Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Wei Zhongmin had a sudden headache.

"This...didn't you send us here? We thought we'd have some good days ahead! But it turned out like this!"

Wei Zhongmin's sister also said in an annoyed tone.

"How much did the house sell for?!"

Wei Zhongmin looked at them and asked helplessly.

"More than five thousand!"

As Wei Zhongmin's father spoke, he reached out and covered his pocket.

"Let's go, let's stay at a hotel for the night, and then rent a place to live!"

Wei Zhongmin picked up the snakeskin bag from the ground, and the family walked towards the hotel across the street.

Except for Wei Zhongmin, who looked gloomy, almost everyone in his family was all smiles.

Wei Zhongmin's sister looked at the bustling traffic around her with a smile on her lips.

She knew from a young age that she was different from the girls in the countryside, and that she would go to the city sooner or later.

See, she's finally here.

Once she comes to the city, she will be different, and she will definitely be able to marry a city man.

I'm never going back to that damn place again.

Tang Wenfang and Sun Qingyou remained silent until they entered the elevator, at which point Tang Wenfang reached out and took Sun Qingyou's hand.

"Qingyou, it's all Mom's fault!"

After she finished speaking, she sighed softly.

Sun Qingyou found her words somewhat amusing.

What does this have to do with her?

“Mom, I’m not upset at all. After all, I saw through him before we got married. In fact, I’m very happy.”

Tang Wenfang took a close look at Sun Qingyou and saw that her expression was indeed completely unchanged.

At first, I didn't feel anything was wrong.

After thinking about it for a moment, he laughed too.

"Mom, don't blame yourself. You raised me so well, it's good enough that I didn't grow up to be a distorted person!"

Sun Qingyou then took Tang Wenfang's hand and spoke with a smile.

"Ok!"

Tang Wenfang also smiled.

The two people were talking as they got out of the elevator.

At that moment, Shen Yiming was seen closing the door and coming out.

Just as Sun Qingyou was about to greet her, she saw him stagger, lean against the wall, and then regain his balance.

"Shen Yiming, what's wrong?"

Sun Qingyou quickly walked up to him and reached out to support him.

"fine!"

Shen Yiming's lips were pale, and he shook his head weakly.

"How can you go out looking like this! Go home and rest! Are you sick?"

Sun Qingyou noticed that his face was pale and his lips were ashen.

"I'm fine!"

Shen Yiming fainted as soon as he finished speaking.

"Shen Yiming!"

After going to the hospital, they learned that Shen Yiming had late-stage leukemia.

His time is running out...

At this moment, Sun Qingyou felt very sad.

Such a young boy lost his life just like that, while those disgusting and despicable people are jumping around happily.

This world is so unfair.

"Qingyou, why do you look like that? If you weren't faking a smile, you'd actually be a pretty girl!"

Shen Yiming lay on the hospital bed, his face even paler than the white blanket covering him.

Sun Qingyou remained silent.

"Smile!"

Shen Yiming said weakly.

Sun Qingyou twitched her lips and revealed a slight smile.

"So fake!"