15

Han Ruo drove the car, Zhong Yu sat in the backseat holding the lemon and kept looking down at the child, his face somber. Han Ruo said softly, “It’s just an allergy, nothing will happen.”

Lemon grunted, “I don’t want to turn into a marijuana child.”

The corners of Zhong Yu’s cold, hard mouth finally rose in an arc, “Has Lemon ever had a mango allergy before?” He carefully caged her in his arms, vaguely restraining the boiling heart of the moment.

Lemon beamed, “I don’t know. Mom doesn’t seem to have given me that juice.”

Zhong Yu’s heart seemed to have been hit by something strong, he pursed the corners of his lips tightly, “Your mom is right.” He exhaled.

Han Ruo looked at him through the rearview mirror, vaguely feeling something strange in his heart.

After the doctor examined him, he said with relief, “It’s not much, hang a bottle of water, the effect will be faster.”

Zhong Yu looked at those small red spots on Lemon’s body, his brows still knitted tightly.

The female doctor said, “You as parents in the child’s diet should also pay attention to some, since the child is allergic to these allergens should be avoided.”

Zhong Yu was silent for a moment, “Trouble.” Han Ruo was slightly stunned.

When Jian Mo received a call from Nie Qing Ran, she had just ordered a cup of coffee, and when she heard her voice, the faintly familiar timbre made her hand involuntarily tremble, splashing the palm-sized imprint on her dress.

Hanging up the phone, she tried to calm the waves churning in her mind.

Lemon had a history of mango allergies, when she was three. She sat there quietly, motionless for a long time before her eyes slowly moved.

Nie Qingran said over the phone, “The child has been sent to the Chinese hospital.”

Her throat was like being scorched by a large cup of hot water, pain suffocating her, and there was a kind of speechless frustration surging up bit by bit. There seemed to be a voice in her heart saying, this is fate, no one can escape.

She glanced over her face and looked at the scenery outside the window, the pupils of her eyes were unfocused in general, and when she finally came back to her senses, she picked up the cup of coffee and drank it all in one go. In the hospital.

Although the allergy is not a big deal, the Zhou family in the end overreacted. The three members of the Zhou family were all by Lemon’s side. Zhou Jincheng had a hard time in his heart, “Lemon, I’ll blow on you and it won’t hurt anymore.”

Lemon tilted her head, “But I’m not in pain.”

“Then I’ll rub it for you.”

Nie Qing Ran couldn’t look away, her own son was like a little servant, she walked over and held his hand, “Jincheng, there’s nothing wrong with Lemon, it’s just an allergy, just like the one you had in the spring.”

Zhou Jincheng sighed, “How come I’m not allergic today?” His tangled tone hated the fact that he was allergic too. Nie Qingran pursed the corners of her lips and looked up at her husband.

Zhou Weiping said calmly, “This allergy isn’t something fun, Jincheng don’t fool around.”

Zhou Jincheng held his face.

The ward was quiet, the sunlight through the blinds only hit in the class curtains, the floor sprinkled with specks of light. The door gently opened at this time, and Jian Mo walked in, calmly sweeping over the people in the room.

Time seemed to have stood still.

“Mom–” Lemon called out, but it woke up the people in the room.

Jian Mo lightly glanced at those people, without lingering too much, walked to her daughter’s side, scrutinized her skin, “Is there anywhere else that is uncomfortable?”

Lemon shook her head, “Mom, I’m so dizzy.”

Jane Mo looked at the syringe on the back of her daughter’s hand and couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken, she gently stroked her hair, “Mommy will accompany you to sleep for a while.” Lemon obediently closed the corner of her eyes.

At this time, the room stood people each with their own thoughts stunned there. Zhou Weiping from the moment Jian Mo came in, his eyes did not leave her, Nie Qing Ran bit her lip, ten fingers tightly clenched. Looking at Jian Mo’s face that resembled her mother’s, she couldn’t help but think of what happened many years ago.

“Xiao Ruo, take Jin Cheng back, he hasn’t eaten yet.” Nie Qingran said calmly.

Han Ruo was a bit stunned, “Good.” Zhou Jincheng was unwilling, he wanted to stay in the hospital.

“Go back with sister.” Nie Qing Ran’s face went cold, it was the first time she had spoken to her son in such a tone. It was probably because she had touched an old wound.

Zhou Weiping calmed down, slowly hiding the shock he had just felt, he knew that this was not the time to speak. Glancing at Jian Mo, then turning back to meet Nie Qing Ran’s probing gaze, he said, “Go back first.”

The corner of Nie Qing Ran’s mouth moved, she would not thin Zhou Weiping’s face in front of the others, but there were some things she still had to say, “Ms. Jian, we were negligent today, I’m sorry. We are responsible for the child’s medical expenses.”

Zhou Weiping frowned at her words.

Jane Mo still maintained the same posture she had just taken, her voice was a bit tired, “Mrs. Zhou, you’ve taken the trouble. How can I be so kind as to let you pay for the medical expenses.” Her light tone instead made Nie Qingran feel like she was hitting a ball of cotton.

“Go back.” Zhou Weiping threw two words and quickly walked towards the door.

“I won’t disturb the child’s rest, we’ll see her next time.” Nie Qing Ran finished speaking and left.

The room fell into silence for a while.

Zhong Yu’s face sank in and out, he looked deeply at her, Jian Mo naturally felt the burning light behind her, she just gently stroked the child’s forehead.

He took a step to her side, pondered for a long time before he spoke out, “Mango allergy, what a coincidence, I also have it.” Extra.

How could she not know. They’d had a long summer together, and yet she remembered things about him. Like the fact that he liked light food and was a picky eater, and the fact that he loved grapes but hated peeling them. At that time, Jane Mo would always be in a good mood to peel the grapes for him. Only later, she never ate vinegar grapes again.

There was also his mango allergy from drinking the mango juice she squeezed.

“Lemon’s mango allergy is inherited from my husband.”

Jian Mo was surprisingly calm, a trace of long hair falling on her cheek at the corner of her forehead, she slowly turned around and met his eyes, silently waiting for his next words.

Zhong Yu’s eyes instantly turned cold, his jaw tensed, “Jane Mo, you hate me?”

Jane Mo was stunned for a second, blinking before reacting to what she said. Hate? She did hate. When she heard those words from him, her heart was like a knife cutting through blood.

Where could hate come from without love? But who could blame?

“Bureau Zhong, why do you need to remember the past in your heart.” This is how she advised herself in these years.

Zhong Yu was choked by her words, he frowned, his gaze lingered on her face, scrutinizing her every subtle expression, “Lemon is my child.” His tone was completely declarative.

Jian Mo narrowed her eyes, “How come. Bureau Zhong, perhaps I didn’t mention that Lemon’s last name is Ning, and her first name is Ning Shanyu.” She pulled the corner of her mouth and put up her left hand, “Ning Qingyuan and I registered four years ago.”

“Married with a son.”

Zhong Yu’s face sank bit by bit, as if it was the eve of a storm, “You think I’ll believe you when you say that?” He forced down his anger. Every word from Jian Mo pushed him to the edge of eruption.

“Believe it or not is up to you.” Jane Mo got up and adjusted the speed of the infuser slower, her voice softly and softly, “I don’t understand, obviously in the beginning you were just-” she lagged her tone a little obscure, “just toying with me, why do you need to be so entangled now? ”

Zhong Yu’s chest lurched, he pursed his lips.

“I’m nothing more than a pawn in your game, I’ll be discarded in the end.” She struggled to swallow her throat, “Zhong Yu, it doesn’t even matter if Lemon is your child or not.”

Zhong Yu listened to her words in a trance, clearly a gentle tone, every sentence seemed like a sharp sword, straight into his heart.

He looked at the color of her chest. He looked at the coffee marks staining her chest, once the traces are left behind they are hard to eliminate.

“You’ve never been short of women, and in the future you’ll have a wife who’s a good match for you, and you’ll have children of your own.”

“Enough!” Zhong Yu let out a stern scare, “This is my business. Jian Mo, I’m only asking you, is the lemon my child? Yes or no?” He looked at her dead on.

Jian Mo’s back was straight, meeting his gaze without fear, “No.”

There was silence for a few seconds.

“Good.” He coldly hooked the corner of his mouth, “Jian Mo, remember your words today. I forgot to mention that the doctor just drew blood for Lemon.”

She bit her lip, having already tasted a hint of blood, she coldly stared at his slightly thin face, “Zhong Yu, on what basis are you?”

On what basis is he? Zhong Yu was extremely angry, Zhong Lang gave him the information, Jane Mo is not married at all, and she in order to cover up the identity of the lemon even bullshit, his internal organs are like a balloon that is about to be burst.

The sword in the quiet ward was drawn, and the sound of lemon’s ravings seemed to be a dose of tonic, “Itchy, mom, lemon itchy ……”

Jane Mo’s heart instantly softened, she helplessly turned around, “As you wish.”

Walking over for so many years, she understands the saying, the boat is naturally straight.

Zhong Yu convergence of color, the corners of the mouth moved, looking at the lemon frowning eyebrows, he was full of anger also gradually calmed down, and then looked at Jane Mo’s cool back, he was ultimately unable to lighten up. For a moment his mind already had an idea.

He let out a slight sigh, “I’ll go order some food.”

“No need.” Jian Mo coldly rebuffed.

Zhong Yu gritted his teeth, “I’ll go buy it for my daughter.”