Long-term love becomes sick, ex-husband is too involved in the drama

The hand was suddenly grasped forcefully.

The hand holding her was thin, and the back of the hand was full of veins. Looking up, the old man's lips trembled and his eyes were reddish, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

Heart trembled violently.

Very stuffy.

Mo Shihuan moved his lips, wanting to comfort him, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and it took him a long time to squeeze out two words: "Grandpa..."

The voice is extremely hoarse.

After the words fell, she clearly felt that Mr. Mu was holding her hand harder.

It hurt, but she didn't break free.

"Grandpa..." She tried hard to speak and to comfort her, but her tears fell down the back of the old man's hand in a very useless way.

The discomfort was extremely turbulent, and Mo Shihuan couldn't hold back and turned away suddenly.

Suddenly, the hand was released, and in the next second, dry fingers gently wiped away her tears.

"Don't cry...don't cry..."

Mu Shihuan was stunned.

She turned her head slowly, and saw that Mr. Mu was looking at her incomprehensibly, his clumsy and consoling appearance made people feel warm and sad, obviously there was still grief in his own eyes that had not dissipated.

"Don't cry..."

Mu Shihuan bit her lip and nodded heavily.

"Okay..." She responded hoarsely.

"Jingzhou...Jingzhou..." Seeing her promise, Mr. Mu let go of her, picked up the photo frame again with the hand that wiped her tears, touched it gently, and called that name over and over again, "Jingzhou..."

The sourness and discomfort that had been suppressed with great difficulty surged again, overwhelming her.

Mu Shihuan resisted forcefully, but still unconsciously looked at the photo. Finally, her eyes fell on the opened box.

Other photo frames come into view.

Without exception, it was her father, Mu Jingzhou. No matter what posture or scene, he always had a warm smile on his face, warming people like the sun, and making people want to get closer.

Such a good person...

The heart felt more and more uncomfortable, as if an invisible big hand was holding it.

pain.

And, can't breathe.

"He was trying to save you. There wasn't a single bone in his body that wasn't broken. When we found you, his body was covered in blood. He died with a grievance, but you... are safe and sound."

"Will everything be erased if you lose your memory? Let go of the pain and live heartlessly and recklessly? Forget his tragedy forever?"

Suddenly, the words Gao Zhiman said at the cemetery clearly resurfaced in her mind, reminding and torturing her over and over again.

Unconsciously, Mo Shihuan clenched her fingers tightly, her nails dug into her palms and printed traces, but she no longer felt the pain.

Beside my ears, Mr. Mu's voice continued——

"Jingzhou...Jingzhou..."

With stiff sideways eyes, Mo Shihuan looked at him.

His eyes were out of focus, and his muttering seemed to be an unconscious behavior, or an instinct of blood relationship, as if he was tireless over and over again, and the corners of his eyes were wet at some point, and tears were falling drop by drop.

Suddenly, he turned his head.

"Jingzhou...who is it?" He opened his mouth and asked blankly.

The picture is extremely sad.

Mo Shihuan couldn't bear to watch anymore, couldn't bear to answer, and she couldn't even make a sound.

The boulder pressing on her heart seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that she could hardly bear it and couldn't breathe.

Repressed.

uncomfortable.

"Jingzhou..."

The wrist was grasped again, very hard.

……

Gao glanced at the time, it was almost an hour.

Worried, he stood up and said to Uncle Ming with no expression: "Sorry, we are taking my wife home."

He said he was going to the basement.

Uncle Ming hurriedly stopped him: "No! Miss Shi Huan..."

"Mrs!"

Uncle Ming turned around, and saw Mu Shihuan walking slowly supporting the old man.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly approached to take the old man: "Miss Shi Huan, let me..."

However, old man Mu suddenly acted like a child, stubbornly holding on to Mu Shihuan's hand, not allowing anyone to approach him, and even lost his temper and growled: "Go away! Go away!"

Uncle Ming was stunned.

"Master..." He looked at Mu Shihuan worriedly again, and when he saw it, he became even more anxious, "Miss Shihuan, your..."

"Uncle Ming, is the doctor here?" Mu Shihuan interrupted him, looked at the old man who was holding his hand tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where is Grandpa's room, I'll just help him there, and then let the doctor examine him .”

Uncle Ming felt sad and uncomfortable: "It's on the second floor, I'll take Miss Shi Huan up there."

"Ah."

Mo Shihuan suppressed the discomfort, forced a smile, and then carefully helped the old man walk to the elevator.

Gao Yiben wanted to help, but before he stretched out his hand, Mr. Mu stared back fiercely, angrily said: "You are not allowed to touch me! You are all bad people!"

He can only give up.

Mu Shihuan only felt sour.

She helped Mr. Mu back to the room, and with Uncle Ming's coaxing help, helped Mr. Mu onto the bed, and then, the family doctor who was waiting at the side stepped forward to examine him.

Throughout the whole process, Mu Shihuan's wrist was tightly gripped by him, and the circle that was gripped by him had already turned red obviously, but Mr. Mu still refused to let go, like an insecure child.

Several times, Uncle Ming couldn't help turning his face away.

After some non-cooperative examinations, the family doctor told the old man that he had a low-grade fever and that the problem was not serious, just take the medicine. He also urged him not to be stimulated again, and it was best not to mention the past.

Uncle Ming agreed one by one, and personally sent the family doctor away.

When he came back again, he still saw the old man holding Mu Shihuan's wrist tightly.

He sighed, approached and coaxed patiently: "Master, it's time to go to bed, listen to the doctor, sleep well and you will be able to take care of your garden tomorrow. Let's let Miss Shi Huan go, shall we?"

Mr. Mu looked at him, but didn't speak.

"master……"

"No!" Old Master Mu said angrily.

Uncle Ming had no choice but to ask Mu Shihuan for help.

Mu Shihuan tried hard to imitate Uncle Ming and coaxed: "Grandpa, I won't go, I will stay here with you, you can sleep, it's okay, I want to ask you for a potted flower, when you wake up, give it to me, okay?" ?”

Old Master Mu was stunned: "Flowers..."

Mu Shihuan nodded: "Well, flowers, grandpa, I like the flowers you planted."

Old Master Mu laughed instantly, becoming more and more childlike in contentment: "Okay, okay... When I wake up, I'll give you a pot of flowers, right, little girl, what's your name?"

It turns out that grandpa still doesn't remember her...

"Shi Huan, grandpa, my name is Shi Huan," Mu Shi Huan tried his best to restrain the sudden turbulent and wanton discomfort, raised a smile and said softly, "Shi Huan, time's Shi, happy joy."

"Shi Huan?"

"Well, Shi Huan."

Mr. Mu smiled.

Looking at it, Mu Shihuan felt more and more sad, and the rampant depression filled every corner of her body.

……

Half an hour later, Mr. Mu was finally coaxed to sleep.

Uncle Ming left with Mu Shihuan.

He sighed for a long time, and said with some discomfort: "Miss Shi Huan, master... the latter half of the master's life is really not easy. First, the white-haired person gave away the black-haired person, and then the company that he had worked hard for all his life was taken away. He... ..."

His mood fluctuated, his eyes were red and obvious, and he couldn't stop crying.

"Uncle Ming..." Mo Shihuan took out a tissue and handed it to him.

Uncle Ming took it, and tried hard to laugh that he was fine, but the smile was uglier than the cry.

"I made you laugh, Miss Shi Huan," he endured, wiping away his tears, "I'm sorry Miss Shi Huan, these words... shouldn't have told you every time to make you feel uncomfortable, but the recent situation of the master... "

When he spoke again, he choked up: "I'm afraid that the master will suddenly think of your father again like today, and run to the basement again... He can't stand the stimulation now, I'm afraid..."

A hand hanging by his side was quietly clenched, and the dull pain in his heart spread. Mo Shihuan spoke to comfort and convince himself: "Grandpa is fine, he will live a long and healthy life."

Uncle Ming tried his best to raise his smile: "Yes, Miss Shi Huan, you are right. Master must live a long life. If you are such a good person, good people will be rewarded." After a pause, he said with resentment , "The one who will receive retribution will only be that wolf-hearted Mu Sinian!"

Mousse year...

Eyelashes trembled slightly, Mo Shihuan closed her eyes.

A few seconds later, she asked softly: "Uncle Ming, why...you think I can take back the company, but now I have amnesia and don't understand anything, taking back the company and getting back the shares...isn't that easy?"

After the words fell, silence suddenly spread, followed by a depressive atmosphere.

a long time.

Uncle Ming looked at her and smiled wryly: "Miss Shi Huan, are you unwilling?"

Four eyes facing each other.

His eyes were red and moist, and his eyes were full of unbearable grief.

Looking at these eyes, Mo Shihuan immediately thought of the way Mr. Mu looked at him in the basement.

"No..." She shook her head and explained, "I..."

"Miss Shi Huan, this is your responsibility." Uncle Ming interrupted her.

Mu Shihuan's breathing was slightly stagnant.

Uncle Ming sighed uncomfortably: "Miss Shi Huan, I know, it is difficult for you to accept so many things at once, but Miss Shi Huan, as long as... as long as Master Fan is not sick, as long as I have a little way, I will never want to implicate you , there is really... no way."

"Uncle Ming, I just..."

"Miss Shi Huan," Uncle Ming took a step back and bowed deeply to her, "I'm sorry."

"Uncle Ming!" Mu Shihuan quickly helped him up.

Uncle Ming grasped her arm tightly, and stared at her non-stop: "Miss Shi Huan, you... It doesn't matter if you really don't want to, the young lady said before leaving..."

"Mom is gone?!" Mo Shihuan's pupils shrank heavily.

she left……

That's it... Hate her, don't you want to see her so much?
She still has so many things to say, and she still wants to have a good talk with her...

"she……"

Uncle Ming opened his mouth, and then took out a letter from his pocket: "Miss Shi Huan, this is a letter from Young Madam, you will understand after reading it."

……

Watching the car leave slowly, Uncle Ming returned to the villa with no grief on his face.

A figure appeared in front of him.