From Sidekick to BigShot

When Jian Yiling walked out of the room and walked up the stairs, the warmth downstairs suddenly caught a glimpse of her.

Eyes meet, warm and sad, hesitating to say nothing.

The daughter has been in pain since childhood, but now...

Warmth cried in Jian Shuhuan's arms: "I am not good, I dote on Xiao Ling too much..."

Jian Shuwei has been in the market for many years, no matter the big or small things, he never frowned, but today this incident made his eyes red.

"It's not just your fault, but I also have a fault. Fortunately, it's still too late. Now it's too late to teach Xiaoling well." Jian Shuwei gently patted his wife's warm back.

Jian Shuhuan's mood is also very uncomfortable. He admits that among the four children, he and his wife prefer the youngest daughter, not only because this child is the youngest, but also because she is the only girl.

But this doesn't mean that they don't love the other three children. The third child has such a thing, and he feels distressed.

The couple looked at them with sadness, regret, blame, and reluctance.

Such look is strange to Jian Yiling.

In the previous life, after Jian Yiling’s original parents discovered Jian Yiling’s talents, they signed a contract with the Institute and kept Jian Yiling in the Institute. In exchange, the Institute would give Jian Yiling’s parents every year. A large sum of money.

Jian Yiling rarely gets along with her parents, and rarely meets her a few times. Their eyes are always alienated and indifferent when they see her. Even the words of Xi Han Wen Nuan are formulaic, like a pre-remembered speech. , There is no temperature.

But the couple looked at their eyes, but Ying engraved in Jian Yiling's heart, and inexplicably involved her emotions.

Perhaps in this matter, they did not choose to believe in Jian Yiling, but their love for Jian Yiling was true.

Warmth suddenly left her husband's embrace, ran up the stairs, and came to Jian Yiling's side.

Fifteen-year-old Jian Yiling is slightly smaller than her peers because of her premature baby.

He has a face that is as delicate as a slap-sized doll, and now he still has some baby fat on his face.

At this moment, Jian Yiling's quiet and silent appearance made the warm heart even more uncomfortable.

In a warm and cold voice, she sternly scolded Jian Yiling: "Xiaoling, you must admit your mistakes this time. Your dad and I are going to the hospital to see your third brother. You must go and apologize to him! Please forgive him! What you have done is too much! If you don't correct it, neither your dad nor I will forgive you!"

Warmth has never been so harsh on Jian Yiling.

Jian Yiling nodded.

Jian Yiling knew that it was meaningless to forcefully explain that he didn't mean to.

She kept denying that she would only push herself into the most dangerous situation like Jian Yiling in the original book.

In the evening, the warmth asked An's wife to make soup and some meals. After filling them in a thermos pot, they took Jian Yiling to the hospital.

The Jian family's house is in the middle of the mountain, this area is a villa area, and all the powerful people in Hengyuan City can live here.

The hospital where Jian Yunnao was hospitalized is half an hour’s drive away from home. It is the best private hospital in Hengyuan City.

Coming to the outside of the hospital ward, Jane's parents saw that their arms were hoisted by the brace, their faces were pale, and their lifeless son felt sour.

The faces of the two brothers Jian Yunnao and Jian Yuncheng are 50% similar, with delicate features and clear lines.

Compared with his elder brother Jian Yuncheng, Jian Yunnao's facial features are still a bit immature.

Now this slightly immature face is full of grief, and his eyes are almost desperate.

Jian Yunnao is only seventeen years old this year, and the blow to him has been too great to encounter this kind of incident.

Jian Yuncheng, who was sitting next to him, had a straight face and was silent.

A gloomy color enveloped Junyi's face.

"Yunnao, mother asked An to make your favorite food. Would you like to eat a little bit?" Warm stepped forward cautiously, moving gently.

Jian Yunnao put his head aside.

Warmth knows that his son is uncomfortable.

He continued to comfort him carefully by the bed, hoping that he could open his heart.

Jian Yuncheng next to him told Warmth: "Mo Shiyun was here just now, she brought some food, and fed some to the third brother."