Chapter 864: :my child

Anhao only felt very irritable, especially irritable, the voices of these people kept in her ears, interrupting her to talk to Zuo Hancheng.
Zuo Hancheng has been sticking to her ear to talk, Zuo Hancheng is holding her, Zuo Hancheng is by her side, what are the people around them doing?
Why are they crying?
"Anhao, talk to mom quickly, don't scare me, Anhao..."
mom?
When did she have a mother?
Anhao subconsciously twitched the corners of her mouth coldly, and the hot emotions in her mind burned out her consciousness like the red flames of the sky.
It's so noisy, she is going to see Zuo Hancheng, where he is, is her home...
"An Hao! An Hao!" An Ping looked at An Hao who was in a coma again in her arms with a look of horror, and suddenly red eyes and anxiously shouted in the direction of the ambulance coming behind him: "Ambulance! Help me Daughter! Help my daughter—"
An old man was standing by a car, his old face was a bit of sullenness, watching Anhao, who was tightly held in An Ping's arms, watching the blood stains and paleness on the girl, his eyes slowly again He lifted up and looked at the distant sea of ​​flames that seemed to burn for days and nights.
An Xin shrank and stood behind Old Man An, and saw her mother holding Anhao as if the whole world was no longer as important as the daughter in her arms. An Xin slumped, but she dared not come forward to speak.
And at this moment, a middle-aged man in a black trench coat walked slowly behind An Ping, looking at the woman he hadn’t seen for more than 20 years, and then at the unconscious child in her arms, cold. Turning his eyes, he looked at the old man An who was a bit older under the light of the fire.
"Mr. An, you have been tossed for more than 20 years. Today, are you satisfied? You ruined your daughter, and then your granddaughter. You are full of things, you are full of thoughts?! "
Those voices were like the voices pulled out of hell, with vocal questions. The old but still elegant and clear voice made Old Man An suddenly raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man...

"Can't accompany you to shoot the beach set, blame me..."
"I can't accompany you to grow old..."
The voice of Zuo Hancheng was still in the ear, but the voice was vaguely as if it was on the horizon, as if it was moving away from her bit by bit, as if something was pulling her body away from her life.
The dry throat was suddenly fed with sweet water, which made Anhao feel the outside world in the terrible darkness and chaos. She could not die, and Zuo Hancheng was not dead... He was waiting for her...
But no matter how she tried to open her eyes, she still couldn't open them, only the messy sounds and strange buzzing in her ears.
After another, I don't know how long, it seemed that someone was talking in the ear, it was a woman's voice, gentle, crying, and someone was touching her face.
I don't know how long it will last, as if someone is arguing, there are many people arguing.
"Okay, stop arguing. If it wasn't for you to reject An Ping and him all the time, if it wasn't for you to prevent her from leaving by house arrest! An Ping wouldn't be wronged by accidentally hurting her servant when she escaped from An's house To the servant’s untimely treatment death! If it weren’t for you, An Ping would not go to China incognito after severing the relationship, let alone being forced by your power to not even dare to show any edge in China!"
"You should know his abilities, even if An Ping goes to China, he can still find her!"
"Our daughter had already severed her father-daughter relationship with you, but you still didn't let her go and tried all means to force him back to the United States. But do you know what happened to An Ping in China after he left? Do you know where she ended up desperate?"
"You know that he went to our daughter like crazy at the beginning, but our daughter stopped seeing him because of the surname Gu, and because of his experience in those years, you know how much I used to get An Ping back. The method finally wiped her name from that place in China through the means of the hospital!"
"How did you know that Anhao this child is the flesh and blood of our daughter carefully hidden in China!"
"You don't know anything, you only know that you use the arbitrary rulings you were accustomed to when you were young to do everything. You forced our daughter to never get happiness for a lifetime, and in the end our granddaughter got to this point! It's the culprit! Anhao, when this child appeared in front of you, he couldn't recognize each other. You know how hard this child lives, you..."
"Our granddaughter was abandoned in China for so many years. If it weren't for Zuo Hancheng's presence by her side, I guess this child would never be brought to us. Her life experience would always be the result of me and The secret that An Ping hid in her heart, she would never know that her grandpa was the head of the family in the United States, and she would never know that she was bleeding the blood of the family!"
...
What those people were arguing about, until they heard Zuo Hancheng's name, Anhao suddenly opened his eyes from those quarrels and confusion.
There were many people standing next to her. The moment she opened her eyes only felt white light glare, but she heard Zuo Hancheng's name, she wanted to see Zuo Hancheng!
I tried to adapt to the light, but I heard a rush of footsteps approaching me, and then someone came to caress her face with a tremor in her voice: "Well, are you awake? Are you awake? Come to mom Talk about it, well..."
Anhao gradually adapted to the light, feeling that the person’s hand was placed on her shoulder after stroking her face. The gentle force made her feel familiar and unfamiliar, but she felt very hot and hot. It was so hot that it was hot even to breathe.
Seeing Anhao turned her eyes to look at herself, An Ping hurriedly turned around and said, "Call a doctor! Anhao is awake! She is looking at me! My daughter is looking at me!"
Anhao seemed to look at the tearful woman beside the bed without any consciousness, her mind was very empty, she had nothing.
"Anhao..." An Ping's hand was almost helplessly stroked on her shoulder: "My child...my daughter...just if you wake up, mom is going to be scared to death by you..."
Anhao didn't feel any particular pain in her body. Apart from feeling that her whole body was hot, there was no other feeling.
She stared blankly at the woman crying by the bed, the vague influences in her eyes overlapped, and after finally seeing that it was An Ping, her eyes looked through An Ping's shoulder and looked behind her.
In a plain white ward were standing several people, including the old lady who had woken up some time ago, the old man An, the servant of the house, and a tall strange middle-aged man in a black trench coat.