"My grandma is hospitalized, I want to hurry over, and I won't say anything if it's okay. Wen Ting hurriedly left this sentence and ran to the car.

She was really anxious.

I just got into the white Lamborghini sports car and fastened my seat belt, and I couldn't help but be glad that I was driving this car today and it was fast.

Before starting the sports car, Wang Wei opened the door by himself, sat firmly in the co-pilot's seat, and explained aloud in Wen Ting's puzzled expression.

"I'll come along, maybe I can help. Wang Wei's expression was also a little worried, he didn't just want to see how Wen Ting, who had handled everything calmly, would deal with this matter.

It's all the more because his destination is also a hospital.

Wenting only hesitated for a second, then nodded, there was no time to think about it so much now, and the car sped off the lane as the engine started.

......

H Central Hospital.

First aid room.

The smell of disinfectant seemed to bring some sadness to the face, and no one around me except the staff did not have sadness on their faces.

This is undoubtedly the most stressful place in the entire hospital.

Because it's here that you face the most important things in life.

Life and death.

Wen Ting hurried to the hospital, and Yang Zhong was the only one outside the rescue room at this time.

This old man, who is too old, should have been indifferent to everything in the world, but at this moment, his mental condition almost collapsed.

It was something that had been expected for a long time, but now that it has happened, it will be caught off guard.

"Grandpa, Ting'er is here. Wen Ting came to Yang Zhong's side, put his arm on his broad and weak shoulder, and realized something for the first time.

No matter how strong Yang Zhong usually is, he is already old.

Slowly squatted down and looked at Yang Zhong worriedly: "Grandpa." ”

Hearing Wen Ting's gentle call, Yang Zhong slowly raised his eyes, and there was some sparkle in his old eyes.

He didn't say anything, just sighed helplessly, took out a contract formality from the package he was carrying, and handed it to Wen Ting tremblingly.

Wen Ting was very puzzled, grandma entered the rescue room, what contract information did Yang Zhong have at this time, it was necessary for Wen Ting to see it.

But when he looked at it, Wen Ting was stunned.

It turned out to be a property transfer agreement.

"Qian'er, she told me that in life, the most important thing is not money, but friendship and inheritance. We want to give you all the property, this is also Qian'er's wish, please accept it. ”

After Yang Zhong said this, he seemed unwilling to say more, closed his eyes heavily, and muddy tears slowly flowed down from the corners of his eyes and dripped to the ground.

This turned out to be the last wish of their two elders.

Gratitude should be heartfelt and reciprocated with facts, but Wen Ting's heart only felt that thousands of troops and horses poured into his mouth, and thousands of words poured into his mouth, and he didn't know where to start.

There is no retribution.

......

Seven days later.

Cemetery.

The ancients still said that those who are children keep filial piety for their families for three years, and those who are officials and emperors are like this.

In modern times, I am afraid that this provision will be invalidated.

The wheels of time are rolling forward, modern life is stressful, and they think that love in their hearts is better than words, and the matter will end after the funeral, but the relationship between Yang Zhong and Fang Qian is inseparable.

In order to cater to Yang Zhong's wishes, Wen Ting stayed in front of Fang Qian's spiritual position for seven days, keeping his mouth shut the whole time, how uncomfortable and painful his heart was, but he didn't shed a single tear.

It's the last day.

In the summer, there is a lot of rain, and at this time there is a fine mist in the sky.

Everyone lined up neatly in front of Fang Qian's spiritual seat, telling the past to the deceased.

But Wen Ting didn't expect that Lulu, who hadn't been seen for a long time, would appear here.

She was holding a black umbrella at this time, wearing black clothes, her expression was very solemn, and there were two children on both sides of her body, Hao Hao and Shuai Shuai, the children grew up very quickly, after such a long time, they were half a head taller, but their eyes were very clear, and they looked at all this carefully.

A child's feelings about life and death are always simple but happy.

Wen Ting looked at her with a frown and puzzled, and Lulu also saw Wen Ting's gaze, just nodded lightly and didn't say a word.

Seeing all this, Si Nanyu, who was beside him, thoughtfully stretched out his hand to hold Wen Ting's cold little hand, and cast a reassuring look.

"The deceased is gone, and no matter how much unpleasantness I had in my life, it has disappeared now, don't worry. "Si Nanyu is a person to rely on, he will always appear when he is most vulnerable.

Wen Ting blinked, nodded slightly, and finally looked away.

When Ran Yong was still working in the Yang Group before he became a vegetative person, Wen Ting had already heard from Lulu that she was dissatisfied with the chairman of the Yang Group and the chairman's wife.

Yang Zhong is outside, Fang Qian is inside.

Ran Yong is just a person who does a very good job, but is full of bad deeds in the world, such a person can't get into Fang Qian's eyes, so Ran Yong, who should have been promoted early, was just a manager before he became a vegetative person.

How could Lulu not know this.

Therefore, Wen Ting was worried that Lulu came to complain this time, but just as Si Nanyu said that the deceased has passed away, the resentment and hatred should have disappeared a long time ago.

What's more, Lulu is a person who values children so much, and if she brings her children with her today, she will definitely not make trouble.

When it was Lulu's turn, she let go of the immature little hands of the two children, one on the left and one on the right, and looked at the tombstone with a very complicated expression, her mouth trembling.

But in the end, she didn't say a word, but no one blamed her for the gratuitous meaning of coming this time without saying a word, and quietly left alone.

Since then, Wen Ting has officially taken over all the assets in the names of Yang Zhong and Fang Qian, and Yang Zhong has also returned to the villa that belongs to him and his wife to spend his old age.

After sending him away, this sad and busy seven days finally came to an end.

H Central Hospital.

in the inpatient ward.

Wen Ting came to the ward with a bouquet of bright flowers, and there was a weak middle-aged woman lying on the hospital bed, her mental condition was no longer enough to support her awakening, and she had been in a delirious coma, and she didn't even know if there was anyone around, and she was only a line away from death.

"You're here. Wang Wei, who had been watching the woman next to the hospital bed, slowly stood up, with a far-fetched smile on his face: "Actually, you don't have to come." ”

Looking at Wang Wei and the middle-aged woman, the memory returned to the day of Fang Qian's death.

Wang Wei and Wen Ting hurried to the door of the rescue room, Wen Ting had been sad, and Wang Wei seemed to be restless.

Not long after, a doctor in a white coat came over, puzzled and a little complaining, Wen Ting was a little surprised, he didn't understand what the hospital was looking for him.