Chapter 3

Smell speech, thin inclined heart Tears general pain, the whole body is shivering.

"She... She is not in good condition in the afternoon. As long as the money is in place... She can be treated and recover."

Thin tilted and murmured, unwilling to accept the facts in front of him.

On the other hand, the little nurse sighed again, "Hey, my aunt is also very poor. She didn't see her son at the last glance. It was her husband and little three who refused to accept treatment. They fought for it and stopped all treatment directly. My aunt breathed on the spot, which is also the death notice signed by them."

After looking around, the little nurse sighed and said, "it's said that the original match doesn't die, and the little three can't enter the door. It's really a family of three just now. The little three children are big, no smaller than the aunt's son. Tut tut... This is a rich family. It's really not a place for us to survive. It's terrible."

"What are you talking about?" Bo Qing finally recovered from his extreme grief and looked at the little nurse. "What child?"

The little nurse was stunned and said, "it's my aunt's husband and little three's daughter. It looks like they're 20 years old."

The little nurse had just finished saying that. Seeing Bo Qing's sadness, she stopped talking.

"Little girl, please contact her son as soon as possible, or you will have to send him to the morgue."

After that, the little nurse left. She has been working in the hospital for many years. It's the first time to see this. She gave up rescue directly, not murder.

Bo Qing's hatred turned into a pair of invisible hands, tightly pinched her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She thought the woman was just pregnant, but she didn't think that they had a daughter outside, older than her.

She clenched her hands tightly, and what she held in her palm was overwhelming hatred.

She has no mother since.

She still lost the person who loved herself most in the world.

Thin tilt trembled knelt in front of the hospital bed, clenched her mother's cold hand, burst into tears, and said in a trembling voice, "Mom, you taught me to be a boy, be kind, learn to be clever, cater to my father, and say that my father would like it. As a result, he thought I was cowardly and you wouldn't teach my son."

"You have endured humiliation over the years. As a result, Grandpa's family property over the years was robbed, and you were killed by him and Xiao San."

"Mom, I've been listening to you, but now I find that your words have killed you."

"In the future, I don't want to live like you. I want to live like myself and no longer cater to anyone."

Bo Haifeng, from today on, you are no longer my father. I want you and Liu Xueqing to pay the price of death. I want you to pay for your mother's life!

Thin inclined eyes burst with tenacious hatred in the depths of light.

……

Five years later.

Los Angeles, high court.

A young man in a black tailored suit sitting opposite the judge slowly stood up and bowed gently to the judge.

The young man has handsome short hair, delicate and elegant eyebrows, and a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes, which are naturally seductive and beautiful, feminine but do not lose the sun. The languid and leisurely at the bottom of his eyes are suffused with a faint and cold color. They are noble and wanton, like relegated immortals who don't eat human fireworks.

You Leng's eyes fell on the defendant. The young man slowly opened his mouth and said coldly, "since you said that as the father of the child, you must get the custody of the child, I'll ask you, where and what shape is the birthmark on the child?"

The defendant was stunned when he heard the speech.

The young man picked his eyebrows and continued to ask, "how many times does the child drink milk at night? What is the temperature of the water for washing milk powder?"

The accused man was stunned.

The young man speaks authentic English. He can definitely understand it, but he can't say anything at the moment.

After hooking his lips, the smile on the handsome face of the young man slowly unfolded, cold and indifferent as snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, "as the father of the child, you can't answer such a simple question, and you keep saying that you care about the child?"