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Tang Shi submitted the discharge formalities a week later. Jiang Ling couldn’t stop her, because she could play all her illnesses as qualified indicators. They were in a daze with the medical record book. Tang Shi’s illness seemed to be cured. .

This is where Jiang Ling finds the most difficult point. She is like a perfect patient. The doctor can't find the loopholes. Take medicine when it's time to take it, and she'll be fine when it's good.

But this kind of situation is the most terrifying, because Tang Shi is equivalent to deeply pressing down all the thoughts in his heart, and then pretending to be healthy, which is even more distressing.

Jiang Ling sent Tang Shi out that day and called Bo Ye. He watched Tang Shi leave the gate of the inpatient department and said to Bo Ye, "Lao Ye, she is gone."

Sitting in the driver's seat of the car under the shade of a tree Bo Ye looked at the back of Tang Shi on the roadside, tightening his fingers on the steering wheel.

"I know." The man said, his voice was already so hoarse that he had a quarrel with Tang Shi in the hospital ward, Bo Ye hadn't seen her again.

She said that so harshly that Bo Ye had to admit that he was injured and had no backhanding power.

He looked at Tang Shi's back. The woman stopped the car and Tang Wei on the side of the road, and left like this. Maybe she knew Bo Ye was hiding behind her, but she didn't even look back.

Bo Ye watched the taxi leave, and fragmented emotions gradually emerged in his eyes.

He doesn't want to let go, wants to make up, wants to save desperately, but, Tang Shi, you tell me, what should I do so that you can look back at me again?

Bo Ye finally got off the car and walked into the lobby of the inpatient department. When he saw Jiang Ling standing there in a white coat, he was worried, "You finally came."

He didn't know that Bo Ye secretly watched Tang Shi leave.

Bo Ye replied, "Well,

what did she take away?" Jiang Ling shook his head and sighed, "Nothing was taken away."

Bo Ye was stunned.

After a few seconds, a chill gradually climbed up, "She didn't take anything with

him ?" He put the bank card and money on the table, but Tang Shi didn't take it. He put the red envelope for Tang Wei under the pillow, but Tang Wei didn't take it either. The mother and son probably hated everything about Bo Ye, so they wouldn't look back for much money.

Jiang Ling said, "If you are like this, people will think you are using money to humiliate her."

Bo Ye said in a low voice, "She doesn't want anything I give her. I think at least to give her a guarantee for her future life, plus Going to the United States must cost money, so"

Jiang Ling patted Bo Ye on the shoulder, "Forget it, Tang Shi has this character, right, has she decided where to go?"

"San Francisco. It's next weekend." Airplane, four o'clock in the evening."

Bo Ye raised his head and looked at Jiang Ling, "I"

"I know what you want to ask." Jiang Ling put his hands in his pockets and frowned, "But old night, if you chase after, someone might I hate you even more."

Bo Ye knew that this would end, but what else could he do now besides following in her footsteps? Tang poetry is not rare, including him.

"She will get better now. She is just sick now, so she is depressed, and she is also indifferent to you." Jiang Ling looked away and said softly, "Bo Ye, maybe after Tang Shi comes out of the shadows, there will be something new. Life, even the hatred towards you will be forgotten. At that time, you can compensate her, maybe it is the best. After all, everything you have done to her is irreversible damage, she just takes It's not too much to stabb you to death with a knife."

Bo Ye didn't know this truth, he supported all the disgust and resistance of Tang Shi, but he would be even more afraid if he waited until Tang Shi looked away and moved forward.

At that time, Tang Shi didn't need herself at all in her life. If she let go of even the hatred, Bo Ye would be just a stranger to her.

******

Tang Shi and Tang Wei arrived at the house in half an hour. It was Han Rang’s house. When they entered, they saw Han Rang put a note on the table. There was some dust on the note. It seemed that it was some time. Up.

I don't know when you will come back. Maybe when you come back, I was too busy to get out. I have moved this house to Jiang Qi's name. You and Weiwei can live here with peace of mind.

The man's handwriting is very delicate, Tang Shi read the note and sighed, and then began to clean up the family. It was a long time since he came back, and some places were already dirty.

It took Tang Wei and Tang Shi a long time to clean up the house, and then the mother and son spread out on the sofa. Tang Wei smiled and said to Tang Shi, "Mummy, I haven't been so tired in a long time."

Then he asked with concern. "Is the wound on your back healed?"

Tang Shi's eyes darkened, and then he comforted Tang Wei, "It's almost done."

Tang Wei stared at her face, "I don't want mommy to have scars on her back."

Tang Shi I almost burst into tears when I was so excited by Tang Wei's words, he went up to touch Tang Wei's head, "It doesn't matter, as long as you are here, Mommy can heal from any injury."

Tang Wei is everything in Tang poetry, if you lose it With Tang Wei, life in Tang poetry will truly be no different from death.

In the evening, Tang Shi and Tang Wei finally had a good night’s sleep. When they were with Bo Ye, they were worried day and night. Only now are they a little relieved, thinking that they will go abroad to find Chris in a while. Tang Poetry is still a little excited.

Maybe they will look away when they visit abroad.

Tang Shi clicked on the dialog box, and a new message from Chris popped up. Chris: Have you booked your ticket?

Dawn: It's already booked. It's four o'clock on Saturday afternoon.

Chris: Okay, when you are here, I will tidy up the house and take you to Beng Di at night.

Dawn: Don't be too deliberately entertaining. I brought Weiwei with me?

Chris: That brat is coming with you? Okay! I miss him a bit!

Dawn: Chris, I want to tell you something.

Christo, a smart man, was sitting in his apartment in San Francisco, USA. He looked at the typesetting on the screen and suddenly smiled.

"What's the matter of laughing so happy?"

Eugene looked up at the man in front of him.

Chris squeezed the phone in his hand. The mixed-race man has pretty eyes, and his delicate face has a small smile on his face. He spit out meaningfully, "My little baby is coming.

" Tsk tusk." Eugene got up from the sofa, dressed in a white shirt. He and Chris were half-brothers. The man stepped forward and stared at his brother's face. Two equally handsome faces looked at each other, Eugene curled his lips. , "Is Tang Poems?"