"Let's go." Bai Xuesheng retracted his gaze.

Mo Shuangning came back to her senses and looked at Bai Xuesheng a little blankly: "Xuesheng, that woman ......"

"Maybe it just looks like it." Bai Xuesheng walked in the direction of the elevator, his voice was still soft and soft, "There are so many people in this world, it is not surprising that there are one or two who look alike." ”

"But ......" is too similar.

The distance was too far away, she didn't see the details of that woman's appearance, just the temperament of the whole body, not who Luo Nanchu was?

But Luo Nanchu is already dead.

The car accident was unrecognizable, and the relics were all taken back, and it was Fu Tingyuan who personally confirmed it, and there would be no mistake.

Mo Shuangning raised her head and looked forward, Bai Xuesheng had already walked to the elevator entrance and pressed the button, and was turning her head to smile at her, "Ah Ning, come quickly." The elevator is coming up. ”

Mo Shuangning looked at the pure and flawless smile on her face, her heart was slightly relieved, and she followed.

Maybe she was too nervous Luo Nanchu to catch someone so mustard, Luo Nanchu is dead, indeed dead, turned to ashes in the crematorium, and it is impossible to appear again.

It's just that she still feels a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Inexplicably uncomfortable.

I don't know if it's because of the woman who looks like Luo Nanchu, or if it's ...... Because of the haze that flashed on Bai Xuesheng's face just now.

In the black Lincoln, the driver is driving.

Fu Tingyuan sat in the back seat, and the wireless headphones were playing the conference call.

"Mr. Fu," the driver interrupted his thoughts, "there's a call from the hospital." “

Fu Tingyuan raised his head: "Huh? ”

"Your father's attending doctor called." The driver's voice was cautious.

Fu Tingyuan took off the earbuds, then leaned on the saddle and turned his head to look out the window.

The bustling city of reinforced concrete and busy traffic is even more lively near the evening.

The driver carefully waited with bated breath for his instructions, until the man said lightly: "Go to the hospital." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly turned around and drove towards a nearby private hospital.

……

Fu Tingyuan walked into the ward and sat on the sofa facing the ward.

Private special wards, private nurses serve 24 hours a day, and 10,000 US dollars a day is required, which can be said to be without any slackness.

He reached out and took an apple from the coffee table, and then took the knife and slowly peeled the apple, the slender peel hanging from his fingertips, and the trace continued.

The old man lying on the hospital bed with an oxygen mask on his face turned his head and said tremblingly: "Ting Yuan......"

"Huh?" He neatly peeled a whole apple, cut the pulp, and peeled it into the shape of an apple rabbit little by little, in a nonchalant and nonchalant tone.

"I want to see a sunny day." The old man's voice trembled as if he was about to die, "I haven't seen her for a long time...... You let me meet her. ”

Fu Tingyuan forked a piece of fruit flesh with the tip of the knife and tasted it, then put the fruit knife on the plate and raised his head to look at his father.

In three years, he has aged very much, as if he has stepped from middle age to old age in an instant, terminally ill, and has no skills to recover.

No matter how powerful he was when he was young, time is fair to everyone, wrinkled skin, thin cheeks, and a body that needs medical equipment to maintain life, the head of the Yan family, who made the whole of London jealous, is now dying, and he is just hanging on a ventilator.