huo Tingshen, she smiled.    

    

Huo Tingshen asked, "Huaien did not make things difficult for you, did she?"    

    

"Huaien was not that unreasonable. She was angry because she was kind and you were not willing to help Ye Wanluo."    

    

Huo Tingshen snorted and said, "You did help her talk."    

    

She held his arm as she spoke. The two of them walked out of the hospital while she said, "I'm telling the truth," she said. Ye Wanluo cried so sadly just now. Why didn't you help her?"    

    

"How? Turn yourself into Second Brother and comfort her? "Do you think I can do it? Second Brother was Second Brother. I am me. I don't have the talent to act. "    

    

Wen Qing pursed her lips.    

    

Huo Tingshen hit her sideways. "What are you laughing at?"    

    

"I'm laughing at you. You're reliable." She looked at him. "I thought you would help her. After all, she committed suicide. It must be very painful."    

    

"Do you want me to help her?"    

    

Wen Qing frowned. "It's very contradictory. As a bystander, I think it's not bad for my husband to be helpful. But as a wife, seeing you being pulled by another woman, I'm not very willing. "    

    

She pouted. "Thinking about it this way, Am I selfish? "    

    

Huo Tingshen rubbed her head. "How can I be selfish? I like the way you treat me honestly. At least I know you really care about me."    

    

Wen Qing held his arm. Tell me, if Second Sister-in-Law is really depressed, what should we do? "    

    

"This matter is not urgent to be determined. I have asked the psychologist to come and diagnose her. If there is indeed a problem, then treat it. But if there is no problem, then it should be another matter. " In short, you don't need to worry too much. Her matter has nothing to do with you. You don't need to care too much. "    

    

Wen Qing nodded. She did not want to care too much about this matter.    

    

For the next four days of vacation, Wen Qing would go to the hospital every day.    

    

Huo Huaien was very persistent. She had been accompanying the bed in the hospital. After Wen Qing tried to persuade her twice but to no avail, she did not meddle in other people's business anymore.    

    

When Ye Wanluo saw Wen Qing, she had always been very calm. She seemed to have completely forgotten what happened after her surgery.    

    

Wen Qing naturally would not discuss this matter with Huo Huaien in the presence of Huo Huaien.    

    

That was simply asking for trouble.    

    

At noon on the 7th, after returning home from the hospital, the auntie in Huo Tingchi's yard came to see Wen Qing in a hurry.    

    

"Third Mrs. Huo, something happened to young master Zhilian."    

    

"What happened? Tell me slowly," Huo Tingchi said.    

    

The aunt said in a panic: "Just now, the auntie who was in charge of taking care of the young master was playing with the young master on the sofa. The young master recently liked to look at himself in the mirror, so the auntie gave him the mirror to play with.    

    

The auntie was anxious and went to the washroom. The young master's hand was unsteady and he accidentally dropped the mirror on the ground. He might have rolled over to look for the mirror, but he rolled down from the sofa and fell on the broken glass. His arm and wrist were both cut and there was a lot of blood..."    

    

Wen Qing heard and was also anxious. Where is the child? "    

    

"Auntie has already carried him to the hospital. They just left."    

    

Wen Qing did not care about anything else. He ran out with his bag.    

    

She asked the driver to take her to the hospital and called Huo Tingshen on the way.    

    

By the time she arrived at the hospital, Zhilian had already been brought into the operating theater.    

    

The auntie who was responsible for taking care of Zhilian was soaked in blood.    

    

Wen Qing had thought that the child might bleed due to injury, but she really did not expect so much blood to flow out.    

    

The auntie was very afraid and went up to Wen Qing to beg for mercy.    

    

"Third Mrs. Huo, I really did not do it on purpose just now. I did not think that the mirror would be broken. There is a carpet on the ground, how could the mirror be broken    

    

Wen Qing looked at the auntie with a face full of anger.    

    

Not only did the adults do it, the child was ultimately innocent.    

    

"I only want to ask you one thing. If it was your own child, would you leave him alone on the sofa when he just learned how to turn over? Would you treat the mirror as a toy for the child to play with? "    

    

The auntie did not answer, but immediately shed tears.    

    

Wen Qing sighed.    

    

How could something like this happen at such a time?    

    

Ye Wanluo was still in the hospital. If anything happened to the child now, In the eyes of others, wouldn't Huo Tingshen be even more guilty?