Lao Gong is a crybaby

No matter how much Sang Ran hates him, he must let him know the truth, and he will spend the rest of his life to make it up to him, even if he can't get his forgiveness, he still wants to do something for him as a father.

"Sangyue, I don't ask for your forgiveness, but I beg you to let me do something for you. This is what I owe you."

Sang Yue resisted the desire to vomit, the reason why she wasted so much talking with him here was to make him say this sentence.

Now that the goal has been achieved, she doesn't want to stay with him for another moment, "I just said, there is one thing I want to ask you."

"Tell me." Tan Xuancheng put up 12 points of energy, as long as he could help them, no matter what it was, he would do his best to achieve it.

"Take your son, Tan Minze, get as far away as possible, and never appear in front of Sang Ran again."

Her words shattered his enthusiasm and made him extremely sad, with crystal tears shining in his brown eyes, "Xiaoyue, can't you give me a chance to make up for it?"

Sang Yue's eyes were extremely cold, "Don't call me so disgusting."

She pointed hard at the ground under her feet, the muscles on her face tensed, she gritted her teeth and said in hatred: "This is the opportunity! A chance to save your son!"

Her ferocious face made Tan Xuan feel ashamed, and he still underestimated Sang Yue's hatred for him.

Realizing that she was out of control, Sang Yue raised her head and blinked her wet eyes to cool down the churning blood, then took out her mobile phone from her pocket, took out the photo and put it in front of Tan Xuancheng.

"Both of them are your children. If you don't want them to be ruined in this life, you can take Tan Minze away. I don't have the energy and financial conditions to let Sang Ran transfer to another school, but this is nothing to you, right?"

His brain stopped working for a moment, his nose fluttered, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone, and he was almost out of breath.

The photo turned into a black screen, showing his flustered face.

Sang Yue took back her mobile phone, "Please." She walked by, leaving him alone and messy.

Tan Xuancheng took a deep breath, grabbed the armrest, and propped up his exhausted body. The winding veins on the back of his hand seemed to be his chaotic thoughts at the moment.

Is this retribution?

Thick dark clouds pressed down from the northwest, fine and dense rain slanted on the glass, and in the blink of an eye, lightning and thunder thundered, and heavy rain poured down.

Tan Minze drew the bed curtain in the room airtight, and squatted on the ground leaning on the bed alone, his thin shoulders trembling.

If she hadn't let go of him then, Sang Ran wouldn't have fallen down the stairs.

Why are you so useless?

"Sang Ran..." He buried his head in the crook of his arms, only showing a pair of pitiful red and swollen eyes, and called him sadly, but unfortunately that person couldn't hear him.

Tan Xuancheng sat in the car for a whole afternoon, the screen of his phone turned on and off, and he went back and forth countless times.

He tried to free himself from thinking about those terrible things, but he couldn't do it. All he could see were the cold and pale corridors of the hospital.

What lingers in my mind is that absurd photo.

Sang Yue's words played back in his ears over and over again, like a sharp knife around his neck, forcing him to make painful choices.

He finally knocked on Tan Minze's door, "Minze, I have something to tell you, can I come in?" His deep voice was full of sadness and exhaustion.

After waiting for too long, Tan Minze opened the door, and the two were in a dark room, but no one asked to turn on the light.

The darkness is just right, and no one can clearly see the emotions on anyone's face that they don't want to be noticed.

Tan Xuancheng moved his lips, but he didn't say a word. The person in question didn't say a word, but Tan Minze, the person being sought, spoke first.

"Uncle... Sang Ran, is he out of danger?" He had entered Sang Yue's number countless times, and finally cleared all the numbers timidly.

Sang Ran's life and death are unknown, but he doesn't even have the courage to ask Sang Yue.

He turned his face to one side, with two deep vertical lines between his brows, "Going to the intensive care unit." The ending sounded a little crying, which sounded a bit weird, at least, Tan Minze had never heard such a fragile voice like his .

"Intensive Care Unit...what do you mean?" He stared at Tan Xuancheng with wide eyes without blinking in the dark, his fingernails dug deep between his fingers, and his constricted heart reached his throat.

Please...he's fine...

Tan Xuancheng supported his forehead wearily, closed his eyes and sighed: "I haven't woken up yet..." He will never forget the lifeless face wrapped in bandages on the hospital bed.

Tan Minze collapsed, and he grabbed Tan Xuancheng's arm with all his strength, "What do you mean you didn't wake up? Uncle...can you explain clearly...what happened to Sang Ran?" His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally only intermittent whimper.

"Min Ze..." He couldn't bear it, "Sang Ran will be fine, he will wake up."

What was he going to say?transfer?

Sang Ran hasn't been out of danger yet, so what's the point of talking about it now?

He took Tan Minze's hand off his arm, and said weakly, "Go to bed early, and remember to go back to school tomorrow."

After Tan Xuancheng left, he was the only one left alone in the room. He was like a body without a soul, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground and retreated an inch stiffly, and there was nothing in his dim eyes.

sugar……

He suddenly knelt down to the side of the bed, hurriedly opened the drawer, and fumbled impatiently inside with trembling hands.

Where?Where exactly?

He bit his lip, weeping uncontrollably.

"Boom—" He pushed the drawer back violently, and hurriedly searched in the next drawer. His fingertips accidentally touched the cold glass jar. He seemed to have found his heart, and took it out with a treasure. Hold it in your arms, no one can take it away.

The muddy rainwater accumulated on the road, and the wheels ran over, splashing people's high water.

His slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel impatiently, and Yang Jingcheng counted the seconds of the red light in his heart. His already serious face was now as cold as ice.

Didn't he know that Yang Jue was so bold that the words "human life is at stake" really meant nothing to him?

At Yang Gun's house, Su Yan smashed everything she could move, and the scattered hair was floating on her forehead. She looked like a deranged "crazy woman" as others said.

She pointed at the bleeding Yang Ju and cursed: "Crazy! Beast!"

Her eyes flustered, she grabbed her hair in fear, and choked up, "Murderer... I gave birth to a murderer..."

Yang Ju couldn't care about his bleeding forehead, Su Yan's current mental state seemed to be too bad, he approached her cautiously, and called softly: "Mom... Mom... look at me, I'm Xiao Ju ah……"

Su Yan seemed to be in the harsh winter, trembling and sobbing, she slowly raised her head, but when she saw Yang Gun's blood-stained face, she let out a piercing scream.

"Bang——" the door was pushed open suddenly, making a loud noise, and Yang Jingcheng rushed in, but the scene in the room was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Such a movement seemed to make Su Yan recover a little bit of consciousness. She took the hand next to her ear and looked at him ignorantly, "Why are you here?"

Looking at the mess on the ground, combined with Su Yan's scream just now, he should have thought that Yang Jue wanted to hurt Su Yan, so he didn't say anything, just picked up his collar and punched him with a sullen face.

Yang Ju fell to the ground, eyes full of disbelief, Yang Jingcheng knelt down and mercilessly pulled his hair to force him to look at him.

"Are you a beast?" The low hoarse voice gave off a dangerous signal, and he might try to fix this unscrupulous person again at any time.

Su Yan turned pale with shock, rushed to push him away, and protected the dying Yang Ju in his arms, filled with righteous indignation: "You are an animal! He is your own son! How did you manage to hit him so hard!"

She completely forgot who made the things that smashed on Yang Ju just now.

Yang Ju, who was hugged by her, couldn't feel any warmth at all, but felt that the hug was more and more icy cold.

Unprecedented fear engulfed him. He hugged Su Yan tightly, trying to transfer all the heat from his body to her. He began to speak incoherently, "Mom, stop talking about Mom, can you take a rest? Don't think about anything, okay? I Can I listen to you in the future? Don't think about anything. "

Su Yan's reaction was half a beat slow, he twisted his neck stiffly and lightly pressed on the top of Yang Jue's hair, he closed his eyes in pain, and salty tears rolled down his face, "Little Juan..."

Yang Jingcheng was left out in the cold, he seemed like an outsider, there was no room for him here.

The scene of the two sympathizing with each other was like a thorny cane whip, lashing his heart hard, and the suffocating pain made him feel a little regret.

regret what?

He regretted that he shouldn't have compromised with his family, betrayed An Ruofei, and ruined Su Yan.

I still regret that since I have a family, I didn't give the family a little bit of warmth, and didn't give the child the fatherly love he deserved.

No matter which side it is, it is ultimately his fault.

He silently exited the room full of sadness. What he couldn't do back then, he still couldn't do now.

I didn't want to before, but now I don't have the qualifications.

He walked for less than an hour, when someone knocked on the door again, and there was a resounding siren downstairs.

Su Yan sat motionless on the sofa for an hour, and Yang Jue sat beside her for an hour, scratching his head.

Hearing the knock on the door, she finally had some reaction, but was stopped by Yang Jue when she was about to get up.

He held her hand in fear, face ashen, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "Mom, don't open the door, Mom..."

He heard the sirens too much, and was caught by the police last time, but this time he felt extremely uneasy.

Su Yan looked at him with no emotion at all. In her eyes, Yang Ju saw boundless darkness, and it was himself who had lost everything and was covered with sinful shackles.

In the end, Su Yan withdrew her hand. She opened the door of the living room and watched the police take Yang Gun away and smashed the treasure she had guarded for more than ten years with her own hands.

It is also like completely abandoning the hope of being alive.