In the afternoon, Yin Yin and the agent went to see the house and planned to rent a well-decorated house in the community. When they came back in the afternoon, they would go through the discharge procedures for the hospital.

The guard was sitting on the hospital bed, with a small table on it with textbooks and notebooks.

The child was holding a pen in his hand and was doing his homework. Although Yin Yin thought that he had hurt his head and wanted him to rest more and not use his brain for the time being, the child said it was okay.

The Guardian has always had very good grades, and he is unwilling to leave any courses and homework.

In the end, Yin Yin was afraid that he would be bored, so she let him go.

The Weiting was concentrating on writing his homework while waiting for his mother to come back.

I don't know how long it took, but when he heard the door opening, the guards subconsciously felt that it was his mother who was back. He quickly looked up and looked at him, but when he saw the person coming, his face changed, and his eyes were filled with fear, nervousness and repulsion.

"Outside, grandma." He whispered, not daring to meet the eyes of the visitor.

The one who entered the door was an old lady in her sixties, with her half-grey white and sparse hair tied into a low ponytail, tied with a rope, wearing a brown skirt with flowers of various colors, and a pair of sandals that the old lady could wear at her age.

A gold necklace was hung around his neck and a green bracelet on his wrist.

Perhaps it was coming in dust, and the old lady looked a little embarrassed.

When she pushed the door open, she first glanced at everything in the ward, and then her eyes fell on the bed. When she saw the guard, her mean triangle eyes were sharp, as if it was a knife that could pierce a hole in a person, and there was also a look of disgust in her eyes.

"Where is your mother?" Yin's mother asked with a stern face.

Weiting lowered his eyes slightly, pinching the pen in his hand tightly, his fingertips were white, as if he was a little afraid, and he whispered: "Mom, mom is out."

Yin's mother remembered the purpose of being busy today, and her old face tensed down: "I heard that your mother wants to divorce your Uncle Zhu for you?"

Weiting pursed his lower lip and dared not not answer: "Mom said she wants to divorce Uncle Zhu."

Yin's mother didn't believe it at first, but now after hearing the Weiting say this, how could she not know what the son-in-law said on the phone was true?

She bullied her chest, put one hand on her hips, and pointed the other at the guard on the hospital bed, and said, "Tell me, why are you just not calm? Your Uncle Zhu's child just bullies you? As for instigating your mother to divorce Uncle Zhu? Have I said before that you are a burden, your father doesn't want you, your mother kindly supports you, you have to think about your mother, but what about you now."

The Weiting's little hand holding the pen clenched into a fist. He remembered what his mother said before, and for the first time he mustered up the courage. Facing this grandmother who had always been afraid of, he didn't speak loudly, but his tone was firm: "No, I'm not a burden, my mother said I was her child and her baby."

Yin's mother didn't expect the Guardian to refute him and even said such ridiculous words.

She stepped forward, stretched out her hand, and her fingers pinched Weiting's arm, twisted it 360 degrees, and twisted it a lot one after another.

The guards were so painful that tears were about to fall.

It hurts so much, it hurts so much.

At this time, the weather was hot and I was wearing short-sleeved shirts. Yin's mother was twisted directly on the guard's exposed white and tender arms. You can imagine how much it hurts.
Chapter completed!