Chapter 207 Husband's white moonlight likes me (107)

  Zhou Zixiu shook her hand, loosened the tie around his neck, and walked out the door without looking back.

   Ran Yan lowered her head, as if depressed.

  As the door closed with a "click", she suddenly raised her head, looked at the desktop computer next to her, took out the USB flash drive, and raised her mouth.

  Jiao Yang hurried to the hospital, half-running in, listening to the phone all the way: "What's going on?"

Father Sheng's voice came from the phone: "Xiao Jia found out that he had committed suicide in his room in the afternoon. The last person he saw was you. What did you tell him? Let him commit suicide! And your grandma Because of your brother’s incident, he suffered from high blood pressure again and was sent to the hospital, and the family is in a mess now.”

   "It's none of my business, and that old woman will make trouble, she is the one who doesn't want Xiao Jia to live." Jiao Yang complained.

"What did you say?!"

   "It's nothing," Jiao Yang tickled the corner of his mouth, "Then how is Xiao Jia's situation now?"

   "Your brother has just been sent to the hospital for rescue, and I don't know if he can be saved."

   Father Sheng's voice was filled with rare anxiety, with tears in his eyes.

   "Come here quickly. This is very likely, and this is the last time you will see your brother."

"I see."

   Jiaoyang said, and hung up the phone.

  When she arrived, there was already a circle of people around the door. Father Sheng who was standing at the door looked at her with red eyes.

   "You are here, Jiaoyang."

  The man who had always shown himself as a majestic man rarely showed a vulnerable side, and looked at her with a little dependence that he didn't even know he had.

  A father, dependent on his daughter?

  Jiao Yang sneered. Yes, how could he not rely on her. After her grandfather passed away, she was the one who carried the whole family, led the company to where it is today, and she was the one who dealt with all the pressure from the outside world.

  She was only twelve years old at that time. Eight years have passed before the Sheng family came into existence. These people enjoy everything openly, even though she is a girl, a girl who is not valued, how can they not rely on her? What's more, Mrs. Sheng has also had an accident now. It's really only her.

   Otherwise, faced with the situation before him, this always-favorite father would have rushed to her, lifted her collar, and questioned what she had done to her younger brother.

  Jiaoyang walked over step by step, but suddenly stopped.

   Suddenly awake.

  Yeah, only her now

   "Jiao Yang, Jiao Yang?"

  Father Sheng woke her up with a tired voice, Jiaoyang raised his eyes, tilted his head, and looked at him.

He seemed to be ten years older all of a sudden: "Go and see Xiaojia, now is the time for him to fight against death, he has always cared about you, seeing you as a sister and going to see him, maybe he will be happy. "

  Jiao Yang didn't speak, just lying on the door of the room, looking at the rescued teenager in the operating room.

  The young man's face was pale, and he had long lost the freshness of the past, which was the most impressive in her memory, and the arrogant expression that showed off his sense of existence was gone. There was no life at all on his face, and even when he closed his eyes, he could feel the intense sadness and deep despair in him.

   "Why?" She asked lightly.

  Father Sheng froze for a moment, not understanding what she meant: "What?"

   "Why save him, I don't understand."

  Jiao Yang turned her head and looked at him faintly.

   "What did you say?" Father Sheng was stunned at first, and then furious.

   "Do you know what you're talking about, Sheng Jiaoyang?"

   "Don't rush to get angry, I'm just purely puzzled."

  She turned her head away, ignoring his angry expression, and continued talking.

"Everyone's birth is the product of their parents' selfishness. Without the consent of their children, they make their own decisions and lead their children into the world. Children do not have the right to choose whether to exist or not, it is the parents' choice , Parents owe their children from birth, so they need to raise their children for eighteen years. It is said that parents love their children by nature. In my opinion, it is better to say that they owe their children. Therefore, anyone who has a little bit of shame Parents, you should be kind to yourself, because this is the sin they committed."

  Father Sheng looked at her in astonishment, while Jiao Yang lowered his head and continued to speak calmly.

   "The above are all things that I have figured out, but there is still one thing that I can't figure out."

  She raised her head: "Why save him?"

"Since a person no longer has the right to choose to be born, why should he stop his determination to die? Isn't it right to respect the will of others? Since a person has chosen to die, it can only show that there is no one in this world worthy of his nostalgia. Living can no longer make him happy, so why save him? Therefore, parents are the most selfish people. Selfishly brought him into this world, and now, selfishly force him to live for himself Go down, tsk, how shameless."

  Jiao Yang sneered, and then walked outside the hospital amid Father Sheng's dumbfounded expression.

"where you go?"

  Father Sheng panicked all of a sudden: "This is really likely to be the last time I see your brother. Are you going to stop spending time with him?"

   "No need."

  Jiao Yang smiled and looked at him: "Didn't you have Dad to accompany him?"

   "Then where are you going?" Father Sheng shouted towards the back of the door.

"I?"

  The corner of her mouth ticked upwards, but then retracted.

   "Of course there are more important things to do."

  As soon as he walked out of the hospital, the reporters surrounded by the door rushed up all at once, overwhelming the crowd.

  The secretary and assistants were busy chasing people away, but to no avail.

  The crowd of people almost obliterated the thin girl in the middle, Jiao Yang with her hands in her pockets, walked in a narrow path opened by dozens of people, with a calm expression.

  The flashes kept flickering, but there were still reporters unwilling to squeeze in, and the assistants gradually became impatient.

   "What are you filming? You have said that private matters should not be published in the media. Are you deaf?"

  On weekdays, Mr. Sheng has a good relationship with the media. Now that something happened at home, they wish they could all come forward and share a piece of meat. In a daze, it was like returning to ten years ago, when the old Patriarch had just passed away.

In the end, there was a fish that slipped through the net, held up a camera in front of her, and asked: "Mr. Sheng, the accident happened at the same time with your grandma and younger brother who are in competition with your company. Are you related to this incident? And they Would you feel guilty if someone died because of this?"

   "Damn it." The secretary hurriedly tried to drive him away.

  Jiao Yang raised her head, faced the camera, and smiled brightly.

   "Not at all."

  (end of this chapter)