Madam leg hurts please hug

"Yueyue, I can't go out these few days, how are Madam and Sir?" Aunt Chen asked anxiously after An Xiaoyue.

An Xiaoyue walked to the location of the safe that Li Xiangyun had mentioned, opened the safe, and took out the card inside.

Aunt Chen was shocked when she saw it, "Yueyue, I heard from my wife that this is the life-saving money she secretly saved! What are you doing with this?"

An Xiaoyue didn't have time to explain to her, so she put the card into her bag and said, "Aunt Chen, my dad needs help now!"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Chen asked in shock, "Huh? What's wrong with Mr. An?"

"I don't have time to explain to you. The hospital is still waiting for me to pay the bill. I have to leave first, or the reporters will come over later." An Xiaoyue hurried downstairs after speaking.

"Yueyue!" Aunt Chen called to stop her, "Wait for me."

After a while, Aunt Chen took out a bank card from her room, "Yueyue, this is a little money I've saved over the years, I hope I can help you."

An Xiaoyue looked at Aunt Chen's bank card wrapped in a small handkerchief, and felt sore, "Aunt Chen, I can't take this. This is the money you saved so hard. You can keep it."

"Yueyue." Aunt Chen put the bank card in An Xiaoyue's hand, "I have been in An's house for so many years, you, Madam and Mr. An, treat me like a family, and now you are in trouble, how can I not care about it?" Woolen cloth."

"Take it." Aunt Chen smiled kindly, "After this difficulty is over, it won't be too late to return it to me later."

An Xiaoyue had a sore nose and almost cried, "Thank you, Aunt Chen."

Aunt Chen patted her hand, "Go now."

Holding the card, An Xiaoyue quickly slipped out before the group of reporters came back.

The card Aunt Chen gave contained 10 yuan, and the bank card of her parents was more than 60 yuan. Adding An Xiaoyue's money, it was only less than 80 yuan.

The operation fee needs 150 million, which is far from enough.

With the money, An Xiaoyue returned to the hospital.

Standing at the payment gate, she said apologetically to the nurse who charged, "I'll pay the money first, and I will make up the rest as soon as possible. Can you give me a little more time?"

The nurse gave her a fee bill and said, "The patient's condition cannot be delayed, and it will be very difficult for us if the fee is not paid in full. You should go and raise money as soon as possible."

"Okay!" An Xiaoyue nodded gratefully, "Thank you!"

In a place like a hospital, time is life and so is money.

Hospitals cannot save everyone, and hospitals have their own rules.

Without money, many people can only face giving up treatment.

An Xiaoyue stood in the hospital lobby, watching the hasty flow of people coming and going, and clenched her fists tightly.

She only has her parents, and she can't let her father give up treatment because he has no money.

No matter what, she must raise money to save her father!

The evening sun shone on the person, casting long shadows.

Standing in this familiar yet unfamiliar place again, An Xiaoyue was dazed for a moment.

In the past few years, she has entered and exited countless times, and now counting her fingers, she has not been here for two months.

In a place that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, there was a strange smell in the air.

The Fortune Mansion is not only in Beijing, but even the most luxurious wealthy district in the country.

She stood at the door, paused for a long time, then raised her footsteps and walked in slowly.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for two months, the people in the duty room recognized her immediately, and immediately greeted her politely when she entered the door, "Hello, Mrs. Mo!"

An Xiaoyue was taken aback for a moment, as if she had returned to the time when she and Gong Yumo hadn't divorced two months ago.

She is still the respected Mrs. Mo.

She nodded and smiled slightly to the people in the duty room, and then walked towards Mo's house.

After skillfully pressing a series of passwords, the door unlocked with a "beep--".

She slowly opened the door, and just half a step in, she felt dizzy.

All the old memories rolled towards her like snowballs, catching her off guard.

There was a burst of familiarity blowing towards her face, which was a sense of familiarity that blended into her blood.

The mansion that had been desolate for two months was covered with a thin layer of dust.

Nothing in the house has changed, it is exactly the same as when she left.

As if she was out of control, she walked slowly towards the second floor, and the moment she pushed away from the bedroom, there was a violent contraction in her heart, like a needle prick.

The wedding photos of her and Gong Yumo were impressively displayed in the bedroom.

In the photo, she is wearing a pure white wedding dress, like a princess. That wedding dress was designed by Gong Yumo from the world's top designers. It is the only one in the world, and it is worth several luxury houses in Beijing.

In the photo, he has beautiful facial features and an outstanding temperament. His neat suit perfectly outlines his perfect figure.The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

An Xiaoyue thought, at that time, he should be happy.

In the short two months, too many things happened, and An Xiaoyue didn't have the words "Gong Yumo" in her mind for a long time, and she didn't have time to be sad and miss her previous marriage.

If she hadn't pushed the door open again, she thought, maybe she would soon forget Gong Yumo's face.

Time is the antidote, if she is infected with Gong Yumo's poison, one day time will lead her to quit.

The strawberries in the yard have already withered, like a handful of hay.

More than half of the other flowers and plants are dead, except for some tenacious grasses that are still struggling, and those delicate flowers have withered.

Just like her marriage with Gong Yumo.

In the untended front yard, a lot of weeds grew, protruding from the cracks in the blue marble, growing luxuriantly, making this mansion even more desolate.

An Xiaoyue returned to the entrance of the living room, her gaze fell on the counter at the entrance.

On it was the black card she left two months ago, Gong Yumo's wallet, and a stack of bank cards in the wallet.

She took one of the black cards, and then slammed the door of the Mo residence.

Her father is now lying in the hospital and is in urgent need of money. If there is no other way, she thinks that she may never come back to ask for half a cent from Gong Yumo.

Compared with her lofty dignity, her father's life is more important.

A text message came from the phone.

The bony hands picked up the phone from the table, opened the message, and it was a withdrawal text message.

A full 100 million.

Gong Yumo stared at the message above for a while, then called Zhou Linran.

"How's she doing?" he asked.

Zhou Linran was busy going to the meeting, flipping through the materials while holding his mobile phone, "It's pretty good."

"No, she must have something to do." Gong Yumo said firmly, "She just withdrew a sum of money from the bank card. Did she encounter any difficulties?"

"Isn't it normal to withdraw money?" Zhou Linran asked.

"She can even change the divorce agreement, and she didn't ask for a single cent of the divorce. How could she take away a sum of money at this time?" Gong Yumo frowned and said worriedly, "She has always been like this, unless it is absolutely necessary. , she won't touch my money easily."

"However, I haven't heard anything about her recently." Zhou Linran said, "I have hired a publicist at a high price to suppress those news."

"I'm still worried, go and help me see her."