I don't want a crematorium

The temperature in the room was very high, and the coldness in his body was instantly driven away.

Mu Zecheng stretched out his hand, probably because he had been outside just now, and the low temperature made his skin change color.

With his eyes downcast, he touched the collar of Han Yang's coat and exerted strength with his stiff hands. The black button was torn apart and fell to the wooden floor.

Han Yang glanced at the button, stretched out his hand to stop Mu Zecheng, and said calmly, "Uncle."

Mu Zecheng stopped suddenly, closed his eyes, and leaned on Han Yang's shoulder.

The two are about the same height, so it would be a little unnatural to make such an action, and the tight neck would be exposed at the collar.

Han Yang did nothing.

When he was a teenager, he believed that adults should be like his father and Mu Zecheng, calm and calm in dealing with things, but as he grew older, he found that sometimes, no one can always be extremely calm. state.

Just like his father, who would choose to die embarrassingly in prison because he was worried about hurting Han Yang, Mu Zecheng would also stand still in the snow just now.

Mu Zecheng opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on a place behind Han Yang with emptiness, "I'm going to go abroad later. Will you go with me?"

"Because of work?"

"No." Mu Zecheng straightened up, without waiting for his answer, he seemed a little tired, "Go out first, I'll change clothes."

When Han Yang walked out of the room, the old man came over, holding a tray in his hand, "Please persuade Mr. to drink these medicines later."

"What kind of medicine is this?" Han Yang lowered his head and glanced, all of them had already been assigned, and the name could not be seen.

The old man opened his mouth slightly, and paused for only a second, "Recently, I have been suffering from a cold, and I have a fever from time to time. Recently, foreign companies are busy, and it is a minor illness, so my husband doesn't care about it, but the doctor told me to take the medicine on time. The old man said It's useless, I still need you to persuade me."

He spoke very naturally, Han Yang nodded without noticing anything, "I see."

"Then thank you for your hard work."

Pushing open the door, Mu Zecheng was already fully dressed and sitting by the window. Han Yang walked over with the medicine and put it in front of him, "Drink the medicine first."

Seeing those medicines, Mu Zecheng looked at Han Yang and asked in a normal tone, "What did Uncle Zhang tell you?"

"What's wrong? Shouldn't he say something?" Han Yang looked down at Mu Zecheng.

Mu Zecheng smiled, half-closed his eyes and looked up to drink the medicine, "It's nothing."

"Are there some troubles at the company?" So I had to bring him with me just now.

Mu Zecheng was silent for a while, then nodded, "There is indeed something wrong. But it doesn't matter."

Uncle Zhang sent Han Yang away, and when he returned to the room, Mu Zecheng was standing in front of the mirror.

He carefully examined his frail body in the mirror, and he didn't know how long he could last.

When Mu Shuyun didn't have much time left, he was thinner than he is now.

Uncle Zhang silently lowered his head and went to clean up the things on the table.

Mu Zecheng said, "Han Yang doesn't really want to leave with me."

Uncle Zhang didn't stop what he was doing, smiled and said, "As long as you think about it, there is a way."

Mu Zecheng raised the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, "Break his legs?"

In fact, Mu Zecheng and Yu Yingrong are the same kind of people, if they want something, they will do whatever they can.

But Mu Zecheng is different from Yu Yingrong, if he is really hard-hearted, as long as he wants, Han Yang can stay in his foreign house now.

"That's not enough. Mr. Han still has feelings for you. If you say it carefully, he must be willing."

"Speak well?"

Tell him you don't have many days?

Then Han Yang will indeed stay by his side for the last time.

But Mu Zecheng wanted more than that.

Just like what Han Yang felt before, Mu Zecheng was somewhat contradictory.

On the one hand, he wanted to hold on to Han Yang.

Mu Zecheng had no partner or children, but he raised Han Yang for another two years.

The teenage Han Yang is a child that everyone will like. He has beautiful features, is intelligent, quiet and has a personality.

He is his own.

Mu Zecheng has always thought so.

For this reason, he thought about giving Han Yang the surname Mu, but was stopped by Han Yang's father.

On the other hand, because of his upbringing, he still has the love of his elders for Han Yang and the reason to consider him.

He didn't want to use the tricks to treat pets on Han Yang.

A man who has little time will always want more from the only people he has a connection with.

At this point, everything comes together.

-

Before Han Yang could calm down for a few days, the Yu family actually called, saying that no matter what, Yu Yingrong wanted to see him before he would leave.

Although he knew that Yu Yingrong's family spoiled him, he never expected that at this moment, he would be allowed to be self-willed.

There is no difference between seeing and not seeing, but it is a waste of each other's time.

"No. This is a matter of your own family. I don't need to see him."

What he said was indeed true.

Yu Yingrong has always been the only one making trouble.

"I know it's difficult for you, but we had to call you as a last resort. Don't worry, we will definitely not let him mess around. This time we also invited you, Uncle Mu, and the meeting was not only for Yu Yingrong, but also for him to add to your needs. A lot of trouble, this time is even more so. So we also intend to compensate you for some of the losses."

Han Yang rubbed his eyebrows and sighed, "The compensation is fine. I just hope it ends sooner."

This time Yu Yingrong did go too far and was too courageous.

If Mu Zecheng hadn't noticed it, the tube would not have been replaced with glucose.

If Han Yang and Mu Zecheng really want to pursue the responsibility, it is definitely not a matter of compensation.

Thinking of this, Han Yang didn't feel anything. Even if Yu Yingrong wanted to kidnap him or something, he still had a way. What he was afraid of was Yu Yingrong's parents. Grandfather Yu even went straight to the crutches to teach his beloved grandson a lesson.

When the few people met, there was still a bruise on Yu Yingrong's arm.

He watched Han Yang walk in quietly, without any reaction.

Sitting on the narrator's sofa is his grandfather, facing Muze Castle.

Needless to say, I know that half of Yu Yingrong's current appearance is due to his own misconduct, and half of the lessons that the family should have learned are due to the pressure from Mu Zecheng.

Mr. Yu still had some fear of him, if he didn't really teach Yu Yingrong a lesson, Mu Zecheng wouldn't let go.

He sighed and reprimanded: "What are you doing in a daze, apologize quickly."

Yu Yingrong remained silent.

"Since you dare to do it, you should also dare to bear the consequences." Mu Zecheng leaned on the back of the sofa and looked at him calmly, "This is not a place where lawlessness can be ruled."

His grandfather picked up the cane and hit his foot with the end, "Say it!"

Yu Yingrong suddenly laughed, and it was just an apology. He is not the kind of person with strong self-esteem. He kept quiet and just wanted to look at Han Yang again. He raised his head and said with a smile, "I'm sorry."

Seeing what he said, his grandfather was relieved and started talking to Han Yang about the compensation.

The compensation is very sincere, but Han Yang didn't come here for these.

But Mu Zecheng held him down, and said with a smile: "You always have to take some responsibility to learn a lesson. If someone wants to give it, you accept it."

Looking at Han Yang's profile, Yu Yingrong suddenly took out a coin and spread it out in front of Han Yang.

"Let's gamble again. If you guess right, I'll go and never see you again."

What if it's wrong?

Then he still wants to stay?

Mr. Yu's expression changed, unexpectedly, Yu Yingrong would not stop thinking.When he was about to reprimand, Mu Zecheng stopped him.

Han Yang glanced at the coin and looked into Yu Yingrong's eyes, "Really?"

Yu Yingrong knew his luck.

Yu Yingrong didn't talk nonsense and tossed the coin upwards.

The silver coin kept flipping in the air. Yu Xiu upstairs and Grandpa Yu downstairs all watched the round coin reach the highest point and land, and Yu Yingrong picked it up on the back of his hand.

"Pros or cons?"

Han Yang looked at Yu Yingrong, stood up and said a few words lightly, then walked away.

"front"

Yu Yingrong revealed the answer.

He didn't win the bet.

Han Yang walked out of the yard. By this time, the rain and snow had melted, and the road was wet.

When we got to the car, there was a flock of birds flying across the sky.

He looked up at the sky, not long after, a voice came from behind, and Mu Zecheng also came out.

Han Yang waited until Mu Zecheng came to him, and asked, "When are you leaving?"

Mu Zecheng looked into the distance while wearing leather gloves, "It's scheduled for tomorrow. Some documents are for you, and the secretary will send them to you another day."

"Going in such a hurry."

Mu Zecheng smiled without saying a word.

After a while, he still stepped forward to hug Han Yang, saying his final goodbye.

"Come and see me when you're not busy."