Many netizens were gradually being led by the large number of naval forces, and they felt that what they were saying was a little right.

"It seems to be true... Wei Qinghe smiled several times without the feeling of the Sixth Prince."

"Yes, I've felt that way for a long time. It's just a very outrageous and has poor acting skills."

...

Compared with the company's public relations and leaders, Wei Qinghe was the first and most intuitive to know these remarks. In the small 40-bedroom house, it was cleaned cleanly and tidy. There was only a bed, a table and a cabinet for clothes in the room. The script directed by Sun Lei a few days ago was also placed on the table. It seemed particularly old because it was often watched and pinched. Inside the cabinet, the performance clothes were hung with dust bags, and the private clothes were often stacked underneath. The windows did not face the sun, and the curtains were opened in time and there was no light shining in. It was particularly dark all day long.

The person sat by the bed, holding his cell phone in his hand and hanging on his thighs. The screen of the phone was still lit, with his own Weibo page displayed on it, and six or seventeen comments below were all burying himself.

A few shortcomings are infinitely amplified in their mouths, and their efforts are not known.

"Can you be an actor like this?"

"You're the failure of this movie."

Weibo is never lively, but it is lively as it is scolded.

"You are the failure of your mother's life."

"We, the Qiu family, do not recognize this child."

"Your mother is not guilty of being unfaithful. She dares to get pregnant before marriage. Now she is sick. This is retribution."

"You poor man dare not listen to me?"

Wei Qinghe's fingertips are a little numb, his head is lowered, his hair covers his wet eyes, and his bad memories before are exposed to the scene, and it is the same responsibility to be scolded.

Maybe it was born a mistake.

Thoughts touched the people around me, the mother's kindness appeared in my mind, and Yu Ting supported herself in the theater.

It also implicates others.

Very tired.

Dingling.

The cold ringtone rang in the room, breaking Wei Qinghe's thoughts, and he hurriedly picked up his phone to see it.

Caller ID: 158×××××××

Hospital phone number.

After seeing the call clearly, Wei Qinghe took several deep breaths, adjusted his tone and state, and then turned on, "Hey? Doctor Qi, how is my mother?"

"The condition is not very good, it worsens, the cancer cells have further spread, and the drugs are already difficult to control. It is recommended to undergo chemotherapy again."

A strange and familiar male voice came from the other end of the phone, and was my mother's attending doctor.

The two of them talked many times because of their mother's condition.

"Okay, then let's do chemotherapy, please trouble the doctor." Wei Qinghe agreed repeatedly, with a smile on his face, and spoke politely, "I will give you the fee as soon as possible."

"Well, hurry up, your mother's current state is no longer optimistic. If you drag it out, I'm afraid... I'm powerless to turn the situation around."

The man's righteous words came from the other side of the receiver, with a serious tone.

Time doesn't wait for me.

"Okay, I know, I know. My mother asked you Dr. Qi, I will find a way to find money." The man nodded repeatedly at this end. Wei Qinghe agreed quickly and his attitude was very sincere.

The two chatted about Ms. Wei's physical condition for a while before hanging up the phone.
Chapter completed!