Chapter 838 What Do You Want?

As he said this, he curled his lips. Ever since he was a child, he had always disliked that fool from Fujian. But since he was a child, he could only say that the development of Min Guosheng was too slow.

When he was five years old, he still wet the bed. When he was seven years old, he would still defecate in his pants. When he was ten years old, he couldn't even talk to each other. But as long as he thought that they were plotted by such a fool, to be honest, he I really feel like I want to vomit.

He gave the peeled apple to Chu Lu, and Chu Lu took it. It was a big apple, but now it only had a heart. It could take a few bites.

Du Jingtang raised his shoulders apologetically, that's all I can do.

Chu Lu took a bite of the apple, his dark eyes seemed to be dark and unable to see the bottom of the apple.

"Jingtang."

"Yes," Du Jingtang agreed.

"Find me someone."

"Who?"

Chu Lu took another bite of the apple, but there was no taste at all.

"Ruoxin."

"Sister Ruoxin?" Du Jingtang was stunned. Yes, he already had a room. Where is Xia Ruoxin? Where is Xia Ruoxin?

Unexpectedly, he thought of Chu Lu's depression, maybe it was because of Xia Ruoxin.

"Sister Ruoxin, what happened to her?" He asked carefully. Is she missing again?

"Gone," Chu Lu closed his eyes and pulled the quilt over himself. The word "gone" contained so many things, and maybe only he could know it.

He has already experienced that kind of despair. This is the second time, but no matter which time it is, the loss is painful and life is worse than death.

"Again..." Du Jingtang quickly covered her mouth, it was better not to ask about this matter.

"Don't worry," he changed his tone, not mentioning things that he shouldn't mention or asking about things that he shouldn't ask. He patted his chest again, "I will help find Sister Ruoxin."

But Chu Lu didn't speak anymore, he must have fallen asleep.

Du Jingtang walked out lightly. As soon as he came out, he saw Song Wan coming over and bringing Chu Xiang with him. But he really wanted to tell this aunt that if you want to come, come right away. Can you not bring Chu Xiang with you? , knowing clearly that my cousin dislikes seeing Chu Xiang the most. When he sees Chu Xiang, doesn't he just stab him in the chest? When this bird saw Chu Xiang, it was not just raindrops that came to mind.

However, she didn't dare to say it.

Song Wan opened the door and saw that Chu Lu was already asleep. She walked over and put the soup she had cooked on the table. How could she feel that the Chu family was having a bad time? Everyone has to go to the hospital for a visit, either Chu Xiang or Chu Lu.

"Grandma, what's wrong with dad?" Chu Xiang carefully pulled Song Wan's clothes and asked.

"Daddy is sick, Xiangxiang is good, go and stay with daddy."

And she thought, just in time, this was an opportunity for their father and daughter to get along well, so she brought Chu Xiang over. Now the child Xiangxiang is Chu Lu's daughter, her only granddaughter, and all her sons will be in the future. It's up to this daughter to take care of her.

Chu Xiang ran to Chu Lu's side and held Chu Lu's big hand with his small hand.

"Daddy," she called.

Chu Lu seemed to hold his daughter's little hand, and he seemed to hear his daughter calling him daddy. He had already forgotten how long it had been since he had seen his daughter or hugged her.

Involuntarily, he clenched the little hand in his palm.

Such a small hand, such a small child, when will she grow up? Yes, when will she grow up?

"Dad," Chu Xiang called again. Dad finally held her little hand. It was great.

"Little raindrops..." Chu Lu opened his eyes and called his daughter's name, but the smile on Chu Xiang's face froze. At this time Chu Lu also woke up, and when he saw it was Chu Lu, he loosened his fingers.

Then he closed his eyes again, as if he didn't remember much.

"Dad..." Chu Xiang's eyes were red. Why, why, why, grandma likes her so much, but why does dad only like that little sister? That little sister is lost. She will never come back. She will never come back. Won't come back either.

"Alu," Song Wan saw that Chu Lu was awake and quickly brought over the soup she had made.

"This is the soup mom made for you. Just drink it, okay?"

"Mom, I'm not hungry, let's leave it there first," Chu Lu opened his eyes, his calm black eyes were like a dry well, seemingly lifeless.

"Mom, put it here. You can drink it if you want."

Song Wan wiped her tears again. Even now, she still can't imagine what her son looked like at that time. He really seemed to be dead. Chu Lu had always been healthy since he was a child, and he rarely came to the hospital. , it was the first time for her to see her son so weak and so pale. Fortunately, he was okay, okay.

She wiped her tears, then stretched out her hand to rub the top of Chu Xiang's head, "Xiangxiang, stay here and stay with daddy. Can grandma go out for a while?"

"Okay," Chu Xiang nodded in agreement, then found a small stool and sat up.

And Song Wan walked out and went straight to the bathroom.

She turned on the faucet, not only splashing cold water on her face, but also to calm herself down. At this time, the faucet next to her also opened, and a green and delicate hand stretched out, and her fingers danced like water droplets. It was broken on her fingertips, and there was a diamond ring as big as a pigeon egg between the fingers of her left hand.

This hand is beautiful, but I don’t know who owns the fingers.

Song Wan poured some cold water on her face again. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar face in the mirror.

Her heart skipped a beat and her hair stood on end.

"It's you!"

"Well, it's me." The hand was still under the faucet, gently bouncing the water droplets, "I thought my aunt had forgotten me after so long?"

"Xia Ruoxin, what do you want?"

Song Wan was simply fed up with this kind of torture. Since this woman came back, she had not fallen asleep for several days. She knew that if she continued like this, she would either go crazy or die.

"Don't Auntie know what I want?" Xia Ruoxin took out a tissue from her bag and wiped her fingers carefully.

Song Wan was stunned, and there was some fear in her eyes.

"What do you want?" she asked again, almost screaming.

And the smile on Ruoxin's face finally disappeared.

"Auntie, didn't I tell you? If you hurt my daughter, I will hurt your son," the voice was very soft, but Song Wan couldn't help but feel frightened when she heard it.

"Auntie, tell me, are you distressed, are you sad, are you in pain?"

These words were like a curse, sending a chill down Song Wan's entire spine.