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"Uncle?" Mo Huajie couldn't imagine that he would be kidnapped by Gao Yibin?

"Uncle Mo, you are a smart person, let's just open up about some things."

Gao Yibin pulled up a chair and sat across from him. At this moment, the hypocrisy of a conspiracy that had been run by a wolf for many years was torn off.

After bidding farewell to Tang Anran, Su Qingji left by flight.

Although she already knew that Tang Anran's biological father was Gao Yibin, this incident only caused a small ripple in her heart and did not cause any real impact. The relationship between the two was as usual.

Su Qingji took a photo of the new spring launch of the endorsed "Songxi" brand in a certain city, and then flew to country M with his work team to prepare for the upcoming filming of "Want to Wear the Crown".

Tang Anran is even busier than her. Chen Lujia's habit of having actors train is well known. The pre-shooting preparations for "Bamboo Sword: Never Ending" are rigorous and busy. Chen Lujia took the leading actors to Yunnan Province for physical training at the filming location .

In the early morning, I ran around the artificial lake beside the bamboo forest, and in the evening, I followed the martial arts instructor in the bamboo forest while feeding mosquitoes and practicing my body. I lived a life of spiritual practice.

Although the foreign countries on each side of the sky squeezed the time for daily communication, it made the half-hour video call every morning more precious.

Because of the jet lag, the call time between the two was set at [-]:[-] a.m. domestic time. It happened that Tang Anran needed to get up early every day. At this time, Su Qingji had just finished his day's work in country M and returned to the hotel.

Being busy makes time pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye, a month has passed.

In places where the seasons are like spring, February is not cold at all.

Today, as usual, the sun is warm and the bamboo forest is boring.

Tang Anran always felt that her eyelids were twitching, and she faintly felt that something bad was about to happen, until she saw a piece of news at night, and the restlessness that had lasted all day seemed to find a focus.

[Su Guan, chairman of Canghai Group, originally planned to attend the Nanshan Summit, but Su Guan was not seen on the day of the summit, and Su Lan, the executive president of Canghai, attended on behalf of his father.It is reported that Su Guan recently underwent heart bypass surgery due to coronary heart disease. Netizens speculated that Su Guan's absence this time was due to the deterioration of his condition...]

Su Guan's body turned red again.

When Tang Anran had breakfast the next morning, he had a video call with Su Qingji and talked about it.

"Tangtang, I'm going back to China in a while, and my grandpa is going to have an operation."

"I saw the news last night. Is the old man okay?"

"It's fine for the time being. His reexamination indicators are not up to standard, and he developed heart failure after bypass surgery, but his condition is stable now, and his life is not in danger for the time being. Now he is planning...to perform a heart transplant."

Su Qingji's expression was a bit heavy, but instead she smiled softly, "I will return to my country before the operation, and when the operation is over, I will go to Yunnan Province to see you."

The risk factor of heart transplantation is very high. Su Guan was hospitalized again. His wife Jiang Fangpei was overly worried and fell ill. Su Lan was responsible for the hospitalization and surgery of the two elders.

But Su Lan has to be busy with the affairs of the group, and Gao Yibin often appears in the hospital.

The chief surgeon will be contacted and arranged by him.

After the last expert meeting before the operation, Gao Yibin called Mo Huajie after he went out.

"Uncle Mo, the old man's operation time is at [-]:[-] am on March [-]st. Do you know how to notify my niece?"

Mo Huajie looked tired, but in just one month, he seemed to be ten years older, his hair was half gray, and his old figure was comparable to that of an old man in his seventies.

Although he already knew the conspiracy of Gao Yibin and Su Lan, but because the safety of his family was threatened, he had no choice but to work together, so he nodded his agreement on the phone.

"I know."

After hanging up the phone, he stood alone by the window of the study, watching the last rays of the setting sun disappear irresistibly.

Sighing, the international call connected to Su Qingji's cell phone.

"Miss, the chairman's operation is scheduled for March [-]rd. Well, you will be in time by that flight. When you arrive, I will send a car to the airport to pick you up."

The Su residence, which was brightly lit in the past, now turned off the brilliant lights in order to pray for Su Guan and Jiang Fangpei, and several rows of candles were placed on the first floor.

In the night at the end of winter, there are no cicadas and insects, and the earth is silent.

The night was filled, and the surroundings gradually became dark and silent.

March [-], afternoon.

Things happened in a hurry, Su Qingji left Xi Zhu in country M to handle affairs on her behalf, and only bodyguard Kong Lian returned with her.

The car sent by Mo Huajie was already waiting, and when Kong Lian went to help her pick up her luggage, Su Qingji was invited into the car alone.

The driver drove away directly, instead of going to the hospital where Su Guan was, but went straight to Su's house.

Su Qingji wanted the driver to go directly to the hospital, but the driver said that the housekeeper had something important to explain and she had to go home first.

At home, Mo Huajie was waiting for her to come back.

Su Qingji hurriedly walked from the parking lot to the first floor of the villa. When he saw the butler in a suit, he almost didn't recognize him.

But after two months of absence, Mo Huajie's hair turned gray.

She frowned and asked doubtfully, "Uncle Mo?"

Mo Huajie smiled kindly, "Miss, you are back, are you tired from the journey? Your room has been tidied up, you can go upstairs to rest."

Su Qingji slowed down, his high heels stepped on the tiles crisply, echoing in the empty hall, the sound was especially clear in the quiet environment.

Behind her, four bodyguard-like men in black appeared out of nowhere and followed her like shadows.

Su Qingji noticed it and turned his head to take a look, and everyone stopped.

Mo Huajie waved his hand, and the four men in black stepped back.

The tip of the nose is filled with the smell of burning candles, and the familiar home in the past seems a little unusual at this time.

Su Qingji looked around without a trace, and walked towards Mo Huajie.

"Uncle Mo, I won't go upstairs. You can take me to the hospital later." After five steps away, she stood still, "Is there anything important you want to tell me?"

"Miss, you don't need to go to the hospital." Mo Huajie's voice was a little hoarse, not only his appearance, but also his voice had aged a lot.

"why?"

Mo Huajie's cloudy eyes were no longer as sharp as before. He lowered his head and raised his head helplessly.

"Miss, the surgery...is over."

"..."

Su Qingji was startled, his eyes trembled, "What did you say?"

"The old man's operation was done on the first day, probably because he is old after all, and the heart transplant failed, so he didn't get off the operating table."

Su Qingji was stunned, and in a split second, she instantly understood the situation.

"Uncle Mo, you...?"

Mo Huajie understood her tone, and said weakly: "I have no other choice."

A man in black who followed Su Qingji stepped forward, "Miss, please go back to your room."

Four people surrounded Su Qingji, these people Su Qingji had never seen before, they were all familiar faces, obviously not from Mo Huajie.

She frowned, and the one closest to her stretched out her hand to push her arm, and Su Qingji made a sharp slash.

"Don't touch me, I'll go upstairs by myself."

Looking at Mo Huajie for the last time, Su Qingji straightened his back and stepped up the stairs with awe.

The four men in black looked at each other in dismay, and then the two went upstairs and followed to the door of her room, standing on the handles one on the left and one on the right.

That night, a hospital in Beijing.

Jiang Fangpei was overly worried a few days ago and was admitted to the ward.

Yesterday's news of Su Guan's failed surgery and death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

At this moment, in the silent and empty ward, the old woman was lying alone on the hospital bed, and the testing instruments around her were shining with cold light.

She was plugged into a ventilator, dripped with a retained needle, and her pale face looked very weak.

The door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged woman with a mask walked in unhurriedly.

The pearl earrings swayed slightly with her steps.

Walking to the bed, looking at Jiang Fangpei who was lying on the bed limp and old, she slowly pulled off the mask.

"...Xiaolan." Jiang Fangpei raised her eyelids and whispered weakly.

Su Lan looked down at the old man on the bed from a high position, twitched the corners of her mouth, and said without emotion: "Good evening, Aunt Fang."

Opening his eyes once seemed to exhaust his strength, Jiang Fang moved his lips and closed his eyes again.

A ventilator is supporting her oxygen supply.

Su Lan walked left and right in the ward, looking at the instrument interface next to her. After a while, she turned her eyes back to the bed and looked at it for a while.

Suddenly, she said for no reason: "You seem to be 68 this year."

Jiang Fangpei moved her eyeballs, raised her heavy eyelids, and looked at her stepdaughter who had always been at odds with her with cloudy eyes.

Su Lan's tone was cold: "The first half of my life was raised by my father in the outer house, and the second half of my life was grandiosely serving as the wife of my family. You are in your sixties, and your work is not in vain."

She stretched out her hand to tidy up the broken hair on Jiang Fangpei's forehead, and sneered, "But what's the use, when you leave, you can't take anything with you?"

She stood up and looked around, her tone revealed a sinister tone, "Dark ward, cold equipment, all alone."

"Scared? Feeling helpless?"

Jiang Fangpei's breathing became short of breath, and the sound of breathing was very labored.

Su Lan narrowed her eyes, her complexion gradually changed, "Old lady, do you know...how did my mother leave?"

Jiang Fangpei stared at her closely, his chest heaved with difficulty, and mist emerged from the oxygen mask.

"Heh, how do you know? Back then, you were mixing oil with that old and immortal Tiantian, so how could you have time to deal with your former partner who was abandoned like me?"

Su Lan's expression was heartbroken, and her voice was full of resentment: "She was lying alone in the damp and cold ward. When she died, I was the only one beside me. I was only eight years old at that time, and I just watched my mother die in front of my eyes."

"She is a young lady from a famous family, but she was skinny when she left. Su Guan, that old man, never came until the end."

"Oh, no, he's dead, he's finally dead."

"He still wants to change his heart to continue his life, hehe, is he worthy? A man without a heart, a man who is so indifferent to his wife, does not deserve to have a beating heart. Since he has no heart, then I will let him As he wished, let him be buried with an empty chest."

Jiang Fangpei stared and said with difficulty: "You..."

The meaning she heard from Su Lan's words made her eyes tear up.

"Stop pointing at the old lady." Su Lan slapped her hand.

"How about I accompany you for the last part of your journey?"

There was a sneer on her lips, and her tone was calm and calm: "When do you plan to go on the road? I have work in a few days, I'm afraid I won't be able to get away, or choose a day instead of hitting the day, you are tired, so hurry up tonight Bar."

Jiang Fangpei coughed violently.

Su Lan turned a deaf ear to it, and without bending down, she stretched out her hand to remove her oxygen mask, her eyes filled with bottomless coldness.

"My dad is still waiting for you below. You love each other so much, don't let him wait too long."

The ECG on the instrument gradually became a straight line.

The sound of high-heeled shoes was unhurried, the lights in the ward were turned off, the door was closed, and Su Lan's figure disappeared alone at the end of the hospital corridor.

The monitoring of the power outage restored power again 10 minutes after she left.

The nurse ran into Jiang Fangpei's ward in a panic to rescue the deceased old man.