Sister, look at him!

Chapter 274 The zombie sister of the protagonist in the apocalypse 2

After reading the script three times in his mind, He Qingwan finally found an inconspicuous little detail in the corner.

There are three strongest men in this novel with multiple male protagonists.

One of them is something like Beijing Circle, Qing Leng, Buddhist Son, Prince, and his name is Jiang Jianjun. Because He Qingwan chose to listen and read at first, when he heard this name, he sighed and said that he was worthy of being from Beijing, and his name was Jianjun. Later, when he saw the text, he realized that he had misunderstood.

The second one is a domineering, abstinent, cold, and stomach-related migraine-causing CEO, whose name has an old-fashioned flavor: Fu Chengzhou. The biggest similarity between Fu Chengzhou and the protagonist is that they both have a sister who died of a heart attack, which is why Fu Chengzhou is firmly in the main wife position.

The third one is Chao Xiong, who is acknowledged by the author himself. He is of Chinese, Italian and Russian descent. He is labeled as irritable, crazy, letter, rotten cucumber, and double. His name is even more ancient, Yu Han Xiao. He is the craziest and the one who abuses the protagonist the most.

Among these three male protagonists, Jiang Jianjun's parents are loving. Fu Chengzhou's parents are separated. Yu Hanxiao's mother died early and he killed his father.

He Qingwan's target is Fu Chengzhou's strong woman mother.

Mother Fu in the book is a woman with a strong desire for control and ambition for career. Half of the Fu family is controlled by her. The reason for her separation from her husband is also related to the death of Fu Chengzhou's sister.

The daughter who was alone at home had a heart attack, and the husband who was supposed to be at home went to see his lover. So Fu's mother blamed her husband and his lover for her daughter's death.

The first time Fu Chengzhou met the protagonist was in the Fu family hospital. The protagonist came to take care of his sister and was in a dilemma of having no money to pay the bills, so Fu Chengzhou lent a helping hand.

The small detail is that all of this was seen by Fu's mother.

This means that it is possible that Fu's mother is in this hospital.

Thinking of this, He Qingwan took off his things, lifted the quilt, and walked out slowly and firmly, step by step.

……

Since the death of his youngest daughter, Song Jinhua has never been to the hospital again. He has always asked his family doctor to see him for all his illnesses. This time, he collapsed from working late at night and found himself in the hospital when he woke up.

Not wanting to stay in this sad place any longer, she woke up and told her assistant to take her home.

The driver went to drive the car, the assistant went to handle the discharge procedures, and Song Jinhua sat on the corridor outside the inpatient department, staring in a daze at the green plants that were beginning to turn yellow.

It was autumn now, and her daughter left her in such an autumn.

At this moment, through the sparse green plants, Song Jinhua saw a thin and petite figure.

The figure was wearing a hospital gown, and her waist-length hair was smooth and silky, like a piece of fine satin.

She raised her hand, and the purple veins on her pale skin were clearly visible under the sunlight.

"Shengsheng!" Song Jinhua blurted out, and then quickly covered her mouth. She didn't know when, tears had already overflowed from her eyes.

He Qingwan turned her head in confusion when she heard that. Her eyes passed through the green plants hanging down the corridor and met Song Jinhua's gaze curiously.

The amber eyes are clear and innocent, and the slightly chubby face shows that the person is not very old.

Song Jinhua realized her own loss of composure, wiped away her tears hastily, walked out of the corridor, and greeted He Qingwan, "It's windy outside, it's easy to catch a cold if you come out wearing so little."

He Qingwan's eyes were full of confusion. She just thanked Song Jinhua blankly, "Thank you, beautiful auntie. I'm too bored in the ward. Besides, my mother is not here, my brother is not here, and Huanhuan is out too. I'm a little scared..."

Song Jinhua touched He Qingwan's head and said, "Don't be afraid. Auntie will go back with you. Let's open the windows for some fresh air."

He Qingwan just nodded obediently, "Thank you, auntie, but I'd better not trouble you. You seem to be feeling unwell too."

He Qingwan stretched out her little hand and touched the corner of Song Jinhua's eyes with some heartache, "Auntie is crying."

Song Jinhua looked at He Qingwan, as if she was looking at someone through her. She didn't say anything, but just shed tears.

He Qingwan felt even more distressed when she saw this, "Auntie, don't cry."

She was just fourteen years old, and her thin figure and baby fat on her face made her look younger than her actual age.

"Auntie, don't cry." Song Jinhua took a deep breath to calm herself down. She held He Qingwan's cold hand and asked, "What's your name? How old are you? What's wrong with you?"

He Qingwan answered her one by one, "My name is Wanwan, I'm just fourteen years old this year, and I... have a heart disease..."

Song Jinhua opened her eyes wide. Her daughter Shengsheng also died of a heart attack. It had been fourteen years since then. And, and... Shengsheng also died at the age of fourteen...

Song Jinhua's eyes gradually filled with other emotions. Is this his voice? This must be her voice. Her voice is back.

Song Jinhua gently stroked He Qingwan's long hair and said, "Come, auntie will take you back to the ward first."

He Qingwan looked at Song Jinhua with great trust, "Yes!"

She lowered her head, and her long bangs hid the calculation in her eyes.

Now that I have the wallet, the next step is to treat my illness.

……

When Luo Huan came back with the prepared meal, the ward was empty except for a nurse who was cleaning up. For a moment, her heart almost jumped out.

"Where is the patient here? His name is He Qingwan?" Luo Huan pulled the nurse's arm, her tone more anxious, and she didn't even notice that the lunch box had fallen to the ground.

The nurse was startled by her, but she still explained seriously, "You must be Huanhuan, right? The girl was taken away by the director to the VIP ward. Before she left, she asked me to tell you not to worry..."

Luo Huan could no longer hear what the nurse said next. She let out a long breath and her heart fell back into her stomach.

The rice had spilled, so she squatted down to pick up the lunch box and had to get a new one.

In the VIP ward, several gray-haired directors stood in the living room, holding He Qingwan's examination report and discussing it one after another.

Song Jinhua in the inner room seemed not to hear anything. She touched the head of He Qingwan who was eating beside her, "Be good and eat slowly, these are all yours."

There was a knock on the door of the ward. Luo Huan stood there cautiously with a lunch box in his hand. "Excuse me, is this He Qingwan's ward?"

"Huanhuan!" He Qingwan had already heard Luo Huan's voice. She called out in surprise and turned to look at Song Jinhua, "Auntie, Huanhuan is my best friend!"

Luo Huan came in. She stood two steps away from He Qingyao, feeling a little uneasy.

Song Jinhua didn't say anything, but just nodded to her calmly.