i really don't like you

I just didn't expect that Song Yi's "meeting the parents" part would come so soon.

Jiang Ying'an was hospitalized suddenly, so he met Song Yi face to face in the second hospital.

This day, I went to work as usual, and it involved some documents that had been piled up for several days and needed to be signed by Jiang Yingan. Jiang Yuebai went into the elevator dedicated to Jiang Yingan and went upstairs. When he saw someone, he put the documents on the table. Put: "These documents, please sign."

Jiang Ying'an didn't look up, and said, "How are you getting along with Song Yi recently?"

Jiang Yuebai was taken aback for a moment: "Very good, is there anything else? I'll go down first."

"Go." Jiang Ying'an said, raising her head slightly to drink the ginseng tea that was brewing next to her. Jiang Yuebai saw that his face was a little strange, she opened and closed her lips, but turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, that afternoon, the ambulance arrived at the hospital. It was called by the special assistant beside Jiang Ying'an. Jiang Yuebai ran out to look, only to see the unconscious Jiang Ying'an being carried into the ambulance by the medical staff. After a while, the car drove away. Let's go, he stood up to appease the restless employees, and when he returned to the office, he couldn't read half of the documents anymore.

Wechat rang, and Song Yi sent a message: "Uncle Jiang has been sent to the Second Hospital, Department of Neurosurgery."

Jiang Yuebai covered his hands, continued to work, and went to and from get off work as usual. When he arrived at the Second Hospital, he saw Song Yi. He sat down in the corridor and looked at him tiredly: "I've been working for several days in a row, and I'm exhausted. .”

Song Yi brought him a cup of warm tea, squeezed his shoulders, and handed over a CT scan: "The colleague over there took it from Shenwai, and it is preliminarily estimated that there is a tumor that is not too big or small in his brain."

Jiang Yuebai took it to watch it, but couldn't understand it, so she put down the film and looked at Song Yi: "Will you die?"

"It's not sure if it's benign or malignant."

"Oh" he returned the things, drinking the cup of tea silently, his eyes wandering.

"I'm on night shift tonight, so I can't accompany you." Song Yi said.

Jiang Yuebai looked at his tired eye circles, remembered that Song Yi had stayed up for several nights, and touched his face distressedly: "Have you eaten yet? Let me order you some takeaway?"

"No, I'm going to be on the operating table later, and I can't eat even if I cry."

"Yeah..." Jiang Yuebai thought for a while, then stood up: "Then I'll go back first."

Song Yi stared at him: "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"...Should I go?" Jiang Yuebai sighed, "I don't know either."

"In front of the disease, how can there be so much hatred?" Song Yi stepped forward and gently hugged him: "He is just a sick and fragile middle-aged man, nothing else. The ward is 311 on the third floor of the inpatient department .”

In front of Ward 311

Jiang Yuebai hesitated for a long time, but finally knocked on the door.

"Come in" Jiang Ying'an's voice came from inside

He went in, but found that Ouyang was also in the ward, looking at his posture, he seemed to be discussing something important with Jiang Ying'an, Jiang Yuebai was very surprised to see him: "You...why are you here? "

"Master" Ouyang bowed respectfully to him: "I'll report something to the master."

Jiang Yuebai felt awkward when he heard this title. How many years have passed, and Ouyang is still so conservative

Seeing him coming, Ouyang didn't stay long: "Then I'll go first."

When he left the ward, the father and son were left alone. Jiang Yuebai moved a stool and sat down beside the hospital bed, and looked at the full local fruit basket beside him: "Do you want an apple?"

Jiang Ying'an was resting with his eyes closed, and said, "Let's cut one."

He handed over the peeled apple, Jiang Yingan opened his eyes and glanced in his direction: "Did Song Yi ask you to come?"

"Forget it if you don't eat." Jiang Yuebai put the things back and got up impatiently: "Seeing that you are in good health, I won't disturb your rest."

"Hate me so much?" Jiang Ying'an asked in a deep voice, "It's been so many years, how long will you be so childish?"

"Childishness?!" Jiang Yuebai seemed to have heard a big joke: "My mother's death is such a trivial matter in your eyes?"

Xu Shi was ill, Jiang Ying'an was not as sharp and stubborn as before. Hearing this, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "You still think I killed Ruwei?"

Jiang Yuebai sneered: "Of course you haven't done anything, you haven't used a knife or a gun, but every time you ignored her when she was alive! Ignore! Turn a blind eye! Which one is not sharper than a knife? My mother handles it for you After living in this family for 20 years, I have to die for you in the end! Of course you didn’t kill her, but she died because of you.”

The more they talked, the more they couldn't control themselves. After ten years, their father and son talked about this matter again, quarreled, and complained. It seemed that they had returned to the night of Shen Ruwei's funeral. The pain was endless, and the dissatisfaction and resentment towards Jiang Ying'an also deepened.

When Jiang Ying'an heard the last word, he let out a long sigh.

Jiang Yuebai gasped and stood there, calming down. The ward was eerily quiet, but what broke the silence was Jiang Yuebai's sudden ringtone. He glanced at Jiang Yuebai three times printed on the screen. A word, answered wearily: "Sister."

"Baibai" Jiang Yueyue's voice was urgent: "I heard that... Dad is hospitalized? Is the situation serious?"

After talking briefly with Jiang Yuebai, Jiang Yuebai hung up the phone, and glanced at Jiang Ying'an who was lying on the bed: "Yue Yue won't be able to leave these two days, so I will ask for leave to see you in a few days."

Jiang Ying'an snorted, which once again ignited Jiang Yuebai's anger: "I hope you don't forget that you still have a daughter."

"I just want him to be my daughter! Otherwise—" Every time Jiang Ying'an talked about Jiang Yueyue, he always became more emotional, and he fell back on the bed again, panting: "I said, you begged for her So many replies, don't regret it."

"Otherwise what?!" Jiang Yuebai looked at him: "Where did Yueyue offend you? From childhood to adulthood, when did you take care of her?"

"Let's go." Jiang Ying'an calmed down and issued an order to evict the guest.Jiang Yuebai immediately turned to leave, but heard Jiang Ying'an say behind him:

"From now on, send the documents piled up in my office to the hospital every day after work, and you will deliver them yourself."

"I am very busy."

"This is a notification."

"Why?"

Jiang Ying'an said in a deep voice: "Just because your surname is Jiang, you are my only son, Jiang Ying'an, whether you recognize it or not."

Jiang Yuebai strode out of the ward, took a deep breath, and finally suppressed the anger in his stomach. After calming down, he brushed his hair and sent a message to Song Yi: "Are you still busy?"

Song Yi replied quickly: "There is still a minor operation, about two hours. You go back first, don't wait for me."

Jiang Yuebai sighed, said hello, and walked outside the hospital.

But in the dead of night, when Song Yi finished the operation and walked to the parking lot, she still saw Jiang Yuebai who was standing next to the car with her head down and kicking stones boredly. Seeing him coming, she smiled weakly: "Oh, Song Yi The doctor is so skilled that he left work 10 minutes earlier."

Song Yi walked over quickly: "You have been waiting here? Are you tired? Didn't I tell you to go back early?"

Jiang Yuebai gave a hush: "I'm tired, but I don't have anything to do when I go home, so I might as well wait here for you, I want to see you."

Song Yi gently hugged him: "Have you seen it?"

Jiang Yuebai buried herself in his arms and said "hmm": "You are alive and well, you have more than enough momentum, and you still have the strength to quarrel with me. The situation is much better than it looks to me."

"Shenwai is no different than general surgery. It's about the head. How can you tell it from the outside? But once you get sick, the situation is much more dangerous."

"Then will he do it?" Jiang Yuebai murmured: "Probably not. He has been very strong since he can remember. He is a good boss and a good leader in the eyes of outsiders, but he is not a good husband or father. He is so Will a powerful person be defeated by a tumor?"

Song Yi stopped talking, and took him into his arms again. The two hugged quietly in the parking lot for a while, and drove away after Jiang Yuebai's mood stabilized.

As for Jiang Yuebai, just as Jiang Yingan asked, after work every day, he had an extra task - to go to Jiang Yingan's office and help him send the backlog of documents to the hospital for him to sign personally. correction.

Although Jiang Ying'an was wearing a hospital gown, his complexion looked the same as usual, and he looked at the documents seriously, making it impossible to see that he was carrying something in his head that might be a dick.

This man was his father, the father he both loved and hated.

Jiang Yuebai was lost in thought at the side, neither of the father and son said a word, they were doing their own things, which was considered harmonious.

On this day, Jiang Yuebai came to deliver documents to Jiang Yingan as usual. Not long after, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, with thin sweat on his forehead, Ouyang suddenly appeared in black, with a smile on his calm face all year round. Feeling a little anxious, he paused when he saw Jiang Yuebai, then walked to Jiang Yingan's side hesitantly, and whispered something in his ear.

Jiang Ying'an obviously moved. After Ouyang finished speaking, he stood aside. Jiang Yuebai put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at him: "What happened?"

Ouyang didn't speak, but only looked at Jiang Ying'an on the hospital bed.

"Tell him." Jiang Ying'an said

Jiang Yuebai looked at Ouyang, who also looked at him, and said, "Miss Moon is missing."

"What?!" Jiang Yuebai stood up from the chair at once: "What is missing?!"

"She booked the ticket overnight last night. She came to City C. She probably came to visit the master, but she hasn't gotten on the bus yet. She probably disappeared on the way to the station."

Jiang Yuebai anxiously took out her mobile phone and called Jiang Yueyue: "How can a good person disappear?"

The display on the other end of the phone was off, and Jiang Yuebai was even more anxious: "Ouyang, is there any news?"

Ouyang hesitated: "It should be taken away by there."

"Which side?"

"Miss Moon's mother's house."

"..." Jiang Yuebai's mother's family was both familiar and unfamiliar to Jiang Yuebai.

But no matter what, since she was taken away there, at least it means that Jiang Yueyue's life is safe. Jiang Yuebai breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why did you take her away?"

Ouyang stopped talking again, and now Jiang Ying'an on the bed snorted coldly: "I told you earlier, if you release her from City A, you will regret it sooner or later."

The author has something to say: the story is coming to an end here, and I have been writing the ending slowly recently, but I have been too busy recently, so the writing is intermittent, and I hope that the day will not stop!There are not many chapters left in the article.