Joey was weak and fell asleep in Qiao Si Li's arms, crying.
Staring at her thin face and recalling what she had just said, Qiao Si Li had a bad feeling.
He gently stroked Joey's forehead, his eyes red with pain.
"Yiyi, do you know something?"
After Joey came back, his nerves were completely relaxed and he fell asleep for two days and two nights.
While she was unconscious, she knew someone was coming to see her.
She heard Han Zhiyi crying and scolding her, and felt Mrs. Lu holding her hand and crying quietly.
She wanted to open her eyes and look at them, but her eyes seemed to be stuck with something and she couldn't open them.
She couldn't even tell if this was a dream or reality.
She saw herself sleeping on her father's back, and saw her father hugging her cold body and crying after she committed suicide by jumping into the lake because of Xia Nan.
From childhood to adulthood, all her father's love for her was completely reflected in her mind.
The image of the father ranges from a young, handsome and elegant young man to an uncle with graying temples.
No matter what stage of his father he was, she saw love in his eyes.
In order to prevent her from getting hurt, her father, who was less than forty years old, had never thought of marrying again since his divorce from Xia Nan.
Why is the father who is so devoted to her not her biological child?
How sad it must be for her father to work hard for her all his life, but in the end she is no longer his own flesh and blood.
All Joey could think about was the way her father looked at her.
Tears couldn't help but fall down the corners of his eyes.
He kept shouting: "Dad, Dad."
Hearing the shout, Qiao Sili immediately ran to the bed, stroked her head, and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, dad is here."
Hearing this voice, Joey slowly opened his eyes.
His wet eyes were filled with unspeakable pain.
Her voice choked with sobs: "Dad, I miss you so much."
Seeing her like this, Qiao Si Li bent down and held her in his arms, stroking her head with his big hands.
"Yiyi, tell dad what happened?"
Joey hugged Josley's neck and remained silent, just crying.
If it was just a guess last time, now Qiao Si Li is completely sure that Joey already knows his life experience.
He asked tentatively: "Did Song Qingya tell you something?"
Joey hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.
"Dad, why am I not your child? Have they made a mistake? I don't want the eldest daughter of the Song family. I just want you to be my father."
After saying that, she hugged Qiao Si Li and sobbed softly.
Seeing that she was so excited, Josley coaxed softly: "I will always be your father, and you will always be my most beloved daughter, Josley, and that will never change in this life. Yiyi, please stop crying. The child can't bear your torment like this." , if you don’t want to go back to the Song family, we won’t go back, Song Junhui’s scumbag father, I don’t want to give you to him yet.”
The scene of two people hugging each other happened to be seen by Song Yanchen who walked in.
He wanted to go over and hold Joey's hand and tell her that he was his brother and that he would take good care of her from now on.
But seeing Joey being so reluctant to let go of Qiao Si Li and being so repelled by his life experience, his steps were frozen in place, not daring to take a step forward.
Lu Wenzhou patted his shoulder lightly and whispered: "We have to give her some time to digest this matter. In a few days, she will naturally understand that Yiyi is a person with a clear distinction between good and evil, and her hatred for Song Junhui, She won’t blame you.”
Hearing what he said, Song Yanchen's tense heart relaxed a little.
"Do you think she will recognize me? Will she call me brother?"
Lu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "That depends on your performance. She is my wife and she listens to my words."
His meaning was obvious. If he wanted Joey to recognize him, he had to go through him first.
Although Song Yanchen was unhappy in his heart, his face showed a positive expression.
He lay down next to Lu Wenzhou's ear and whispered, "Okay, if you have any requests, just ask, I will definitely satisfy you, my good brother-in-law!"
He deliberately emphasized the word 'brother-in-law' with a hint of pride hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Lu Wenzhou looked startled upon hearing this.
She stared at him for a few seconds, then chuckled and said, "You want me to call you brother? In the next life."
Song Yanchen said calmly: "Don't talk too much. Sooner or later, you will beg me to call you brother."
Lu Wenzhou gritted his teeth in anger when he saw how successful he was as a villain.
At this moment, Song Yanchen's cell phone rang.
Sang Yu's urgent voice came from the other side: "Brother, grandma has a fever again and keeps calling her Yiyi. Can you bring her over to have a look?"
Old Mrs. Sang has been ill since Joey disappeared.
The fever persisted.
The whole person was in a semi-conscious state, but the only thing that was clear was that Joey was her granddaughter.
The doctor said she had inner demons.
You need to open your heart to get better.
But if you want to open your heart, Joey must come forward.
Now Joey still can't accept his new identity.
She was very weak and pregnant.
Thinking of this, Song Yanchen looked at Lu Wenzhou with some embarrassment: "What should I do? If grandma continues like this, I'm afraid she won't be able to last long."
Lu Wenzhou looked into the ward, hesitated and said, "Go back and take a look first. I'll discuss it with my dad later."
Song Yanchen patted Lu Wenzhou heavily on the shoulder and left silently.
As soon as I opened the door to the ward, I saw the doctor performing physical cooling on my grandma.
The old lady was in a daze from the fever and her cheeks were hot.
The heart and blood pressure become unstable.
Song Yanchen walked up to Mrs. Sang, held her hand and comforted her: "Grandma, Yiyi has been rescued, but she is frightened and the child is unstable. She needs to rest. Can you wait a little longer? "
Old Mrs. Sang nodded drowsily and kept murmuring: "Yiyi, my good baby, she has suffered."
She felt extremely heartbroken when she thought that the suffering that Joey experienced was all caused by Song Qingya, and that child was the one they had doted on since childhood.
At this moment, the doctor suddenly said: "The patient's heart has stopped. Rescue immediately."
Seeing the doctors performing various rescue measures on Mrs. Sang, Sang Yu shed tears of distress.
"grandmother!"
She wanted to rush forward, but Yan Xingcheng pulled her into his arms.
He gently stroked her head with his big hand and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, grandma will definitely wake up."
But as soon as he finished saying this, he heard the doctor say: "The family members come here to sign the critical illness notice."
Hearing these words, Sang Yu's body softened and she lay in Yan Xingcheng's arms.
"Sangyu, Sangyu."
Yan Xingcheng immediately picked her up and placed her on the bed next to her.
At this moment, the door to the ward was opened, and Lu Wenzhou and Joey stood at the door.
Seeing her figure, Sang Yu immediately got out of bed and ran to her side, holding her hand and crying: "Yiyi, grandma is dying, she keeps calling your name."
Joey's eyes instantly turned red when he saw Old Mrs. Sang's body covered with instruments.
She walked to the bedside, took the old lady's hand, and whispered: "Grandma, I am Yiyi."
