When Jiao Yang arrived at Mrs. Sheng's ward, she was making an uproar in the ward, and all the nurses guarding around her were kicked out by her, yelling to see her precious grandson.

Seeing Jiaoyang walking in, she sat up from the hospital bed in a jerk, and shouted hysterically: "Where is my Xiaojia, how is my Xiaojia? What did you do to him?" If she said suicide, she committed suicide. It must be her. She just can't see them well!

  Jiaoyang ignored her, called everyone around her away, then walked to Mrs. Sheng's bed, and carefully helped cover the quilt that had just been shaken off, just like a granddaughter who respects and loves her grandma.

  Old Madam Sheng looked at her in surprise.

  Jiao Yang looked up with a smile.

   "Any last words?"

"What did you say?!"

  The secretary gave Jiao Yang a surprised look, walked to the door, and closed the door.

   Mrs. Sheng started to panic in a rare way: "Come here, hurry up!"

   "Don't worry, no one will come, all the people in this hospital are mine."

Jiao Yang stood up, her eyes lowered her head calmly: "What are you so afraid of, didn't you look very fearless when you were looking for your grandson just now? Don't get me wrong, I just saw that you didn't want to live again. It looks like I’m going down, so I’m just asking you for your last words in advance.”

  Hearing what she said, the fearful expression in Mrs. Sheng's eyes disappeared a lot, and she returned to the previous expression that she didn't want to see when she saw her.

   "You should be glad that my old lady is fine today, otherwise my last words today are to give everything to Xiaojia, so that you won't get any money."

  Jiao Yang couldn't help laughing: "You don't really think that your words are of any use now, do you?"

  She bent down and squatted halfway in front of Mrs. Sheng's bed, smiling, with a nasty look on her face.

"You are already a useless person, dear grandma. Not to mention you, even the entire Sheng family can't do anything to me. The hospital is full of people. Haven't you been sober yet? Just like what was said on TV Yes, the Sheng family is not me, but I am the Sheng family."

  Madam Sheng's expression remained unchanged, but her hands on the bed sheet gradually tightened.

Jiaoyang caught her movement and twitched her mouth: "Now you, if you really want yourself and your precious grandson to live, you should think about how to please me and make me happy. I can still make you happy." Xiaojia is looking for a position in the Sheng family. If you remind me again and again that he still threatens me now, if I get angry, I might get rid of him regardless of brotherhood."

   As soon as the words fell, Mrs. Sheng's expression changed obviously: "Xiaojia. What did you do to Xiaojia?"

  The smile on the corner of Jiaoyang's mouth gradually faded.

   Sure enough, just as she thought, only by mentioning Sheng Jia can the old Mrs. Sheng be in chaos.

Thinking of this, she ticked the corners of her mouth again, and smiled viciously: "Grandma, you don't need to know what I did to him, you just need to know that now his life is in my hands, if I let him die he will He must die, and he can only live if I let him live. Do you know how I did it?"

   "You are dreaming!"

  Mrs. Sheng yelled hysterically, and rushed forward to grab her by the neck. The secretary next to her immediately came over and pinned her on the bed.

She was still twisting and struggling: "I knew it, it really was you, it really was you! Such a good child, how can you do anything! If you dare to do something to Xiaojia, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost you!"

Jiaoyang gave a "tsk" and looked at her incomprehensibly: "Now that things are going on, are you still willing to bow your head and beg me? Even for your grandson? I am really disappointed. I have been planning for so long, just for I saw the remorseful expression on your face in the end, but are you still obsessed with it?"

Mrs. Sheng sneered: "Let me beg you? You are dreaming! Let me tell you, even if you die, the Sheng family will not be yours! Every property in the Sheng family belongs to my only grandson Yes! The child raised outside is really a wolf ambition! At the beginning, I should have opposed it to the end, and I shouldn’t see you lose your parents when you were young, and then lead the wolf into the house in the end! Think about it, there is such a pair of parents who are ambitious and want to occupy the Sheng family. How much better will the child be born! As long as I go outside and tell you that you are not from the blood of the Sheng family at all, you will not even want to inherit a penny, let alone the position of president!"

  Jiao Yang was stunned, then turned to look at her: "What did you say?"

Mrs. Sheng smiled ferociously: "Don't you understand? Why you didn't get as much as your brother when you were young, because it didn't belong to you! Everything you got since you were a child, you think we have something for you Indebted, in fact, this is a gift to you out of pity! The one who really owes something should be Xiaojia. Originally, as the only child of the family, he can enjoy everything that the family should have, but you have to share everything Go a little further, you even covet the company that belongs to him, and you want to kill your adoptive family and your brother, shameless and ungrateful!"

  Jiao Yang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, the expression on his face was unclear.

   Turning his head to look at the secretary standing aside, the secretary turned his head quickly, indicating that he didn't hear anything.

  Jiao Yang once again stood up to Mrs. Sheng, smiling and covering her with the quilt again.

  Said sweetly: "Thank you grandma for not forgetting to solve my granddaughter's doubts in the end. The question that has been bothering me for so long finally has an answer."

  Old Madam Sheng snorted, before she had time to say anything, she was interrupted by Jiao Yang again.

   "Now, any last words?" she asked with a smile.

   This time, he laughed so hard.

  Jiao Yang rushed to the door of Sheng Jia's ward, the boy had already woken up, his skin was still pale.

  He leaned against the bed expressionlessly, his face still lifeless. The cut place on the wrist was wrapped with gauze. Father Sheng was feeding him porridge, and he seemed to be eating it very unwillingly.

  Jiao Yang looked at this scene, and couldn't tell whether she felt regret or joy.

  Pushing the door and entering, Sheng Jia's eyes lit up the moment he saw her.

"sister"

   In the middle of shouting, as if thinking of something, his throat became dry, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

   "Jiaoyang?" Father Sheng stood up from the chair and watched her walk in, "The nurse at the front desk just said, did you go to see grandma?"

  Jiao Yang let out a casual "hmm", stepped in, and looked at Sheng Jia.

   In her sight, the boy lowered his head little by little, his eyes flushed.

   "Why do you do that?" she asked.