Because the police noticed Yang Bojian's information, it was difficult for Yang Yuqing and Yang Bojian to appear outside. Looking at the object marked on the list, Yang Yuqing was silent.

"If your mother doesn't go to the hospital, would you want to watch her make her beaten to death by your father?" This is what Song Xiaoli said to her. None of her mother lying on the bed had normal skin color. She lives a trembling life every day, and she has to worry about tomorrow every day, for fear that she will be finished if she is accidentally done.

She began to get tired of such days, but she dared not resist. She was afraid that the man's fist would take life, but she could not die. She wanted to take care of her injured mother alive.

Zhao Anan has been in and out of the apartment with Yang Bojian recently, and does not even take Sun Ping's life and death seriously. Sun Ping's injuries have become more serious, and her face is full of hatred, which is getting thinner.

"Mom, do you hate dad?" Yang Yuqing sat on the head of Sun Ping's bed, stroking Sun Ping's hair with one hand. Sun Ping's hair was so messy that she hadn't taken care of for many days.

"Hate?" Sun Ping turned her eyes around before looking at her adopted daughter. Although she was an adopted daughter, she was a daughter after all, and she had no blood relationship and had a trace of family affection: "He is not worthy of my hatred."

Yan Shuo, she suddenly coughed violently. Yang Yuqing was frightened and hurriedly lifted the person's body. Yang Yuqing's eyes were filled with tears. She held Sun Ping's back with one hand and gently patted Sun Ping's chest with the other hand. But Sun Ping still coughed and coughed blood.

Yang Yuqing was so anxious: "No, Mom, you can't do this, let's go, let's beg your dad and ask your dad to take you to the doctor."

After saying that, he wanted to stand up. Sun Ping held her with one hand: "No, child, your father won't let us go to the hospital at this critical moment. The police are wanting him, so he can only do things outside secretly. Do you think he will let us go to the hospital?"

Sun Ping was tired, let go of Yang Yuqing's hand and lay weakly on the bed, looking at the texture of the ceiling with dull eyes. This house was originally the divorce fee that Yang Bojian wanted to give her for divorce, but she was unwilling to divorce. If this was passed on to the Eduli of the seven aunts and eight aunts in the countryside, she didn't know what they should say to her.

That's how Yang Bojian became more and more rampant. Since he had a bad idea about his adopted daughter, he didn't discover it in time at that time, the child in front of him would definitely be destroyed like the two children outside.

Is all this fate?

"Oh, I haven't died yet. This bone is really tough." A joking voice came from the door. Yang Yuqing looked over vigilantly, and Zhao Anan stood there leaning against the door and smiling.

"Uncle Yang is asking you to come over. If the old woman is not good, don't hold on. You will die early and be reborn soon." Zhao Anan looked at Yang Yuqing and Sun Ping with disgust. Yang Yuqing was very angry when she heard this. Sun Ping grabbed her hand and shook her head.

Seeing that the two of them ignored her, Zhao Anan left with bored hands on her chest. Yang Yuqing's eyes were filled with anger. Sun Ping sighed and comforted Yang Yuqing and sat down: "Remember, child, don't be angry with such a person. Such a person is not worthy of being angry with. Your father told you to go quickly, otherwise you will be..."

Her eyes were full of grief. Her injuries had not healed yet. Her daughter was still tortured by her husband. Her heart was extremely distressed.

When Yang Yuqing heard Sun Ping's words, she stopped her emotions and walked to the living room with fear. In the living room, Yang Bojian was smoking a cigarette and looked at Zhao Anan with a blurred look. Her other hand was restlessly touching the girl's body. Song Xiaoli sat on the floor with tears on her face. Her hands were wrapped around her ropes, and her feet were locked with iron chains. Her red and swollen eyes were like red lights and persimmons.

"How is that woman?" Yang Bojian asked absent-mindedly, the white mist of tobacco swirled the whole room, and Yang Yuqing covered her mouth and tried not to cough up the sound.

"Mom is in bad condition. Dad, when will you take your mother to see a doctor? Mom is in great pain..." Yang Yuqing's voice was low and she didn't dare to speak too loudly. She stood there with her shoulders shrank and looked very pitiful.

"Isn't dead yet?" The cigarette in his hand was pinched off, and his other hand was placed under the girl's body. A girl let out a shy voice. Song Xiaoli was so scared that she took a step back, and Yang Yuqing also trembled.

"Since you haven't died in any hospital, so that's it. Yuqing, you can't go out again. I'll let An An go out with me these days, so it's not easy to be discovered." Yang Bojian's eyes kept staring at Zhao An'an. Yang Yuqing didn't say anything. Seeing that he didn't reply to him, the man turned his head: "Do you understand?"

Yang Yuqing nodded. Zhao Anan smiled very brightly, and she still made a shy sound in her mouth. She looked a bit like the wine lover Yang Yuqing had seen in the bar before. The wine lover was like Zhao Anan now.

She returned to Sun Ping and told Sun Ping about this. Sun Ping looked dim: "For typical Stockholm disease, forget it, as long as you don't hit you."

She hugged Yang Yuqing's body tightly, and her thin body was still trembling slightly, but she was unable to protect her child. This was her dereliction of duty and a failure as a mother.

"Do you hate me? Child?" Sun Ping's two lines of clear tears fell on her nose and slid into the back of Yang Yuqing's hand. Yang Yuqing's heart trembled slightly, and her voice choked: "Where is a child in the world who hates his mother?"

In the evening, Zhao Anan and Yang Bojian went out talking and laughing. Song Xiaoli on the floor struggled to twist her body to Sun Ping's room. Yang Yuqing looked at the woman lying on the bed in a daze. Song Xiaoli cried: "Auntie, I want to go home, Auntie, I want to go home!"

The quiet Sun Ping ignored the sad girl crying on the floor, as if she hadn't heard the girl's voice, and she didn't move at all.

Song Xiaoli was even more excited: "Yang Yuqing, I want to go home. Tell me quickly that I want to go home."

But Yang Yuqing ignored Song Xiaoli and rubbed her hands against Sun Ping's face.

The girl on the ground didn't notice the hazy eyes. Sun Ping's eyes were staring at the ceiling, her body was stiff and there was no movement. She began to feel something was wrong and stopped crying.

"You... did you kill my aunt?" The girl was stunned for a second and then noticed that there was a drop of sound on the bed falling on the floor. Looking carefully, the red liquid blurred her eyes.
Chapter completed!