She divorced with her property, and her ex-husband chased her around the world

Before he finished speaking, Huo Jingbo hung up the phone and turned to look at her.

The voice was cold, "Grandpa is critically ill, we need to go to the hospital."

Shang Manyue was stunned. She just went to the hospital to see Mr. Huo three days ago. He was in good spirits at that time, so how could he be critically ill...

But now was not the time to ask this. The two of them changed their clothes and hurried to the hospital.

Along the way, Huo Jingbo was unusually silent. He stepped on the accelerator as far as he could and raced through the traffic at the fastest speed.

Although the man's face was expressionless and showed no emotion, Shang Manyue could feel that Huo Jingbo was... uneasy.

Her heart suddenly ached.

At the red light, she gently covered the man's hand with her hand and said softly, "Don't worry, it'll be fine."

The light in Huo Jingbo's eyes trembled slightly. He looked sideways at Shang Manyue and met her gentle gaze.

She didn't speak, it was just a silent comfort. Huo Jingbo tugged at the corner of his lips, thinking that she was childish. What use could a light word say in the face of life and death? But strangely, he felt better inexplicably.

He didn't say anything, just pinched her delicate face, with a touch of warmth on his fingertips.

The green light ahead turned on, Huo Jingbo took back his hand and concentrated on driving.

And he didn't know that something was quietly taking root in his heart at this moment.

hospital.

The red light above the operating room was on, indicating that the operation was in progress.

Huo Jingbo stood by the window with his hands in his pockets, listening to the nurse reporting to him on Mr. Huo's condition.

Caregiver: "He was fine before going to bed yesterday. He even sang a short piece of Cantonese opera to me. His daily life is also normal. He just complained about a lack of taste in his mouth two days ago, but he gets nutritious meals every day. They are all done in strict accordance with the standards, so I don't know why the old man suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night, Mr. Huo, I'm sorry."

Huo Jingbo nodded lightly and said he understood.

He believed that the nursing staff would not fail to do their best, and since the old man's health was getting worse day by day, anything could happen.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the door of the operating room. It had been a few hours since the old man was sent in. The man pursed his thin lips heavily, and there was a lingering gloom in his eyebrows.

He took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, held the lighter and was about to light it. He caught a glimpse of Shang Manyue standing aside from the corner of his eye, and he stopped again.

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

Huo Jingbo gently stroked Shang Manyue's head with his big palm, said something lazily, and walked toward the smoking area with his long legs.

Shang Manyue looked at his upright back and did not stop him.

She could understand how he was feeling at the moment. Facing the anxiety and anxiety that his loved ones might leave at any time, he needed an outlet.

Shang Manyue held her forehead with both hands, her heart still hanging.

Mr. Huo treated her like his own granddaughter, and so did she. If the old man really couldn't survive this test, she wouldn't even dare to think...

After a long time, the man came back. He sat next to Shang Manyue and leaned back against the cold wall.

Shang Manyue could smell the strong smell of tobacco on his body and knew that he must have smoked a lot. Although she didn't like him smoking, it was a way to relieve stress at times like this.

For the first time, she didn't dislike the smell of cigarette smoke. Her thin arms slowly hugged Huo Jingbo's thin waist, and her cheek was pressed against his chest.

She wanted to tell him that he was not alone and that she was with him.

Huo Jingbo's body shook slightly. He lowered his eyes and looked at the little black head in his arms.

Such a simple and plain hug made his empty heart feel filled to the brim in an instant.

He looked at her quietly for a while, then raised his hand and hugged her back, and the two of them just cuddled each other.

This was also a rare peaceful and warm scene in their three years of marriage.

However, it didn't last long before it was broken.

The rest of the Huo family heard the news and came over, but before the old man came out, they all began to mourn in advance, fearing that others would think they were unfilial and not get a share of the old man's wealth, causing a mess in front of the operating room.

Huo Jingbo's face darkened and he became angry, "Get out of here!"

Some uncles of the Huo family were not happy. How could they leave at such a critical moment? If it was the last time the old man saw him, if they could show their face in front of him, maybe the old man's inheritance would be divided more.

But how could Huo Jingbo tolerate their wild behavior? He called Yang Ge, and soon a team of bodyguards arrived, picked them up one by one, and dragged them away.

Before leaving, Huo Xiner glared at Shang Manyue fiercely, as if she was dissatisfied with why she could stay here.

But then I thought about it, if the old man was gone, she would have no support in the Huo family, and she would definitely kick her out by then!

Of the Huo family, Mrs. Huo Tian Xuelan is the only one left.

She sat on the bench on the other side, quietly, with neither sadness nor happiness on her face, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking.

The temperature has dropped recently, and it's chilly in the aisles. My body feels cold after sitting for a long time.

Seeing this, Shang Manyue got up and went to the vending machine and bought three hot drinks. When she came back, she handed them to Tian Xuelan first.

"Mom, drink something hot to warm yourself up."

Tian Xuelan glanced at her lightly, did not answer, and refused coldly: "No need."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Shang Manyue was still a little embarrassed.

Huo Jingbo raised his eyelids and looked over. The corners of his lips curled up, as if mocking but not mocking, and then he opened his lips and said, "Shang Manyue, come here, I'm thirsty."

"okay."

Shang Manyue walked up to him and handed one of the bottles to him. Huo Jingbo took it, unscrewed the lid neatly, and stuffed it back into her hand.

Then he grabbed the other two bottles, opened one of them, and threw the remaining bottle into the trash can.

The drink bottle showed a beautiful parabola in the air and was thrown into the trash can.

Shang Manyue: "…………"

She noticed last time that the relationship between mother and son was not good, but it seemed... worse than she imagined.

With Mr. Huo here, they can still maintain a calm expression. If Mr. Huo is gone, what will happen?

She couldn't help but have some ominous premonitions in her heart.

The clock on the wall is ticking. The longer the time goes, the more painful everyone's hearts are.

Shang Manyue could feel that Huo Jingbo's hand was getting colder and colder. She squeezed it tightly, trying to warm him up to no avail.

The lights in the operating room finally went out.

Gu Xianzhi took off his mask and walked over with obvious fatigue on his face. After all, the operation lasted more than five hours.

Huo Jingbo stared at him with his dark eyes, all the light in his eyes fixed, waiting for his result.

Shang Manyue also held her breath unconsciously, her heart beating up and down in her chest.

"The old man has been transferred to the intensive care unit. He... has something to tell you..."

As soon as the words came out, Shang Manyue's heart suddenly died.

So, does the old man mean to give his last words?