Chapter 987: Bone pain, hard to heal

Chapter 987
After all, it was cold outside, so Mrs. Zhao walked for a while before letting her daughter-in-law help her back into the house.
"Pour me a cup of hot water. It's really cold outside. I walk around and come back like I just crawled out of the refrigerator."
The old lady put down her crutches and ordered Madam Zhao to pour her a cup of hot water.
Madam Zhao Yiyan helped her pour a cup of hot water.
"When is this, why can't Wan Ting get up?"
Mrs. Zhao said casually.
The old lady drank a few mouthfuls of hot water, and slowly felt her body warmer. When she heard her daughter-in-law's words, she raised her eyes and said, "Have you not noticed that Wan Ting’s car is not at home? Now, that kid... Well, after all, we killed him."
I thought that if Bai Shui could relieve his grandchildren, forgive them for being family members.
but……
The old lady who was full of confidence was almost hit by reality and lost confidence.
Madam Zhao was even more anxious and said, "Mom, let's not do anything to add to the flames. Wan Ting avoids Shui Ruo. We act but there is no audience. I am most afraid that it will backfire."
The old lady tightened her eyebrows.
She didn't consider that it would be counterproductive. She thought that a repeat of the incident would arouse grandson's care and desire to protect Shui Ruo.
Now hearing her daughter-in-law say this, she is also worried.
What happened back then hit his grandson too hard. What if he thinks his family would not accept Shui Ruo? He gritted his teeth to prevent the tragedy from happening again.
"boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were shocked.
"Go and see what happened."
While the old lady stood up on crutches, she urged her daughter-in-law to go out and have a look.
Without her urging, Mrs. Zhao hurried out of the house and saw that the door of her villa had been hit.
She was taken aback for a moment, then walked over quickly with a cold face.
The car that hit the gate of the villa backed up, and when Madam Zhao walked there, the man had already pushed open the gate that was deformed by the knock.
"Who doesn't have eyes like that... Wan Ting?"
Madam Zhao opened her mouth to curse, but she did not expect it to be her own son.
She looked at the gate that had been smashed and deformed in amazement, and then at the front of her son's car, it was also badly damaged.
"Well, what's going on. Wan Ting, why did you hit your door all the way."
Zhao Wanting didn't speak, his face was gloomy and terrifying.
After pushing the door open, he returned to his car and drove it into the courtyard.
The old lady walked out of the house. Seeing this scene, the old man was also stunned. After recovering, he cursed away: "Asshole, you can't even drive the car. You smashed your door."
Zhao Wanting remained silent, got out of the car with a sullen face and went straight into the house.
The old lady finally found that something was wrong with him. When he passed by her, the old man couldn't help holding him, and asked caringly, "Wanting, what happened?"
Zhao Wanting took away his grandmother's hand directly, and went straight upstairs after entering the house.
The Zhao family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other as they heard the sound of pedaling upstairs.
"Quickly go upstairs and have a look. There may be something serious. The child hasn't had a dark face for many years." The old lady told her daughter-in-law to go upstairs.
Mrs. Zhao felt sorry for her son and wanted to know why. She followed her son upstairs by following her mother-in-law's words.
Unfortunately, she couldn't get into the room, so Zhao Wanting locked the door behind him. Even though she kept knocking outside the door, he would not open the door or speak.
There is a photo frame on the bedside table. In the photo frame is a group photo of Zhao Wanting and Qianya, which was taken when they were in love.
In the photo, Qianya leaned into Zhao Wanting's arms a little bit shyly. Zhao Wanting was holding her waist with one hand, and with the other hand, she was still holding her hand. The young handsome man's face was filled with satisfaction.
This photo has been on his bedside table for more than ten years. It is his most important object.
In the past, Mrs. Zhao’s temperament had settled down, and she tried to burn this photo countless times, but Zhao Wanting forced her to die and kept the photo, but the relationship between the mother and son became worse.
Later, Mrs. Zhao had a temperament and regretted that she had persecuted Qianya like that. She wanted to destroy the photo because she wanted her son to forget the past, but in the end, she was soft-hearted and not as strong as before.
At this moment, Zhao Wanting was holding the photo frame and fixedly looking at Qianya in the photo.
What I think of is thirteen years ago:
On the simple hospital bed, Qianya has died, her face is full of tears, the tears are still not dry, and the white sheets are flushed with bright red blood.
An unformed embryo that is only two months old is also on the snow-white bed sheet...
The people at the clinic were terrified.
Madam Zhao and Qianya's mother who were waiting outside were still staring at them, until someone came out and told them that Qianya's child had been shot down, but for some reason, Qianya was bleeding. Qianya died.
Then the two mothers were dumbfounded.
"Qianya!"
With a cry of pain, Qianya's mother crashed in like a madness, and the scene before her made her feel like a knife. She threw her heart like a knife and threw herself on her daughter's body. Tears flowed like a spring, and the cry was screaming, but she couldn't save her daughter who was only twenty-two. Years of life.
Madam Zhao looked at the door, her legs were also weak.
She didn't expect that a abortion would kill Qianya.
She didn't like Qianya very much, and she forced Qianya to leave her son, but she didn't want Qianya's life.
Outside, a car killed.
Ning Zhiyuan turned his head and wanted to talk to Zhao Wanting, only to see the back of Zhao Wanting rushing in. Soon, he heard Zhao Wanting's roar, which was filled with despair and tearing pain.
On the way here, Zhao Wanting kept begging God to help him, Qianya didn't beat the child.
Knowing that his mother took Qianya to the small clinic for abortion, he was really crazy.
Sitting in Ning Zhiyuan's car, Ning Zhiyuan drove fast along the way. Both people on the road were silent, but he was still late.
What he saw was Qianya's corpse. Her lower body was covered with blood. Qianya's face even had tears. She must have experienced great pain before she died. He had heard that abortion was painful...
Qianya is afraid of pain, how can she bear the pain caused by abortion.
"Qianya!"
Zhao Wanting walked step by step with his body trembling, his eyes filled with disbelief and pain.
When he reached the bed, he stretched out his trembling hand to probe Qianya's breath, nothing.
When Qianya's mother saw him, she hated him, beating him like a madman, biting him, twisting him, punching and kicking him. He didn't fight back, letting Qianya's mother vent at him.
Suddenly, Qianya's mother turned around and rushed out, grabbed Madam Zhao and started fighting, crying and cursing while beating.
Zhao Wanting could not hear anything, only Qianya was in his eyes.
His Qianya, he said to overcome the pressure from both families together, said to be his most beautiful bride, said to give birth to his child, and they weave so many beautiful dreams together, but now she has let go Guixi, what a beautiful dream, shattered with her death.