Fifty-Six I Can't Feed Him

An Ran didn't speak, and Hu Jie's eyes widened in disbelief. Those eyes quickly turned red. She shook her head, ignoring the corpses on the ground, ignoring everything, looking at An Ran, shaking her head, and then Crying, she turned her back, lay on her bed, and started crying.

Don't say anything, don't say anything, don't say anything! The answer that should be known has been guessed a long time ago. Hu frame does not want to know the process. She only knows that her son is dead.

Crying and crying, Chen Jiao's son, who was at the door, seemed to know that An Ran was going to abandon him. He woke up from his sleep, opened his mouth and started to cry, and stretched out his two little hands to dance randomly in the fruit basket.

Loud cries resounded throughout the corridor of the maternity department on the fourth floor, making the scene of the fallen zombies even more bloody like hell. An Ran stood a few steps away, looking at the door of the ward, Chen Jiao. With a tangled face, but no movement, there was an urge to take Chen Jiao's son back.

This child is too young to be born within a dozen days. If he were to follow Chen Jiao, it would be very difficult to get out of this hospital alive, but if the child followed her, An Ran could only give him milk. No matter what, In such a bizarre world, it is always better for children to drink breast milk than to drink milk.

Moreover, An Ran brought the two children by herself, but she really couldn’t bring them. Tiredness was second, and the key was danger. After the baby cried, Chen Jiao’s son cried, and Chen Jiao’s son cried after the baby cried. I'm really afraid that one day, when she is tired and faint, she will be besieged by zombies. At that time, not only Chen Jiao's son will not survive, but she and her doll will not survive.

Just when An Ran hesitated, Hu Ju, who was lying on the bed crying, sat up with tears all over his face, looked at Chen Jiao, and asked choked:

"Your son is crying, don't you mind?"

Chen Jiao was still in her pink pajamas, except for some stubborn stains on her body, she had already done her best to clean her body. She struggled to bite her lips, struggling to look at An Ran, her eyes were a little red, aggrieved and stubborn. :

"I can't support him. This child was not what I wanted to have. I thought he had already died on the fifth floor!"

The implication is that An Ran was troubled and rescued her son?

"I can't support him either. I can't take care of my own children. Why are you so kind and want to take care of your son?"

An Ran raised her eyebrows and scolded Chen Jiao angrily. She and Chen Jiao started from the same starting point. Even at the beginning, she was not as good as Chen Jiao. How many relatives and friends regarded Chen Jiao as a treasure, and Chen Jiao's starting point was not sure how many grades higher than that of An Ran.

But An Ran never gave up the lump of flesh that fell from her body. Chen Jiao wanted to give up, that was Chen Jiao's freedom, but why should she put the responsibility of raising her son on An Ran? Just because An Ran was troubled, she rescued her son from the fifth floor?

There's no such thing in the world, is it?

"I can't live, I can't live, I really can't live!!!"

Chen Jiao seemed to be very emotional amidst the child's cries. She couldn't help but shouted at An Ran. She cried too. That was her own son, no matter how bad it was. As hard as iron, Chen Jiao would also feel uncomfortable.