Chapter 1192: Bridge to bridge

Jiang Seso came out of the ward and stood outside for a while, thinking that since she came to the hospital, she went to see Shanshan.
Shan lived in the general ward of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department, and even stayed with others.
When you walk to the door of the ward, you can hear the chat voice coming from inside. It is very loud and does not care about the rest of the patients.
Jiang Sesu walked in, and Shanshan was lying alone in the bed, no one was watching.
On the other bed, there was a lying-in woman, and there were several people standing around, chatting chatteringly, and it was busy.
In contrast, Shan Shan looked much more deserted.
Jiang Sesur couldn't help but feel a little sad. She walked over and pulled the curtain between the two hospital beds, isolating those curious glances.
Hearing the sound of the curtain sliding, Shan Shan, who had her eyes closed, opened her eyes and was surprised when she saw Jiangse.
"How did you come?"
Shanshan held up the bed to sit up, and Jiang Sesu hurried up to stop her. "You just lie down."
"Thank you." Shan Shan looked at her gratefully.
Jiang Sesuo frowned, and really didn't understand what thank you.
"Sister Sister, why are you here?" Shanshan asked repeatedly.
"I came to dialect Xin, and I came to see you by the way." Jiang Seso helped her tuck the quilt.
Speaking of dialect Xin, Shan Shan's face dimmed a lot, "What's wrong with him?"
"It was beaten."
Shan Shan's eyes widened in shock. "Be beaten? Isn't it serious?"
Jiangse staring at her, "Are you worried?"
"No." Shanshan looked away, a wry smile twitched at the corner of her mouth, "He doesn't worry about me, I worry about what he does."
Jiang Seso looked around. "If I don't come to see you, I don't know that you live in such a ward."
Dialect Xin lives in a VIP ward, and she is indeed an ordinary triple room.
Such differential treatment is really too much.
Anyway, Shan Shan is also a Fang family.
She smiled bitterly, "Actually it's nice to live here."
"What's the good? You can't rest well after being so noisy."
Jiang Sesur's indignant teased Shan Shan, "Sister Seso, don't be angry, I really don't care."
Seeing that she could laugh, Jiangse's heart was even more upset.
"Sorry, I'm sorry, if you weren't me, you wouldn't..."
Shan shook his head, "No, Sister Sister, if not you, I might be worse off."
When she was pregnant before getting married, she was kicked out by her family and didn't know where to go. It was Sister Sister who appeared and told her what to do.
Otherwise she would have long been the soul of Jiang Li.
Jiang Sese took her hand and remained silent for a few seconds before asking: "Do you still like Xin dialect?"
If she still likes it, she will help her.
"It's impossible to say." Shan Shan turned to look out of the window, his expression somewhat lonely.
"Samsung, dialect Xin is a bastard. He doesn't cherish you, and you don't have to pay attention to him." Jiang Sesu gently persuaded.
"But aren't these feelings the same?" Shanshan turned to look at her, bitter in her words, "I love him, but hate him, I can't control myself."
Jiang Sese squeezed her hand and smiled, "Your love is worthless to him, then it is better to hate him, maybe he will still think you are very sturdy."
Hearing the words, Shan laughed, with a satiric look on his face, "You are right, the thing he looks down on most is my love."
"Now that the child is gone, it may be a relief for you."
Shan Shan took a deep breath, "Well, it feels a lot easier. Without the child, the connection between me and Fang Yanxin will be broken, and the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return."
When she said this, she always showed a sad expression inadvertently.
I still care about Xin dialect.
Jiang Sesu didn't want her to be sad and sad for a scumbag, comforting: "I believe the next one will be better. You will meet a man who truly loves you and loves you."
"Will you?" Shan Shan said with a smile of self-deprecation, "Will there be true love for women like me?"
"Of course I will." Jiang Seser said with a straight face, "Don't be pretentious, you are very good, because dialect Xin does not know how to cherish."
Shanshan was silent.
Jiang Sesel didn't have much to say, she patted her hand and said gently, "Don't think about it."
It took a long time before Shanshan spoke again: "Sister Sister, when I am discharged, I will divorce dialect Xin."
Jiangse smiled, "Just figured it out."
"I want to start my life again."
Speaking of a new life, Shan's eyes finally brightened, and there was a little more expectation for the future.
"I'll help you." Jiang Sese said, "Anyway, you will happen like this, and I have a responsibility that I can't escape."
"Sister Sister, this has nothing to do with you."
"I will help you whether it matters or not."
Because this is the only way to make her feel better.
Shan looked at her gratefully, "Thank you, Sister."
"You don't have to be so polite." Jiang Seso smiled at her.
"It turns out that you are here." Shang Ying walked in and was relieved when he saw Jiang Sesu.
She came out of the dialect Xin ward, but she was terrified when she didn't see her, and thought she had something wrong.
"Auntie."
When she saw Shang Ying, she quickly wanted to sit up.
"You lie down." Shang Ying stopped her, and then cared: "Is the body better?"
Shan nodded, "Yes, much better."
Shang Ying laughed, "That's good."
"Little aunt, what did they say?" Jiangse asked.
"What do you say?" Shang Ying looked puzzled. She didn't ask such questions, and she really didn't know what she was asking.
"That's Shanshan, what are they going to do, Uncle?"
"What do you think they will do?" Shang Ying asked without answering.
Jiang Sese sneered coldly, "It costs money."
Shang Ying glanced at Shanshan, "Yes, neither."
"What do you mean?" Jiang Sesur frowned.
"Shanshan, no matter what your parents-in-law do, don't be sad, they don't cherish you, someone will cherish you."
Hearing this, Jiang Sese instantly understood the second uncle's approach.
She clapped her hands together and was very happy: "Great, this saves me the initiative to speak."
Seeing this, Shang Ying frowned, "You wouldn't have planned to divorce Shanshan and Yanxin?"
"Otherwise?" Jiang Sesur asked back, "The dialect Xin's scumbag is not good enough, and Shanshan deserves better."
She smiled shyly, "Sister Sister, I'm not as good as you said."
"Yes, you have." Jiangse's tone was particularly determined. "You must remember that you don't want dialect Xin, not that he doesn't want you."
Shan nodded, and "huh" softly.
"Surther, how can there be persuasion or disagreement?" Shang Ying couldn't agree with Jiang Seser's approach.
Jiang Sese was helpless, "Little aunt, persuasion also depends on people. As for the scum man in the dialect Xin, do you think it is worth our persuasion?"
Shang Ying thought for a while and thought she was right.
Dialect Xin is indeed terrible. If she is still with her, she will definitely not be happy.