Chapter 105

"Excuse me, is this Zhang Yaxuan's home?" Pan Lu felt her lips shaking.

"Yes, you are?" The girl still asked with a sweet smile.

"Oh, I'm... You don't know me, I'm her... Friend's daughter!" Pan Lu really doesn't know how to introduce herself.

"But this elder sister, my mother is not at home today. She went to s city to get the medicine for me." The girl's special white face suddenly flashed a little sour.

"Take medicine? When will you be back? " Pan Lu never stops asking. She really doesn't want to go for nothing. Recently, with her mother, it's not so easy to come out alone.

"Probably tomorrow. Every time I go, I'll stay there for one night." The girl still said with a smile.

"What's your name?" It suddenly occurred to pan Lu.

"Sister, my name is Zhang Yue, and you?" Asked the girl friendly.

Zhang Yue? Why not Pan Yue? Pan Lu's heart is suddenly a little rough, she is actually with her mother's surname.

"My name is Wang Lu." Since Zhang Yaxuan didn't love her family, she didn't plan to tell her real name, but said her name in Shelley cafe.

"Oh, sister Wang Lu, come in and sit down." Zhang Yue warmly invited her.

Well, since you're here, let's go in and see if there's any evidence of dad staying at their house.

"Thank you! I just wanted a glass of water Pan Lu tells a lie without shyness and takes the opportunity to enter Zhang Yaxuan's home.

This is a three room two hall house with an area of about 140-50 square meters. In a word, it is much smaller than the villa of her own family. At this point, pan Lu suddenly felt inexplicably balanced.

Seeing that she was looking at their room, Zhang Yue said, "this is my mother's room, that is mine, and the smaller one over there is the study."

Pan Lu stood at the door of Zhang Yaxuan's room and saw that the furnishings were simple, elegant and neat.

At the head of the bed is an enlarged group photo of Zhang Yaxuan and Zhang Yue. The mother and daughter smile happily. There is a strange picture on the wall, which is embedded in the frame. It can be seen that it is a group photo of three people. Zhang Yaxuan is sitting with a one or two-year-old child in her hand. You don't have to ask if it is Zhang Yue as a child. Behind them is a standing empty figure, It can be seen that there is a person standing behind them, who has been dug out.

"What's this?" Pan Lu asked curiously, pointing to the photo.

"That's me and my mother. The people behind me are said to be my father, and I don't understand." Zhang Yue said lightly.

Pan Lu can't help frowning. Didn't her father see them when Zhang Yue was a child? Then Zhang Yaxuan hated him? So you dig him out of the picture?

In her heart surged a feeling element which did not know what taste, very stuffy, very uncomfortable!

In Zhang Yue's room, this is a Princess Room dressed in pink. All kinds of Barbie and plush toys occupy half of the room. A beautiful pink princess bed is covered with pink bedding. Against the wall is a set of pink Korean furniture, as well as a Korean look less than 40 cm bedside small round table.

"Your room is very beautiful. I can see that your mother loves you very much." Pan Lu said while thinking about her room, which is more beautiful than this, indicating that her mother also loves her best.

"No, this is the room my uncle asked someone to design for me. My uncle said I was a princess, and the princess should have a princess room." Zhang Yue smiles ostentatiously.

Uncle? It's good that I don't have an uncle. My mother is my grandfather's only daughter.

"Didn't you go to school today?" Pan Lu remembers that today is not the weekend.

"I didn't go to school..." Zhang Yue's long eyelashes fell down in an instant, and the sweet smile on her face disappeared.

"Why? You should still be at school age! " Pan Lu was surprised. Li Taize told her that Zhang Yue was only 15 years old this year. A 15-year-old girl should be in grade seven or eight. Why didn't she go to school?

"I'm sick. My uncle and mother told me that I can go to school when I'm well." When Zhang Yue said this, his eyes twinkled with a ray of hope, bright.

"What... Disease?" Pan Lu didn't hate her half sister at all.

"Memory leukemia..." Zhang Yue low and head biting lower lip, and unwilling to say.

"Don't worry, now that medicine is more and more developed, the disease has long been easy to treat and can be cured soon." Pan Lu took a breath in her heart. Such a beautiful and lovely girl had this disease. She had to try her best to comfort her.

"Well, that's what my mother said, and that's what my uncle said. When my chemotherapy is finished, my mother will take me back to France for bone marrow transplantation, so that I can be the same as a healthy person! " Zhang Yue is full of hope for the future.

France? By the way, Li Taize said that they had always lived in France. They came from France. It's not surprising that they went back to France to have surgery.

My father went to France so diligently that he probably went to see them? Thinking of this, pan Lu's heart tightened again.

"Yes, it's a very simple operation." Pan Lu with the joy of Zhang Yue, echoed, quickly changed the topic and asked her: "what about your father?"

"Dad... When I was very young, Dad... Left with others..." Zhang Yue had tears in her eyes and a trace of resentment on her face.

Didn't her mother tell her pan Shibin was her father? This surprised pan Lu. Why did Zhang Yaxuan do this? Let them meet their father and daughter without letting their daughter know that it was her father? This, in the feeling in reason can not be justified?

When she came out of Zhang Yaxuan's house and walked on the street, pan Lu's mood dropped to the extreme. Originally, she wanted to ask for a crime, but she didn't expect that they would be like this.

She suddenly felt sorry for Zhang Yaxuan. She followed a fruitless man and gave birth to her father's daughter in the photo... She couldn't help thinking that she was caressing her abdomen unconsciously. Would she be the same as Zhang Yaxuan in the future? His own children are like Zhang Yue? Zhang Yue also has a picture of her father. Somehow she knows that her father has taken a picture with her.

But I'm afraid her children don't even have such photos in the future. Some of them are at most group photos with their mother.

But she has come to this step, let her give up the child is absolutely not, she wiped some sour eyes, thought: do you want to tell him? It's his child, and it's his duty to know.