The beloved one is back, and the CEO of the Holy Son is seeking to get back together every day.

Inside the study, Shen Xingyao was still standing in front of the window, staring motionlessly at the white snow outside. His usually cold figure carried a hint of desolation.

Lin Yue thought for a moment, then walked over to Shen Xingyao. She glanced at the man next to her before speaking in a low voice, "It seems like the snow is quite heavy this year. It feels like I haven't seen snow of this magnitude in a long time."

When Lin Yue entered the room, Shen Xingyao knew she had come in. He turned around and touched Lin Yue's belly: "The Meteorological Bureau said that this happens once every fifty years. You should stay at home recently and don't go out unless necessary."

Lin Yue nodded obediently. She saw that there was still a hint of melancholy between Shen Xingyao's eyebrows, and she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

"Mr. Shen..."

However, Lin Yue just called him softly and didn't say anything else.

Shen Xingyao was still waiting for Lin Yue's next words, "Hmm? Why don't you say anything?"

Lin Yue sighed slightly, took Shen Xingyao's hand, and leaned against his side. "I know you're in a bad mood, and I want to share your burden, but I find that I can't do anything..."

When Lin Yue said this, Shen Xingyao was stunned. He couldn't help but raised his hand and touched the top of Lin Yue's head. "You and the child are doing well, which is the biggest help to me."

"Don't worry, I will take care of these things."

Lin Yue looked at the heavy snow outside and said, "Well, I believe you. I don't have anything to do, so I'll stay here with you."

The couple snuggled together, quietly watching the snow falling outside.

……

After eating a big bowl of sugar water, Ah Hui went out. It was white outside and the heavy snow seemed to be submerging the entire capital.

He parked the car in the garage, picked up his things and walked towards Mr. Shen's ward.

At this time, in the intensive care unit of the hospital, Shen Qingshang was sitting quietly beside the bed.

On the hospital bed, Mr. Shen still lay with his eyes closed, motionless. His breathing was very weak, and the only sound in the whole room was the sound of the machine running.

Shen Qingshang didn't expect that when Mr. Shen was critically ill, he would be the one staying by his side.

He also called Shen Qingzhe many times. The other party was willing to answer the phone at first, but he made excuses and was unwilling to come to visit.

By now, Shen Qingshang couldn't even get through to the other party on the phone, and Shen Qingzhe was completely out of touch.

Since he wasn't expected to contribute money or effort anyway, Shen Qingshang simply didn't look for him and planned to handle Mr. Shen's funeral affairs on his own.

Looking at his old father in front of him, Shen Qingshang couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. He had resentment in his heart, but he had never thought of killing the other party.

Looking at the beeping machine in front of him, Shen Qingshang's expression became dazed...

At this moment, Shen Qingshang seemed to see the old man's hand move.

He rubbed his eyes quickly and found that Mr. Shen had woken up at some point and was looking at him with his cloudy eyes.

"Dad, you, you're awake..."

Shen Qingshang stood up and walked a few steps towards the bed so that he could hear clearly what Mr. Shen said.

But Mr. Shen just stared at Shen Qingshang for a while, then closed his eyes tiredly.

Shen Qingshang pulled the corner of his mouth, "Would you like some water?"

After a long while, Mr. Shen opened his eyes again, and this time he was a little clearer than before.