Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Hearing the movement, the old man turned his head slowly.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is skinny, there is no flesh on his face, and his eyes are round and big, inexplicably frightening.

The old man's mobility was very slow, his eyes slowly fell on Jiang Qingchi.

Yan Nian put Jiang Qingchi down.

"Qingchi, my name is grandma."

"Good grandma."

Facing such a scrawny old lady, Jiang Qingchi was not afraid, but looked at her ignorantly.

Ma Xueyan threw the cigarette **** into the corner and wiped out the few remaining cigarette butts.

"Your son?"

"Grandma, why do you say ‘your son’? Shouldn’t you say ‘my grandson’?"

Hearing this, Ma Xueyan slowly raised her lips and smiled.

"It's up to you... is a clever master."

"Have you paid for the surgery?"

Ma Xueyan was suffering from lymphoma, and when it was found out, it was already at an advanced stage.

I had an operation not long ago, but the operation failed and the cancer cells spread.

Yannian heard what Ma Xueyan’s card friend said about this matter.

"Well, your husband paid me all."

Yannian was stunned.

He laughed in the next second.

"He, really."

She really did not know what to say about him!

Angrily and moved, and want to laugh and feel sad.

"Your husband, he is better tempered than your dad, and he can keep his temper. If you marry him, you marry the right person."

"Well, but my dad is not bad too. I remember he was very good to you before, so I never doubted that you are not my biological mother."

"Yes……"

Ma Xueyan's thoughts drifted away, holding the chair with trembling fingers, and sighed.

"Because he behaves so well, it makes me feel that he also loved me."

Loved me too.

Therefore, Ma Xueyan also loved her words.

Yannian looked up at the ceiling without turning away, her red eyes condensed with water.

Her eyes turned back and forth several times, but the tears did not flow down.

What is love anyway?

Are you sorrowful, vigorous, or sorrow alone like you are now?

"I'll wash your face, your face is a little gray."

Yan Nian helped Ma Xueyan up from the wicker chair and onto the wheelchair aside.

Jiang Qingchi also helped her mother to support her grandma.

With a pair of watery eyes, the little guy looked at his mother and then at Ma Xueyan.

Ma Xueyan seemed to like Jiang Qingchi very much, and smiled, "There are candies on the tea table, which I can give to children."

"No, he's changing his teeth. Recently, he won't let him eat sweets."

"Mom, I'd better eat, or grandma will be sad!"

"Then you go and eat one piece. Only one piece is allowed. After eating, you can watch TV on the sofa."

"Good mom!"

Jiang Qingchi is very good, he doesn't make noises, he won't be like some children, crying in a strange place.

He is very sensible, very polite, and knows how to respect people. Yannian feels very pleased.

"You educated him very well."

"No, Jiang Beiyuan educates him well, he is stricter at home, and he doesn't laugh."

"I think so."

"Heh, am I so naive?!"

Yannian smiled and talked with Ma Xueyan, rolled up his sleeves, dampened a towel with warm water, and wiped Ma Xueyan's face.

Looking at it so close, I realized that Ma Xueyan really lost too much weight.

Chemo, suffer.

"When you were young, your dad said that you must marry someone who can tolerate you... Otherwise, you have a weird temper, and the average man can't hold it."