Chapter 3: Must admit

When Jian Yiling walked out of the room and walked up the stairs, the warmth downstairs suddenly caught a glimpse of her.
　　Four eyes meet, warm and sad, hesitating to talk.
　　Daughter has been in pain since childhood, but now...
　　 warmly cried in Jian Shuhuan's arms: "It's me who is not good, it's because I dote on Xiao Ling too much..."
　　 Jianshu has been in the market for many years, no matter the big or small things, he never frowned, but today's incident made his eyes red.
　　 "It's not just your fault, I also have a fault. Fortunately, it's still too late. Now it's too late to teach Xiaoling well." Jian Shuhui 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 the child is the youngest, but also because she is the only girl.
　　 But this doesn't mean they don't love the other three children. The third child is uncomfortable and distressed when something like this happens to him.
　　 The eyes of the couple looked at them with sadness, regret, blame, and reluctance.
　　 Such eyes are 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 they were engraved into Jian Yiling's heart, and she was inexplicably involved in her emotions.
　　 Perhaps in this matter, they did not choose to believe in Jian Yiling, but their love for Jian Yiling is true.
　　 Warm 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 she is a premature baby.
　　 has a face that is as delicate as a slap-sized doll, and now he has some baby fat on his face.
　　 At this moment, Jian Yiling's quiet and silent appearance made it even more uncomfortable to warm her heart.
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 it.
　　 She keeps denying that she will 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 house of Jian's family is in the middle of the mountain. This area is a villa area. Those who can live here are powerful people in Hengyuan City.
　　 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.
　　 Jian Yunnao Jian Yuncheng's faces are 50% similar, with delicate features and distinct lines.
　　 Compared with elder brother Jian Yuncheng, Jian Yunnao's facial features are still a bit immature.
　　 Now this slightly immature face is full of sorrow, and his eyes are almost desperate.
　　 Jian Yunnao is only seventeen years old this year, and encountering this kind of incident has hit him too much.
　　, Jian Yuncheng, who was sitting next to him, had a straight face and was silent.
　　 Junyi's face was covered with a gloomy color.
　　 "Yunnao, my mother asked An to make your favorite food. Would you like to eat a little bit?" Warm and cautiously stepped forward, moving gently.
　　 Jian Yunnao tilted her head to one side.
　　 Warmth knows that my son is uncomfortable.
　　 then continued to comfort him carefully by the bed, hoping that he could open his heart.
Jian Yuncheng next to 　　 told Warmth: "Mo Shiyun was here just now, she brought some food, and fed some to the third brother."