Chapter 1785: He helps

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Sun Yuhan kept crying. She was not willing to let all these misfortunes finally fall on her alone. Even if he was going to be lame, there were people who accompanied her to lame. It was impossible for others to be good. Just It’s not fair for her alone to be a lame, yes, it’s not fair, it’s not fair at all.
"Okay," Ye Jianguo promised quickly, fearing that Sun Yuhan would go crazy and hurt himself.
Now as long as the granddaughter can be happy, as long as he doesn't hurt himself, let him do whatever he wants to do, even if he kills Yan Huan, he is willing, he only has such a granddaughter.
For his granddaughter, he can do everything.
Sun Yuhan was satisfied. She tightened the buttons on her clothes like she was angry. At this time, she didn't know who these buttons were. She seemed to be peeling the person's skin and pumping the person's skin. Tendon is also drinking that person's blood.
And she had never worried about herself, even if Yan Huan was still alive, and what she did was known to others, but in the end there was not Ye Jianguo, as long as Ye Jianguo was here, this would be her life, The most solid fortress is also a backing that can never collapse.
Her backing will not fall, and she will never fall.
This is the reason why she has no fear, even if she killed the woman, look, they know that she did it, her people are here, but they are not even afraid to let go.
With a snap, she pulled off the button, but the sharp corner on the button cut her finger, and then a drop of blood dropped like this, reflecting in the clothes in her hand, and then the transfer surface A small red plum.
And this red plum is not beautiful, and there are even some terrible things that can't be said. She seems to have been burned into her hands. She threw this dress on the ground hard, and then smashed everything on the pillow. The above, but her hand was still trembling slightly, and then, it was the kind of faint pain that always seemed to be unable to dissipate.
After a few more days, Sun Yuhan had forgotten some things, which may have never been remembered. She had no legs, but there were still servants. Recently, she bought a bunch of them again. Luxury goods, bags with famous brands, perfumes with famous brands, and several thousands of lipsticks. She bought a bunch of them, and she also bought several pairs of shoes made by hand by internationally renowned designers. After buying it back, she lost her unwanted and hated shoes and threw them into the trash bin. What kind of broken shoes are still high-heeled? Oh, high-heeled. She can still wear high-heeled ones now. ? Is this ironic or mocking her?
She had forgotten that the shoe was made by her own hands, and it was impossible for someone to force her into it, but when the shoe came back, she began to dislike it. She hated the shoe, I hate myself that this leg can never stand up.
Isn't it said that there is an organ transplant, even the heart can be transplanted, then there is nothing that can be transplanted, and the leg can be. She wants to have a happy leg.
By the way, she will give Yan Huan’s legs, give her her legs, she can walk, she can film, her life is complete, she can continue to be famous, and she can be her Miss Ye Family, you can also think of the days when you want.
Yes, that's it, this is it
"Grandpa..." She pushed her wheelchair into Ye Jianguo's study. Unexpectedly, some famous landscape paintings were hung on the wall. Sun Yuhan didn't understand these, and every time she came in, she thought to her heart, Not the artistic conception of these paintings, but the dynasty of these paintings and how much they are worth. In short, everything is not related to art.
"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Ye Jianguo rubbed Sun Yuhan's hair, which felt like his daughter was still around, but now that his daughter was long away, just leaving such a little blood, He saw the child as if he saw his daughter, so no matter what the child did, he would be tolerant.
"Grandpa," Sun Yuhan raised his face, and his tears rolled down in a string. "Grandpa, I will be a waste person in the future. I'm sorry mom, sorry for the life my mom gave me, grandpa, can you help me please?"
"Okay," Ye Jianguo's eyes also turned red when he mentioned the daughter who was no longer there. "You said, how can you ask Grandpa to help you?"
"Grandpa, can you help me take Yan Huan's legs? Okay? I want her legs. As long as I transplant her legs, I can walk, and I don't have to be a or a cripple."
"Okay," Ye Jianguo promised. No matter Sun Yuhan made such a request, it was unreasonable and unrealistic. He always agreed. As long as the granddaughter can be happy, don't talk about the legs, he can help her get it.
Yan Huan tells the story to the three children. She has nothing to do now. She is with the children at home. The three little guys are sitting upright. The long, similar little faces are full of curiosity. Of course, they are also serious. Listen, even if the story the mother tells is bizarre, but listening in the ear of the child is a good story.
After a while, Ye Shuyun came in, and she rubbed Xiao Qi and Xiao Guang's little heads.
"We are going to rest, my mother is also tired, let her sleep?"
"Okay," the three children agreed in unison, and went out with their grandma.
Looking back one step and three times, she looked at her mother from time to time, her small mouth was flat. She wanted to sleep with her mother, but she also knew that her mother was sick and ill, so she could not be with her mother.
She flattened her mouth and felt very sad.
"Sister, let's play with toys together," Xiao Qi and Xiao Guang took one hand on each side and took the sister's little hand.
"Well," Xunxun promised obediently, and would take over his brother's toys in a while. Her brother would give him whichever she wanted, never secretly.
Yan Huan saw that all three children had left, and she was relieved. Indeed, it was really too tiring to take care of the three children. She is still a patient.
She took the laptop that Lu Yi set aside, and opened it and looked at it casually. Recently, there was no big deal, and she couldn't find news of Su Muran or Su Yuhan. Of course, even she herself was few.
Su Mu dyed to be smart, and now there is no news. I want to think of it in such an obscurity, and hide my sense of existence, so as not to be dug up by these people, and then lose my ownership. everything of.