Du Ou is still wondering what is going on, making the house smell of mountain rain and wind full of buildings. The relationship between Mom and Dad was obviously not as good as before, and every time I went, Mom always quietly called herself to the garden alone to meet, and almost never saw the two of them sitting together in the spacious living room and drinking tea.

Now I can always see my father in the company, but when I return home, my father locks himself in the study alone, and no one sees or pays attention to him.

Their relationship suddenly became so cold that Du Ou was also uneasy. He was worried that his father and mother would divorce, and if the two of them divorced at this juncture, it would be a little difficult to handle.

He also heard some rumors that his father was going to transfer his shares and modify his will or something, but somehow?

Du Ou also thought about it privately, if it was true, he obviously wanted to transfer the shares to Du Jingtian, he had given her some before, but not much, this time her mother died, how much was he going to transfer? At present, he is the one with the most shares in the company, giving Du Jingtian some shares and nearly 35% of the shares. The second is himself, but he only has less than 30% of the shares. Originally, he promised his mother that if he resigned or died, all his shares would be transferred to his name.

If the rumors are true, then even if he becomes the CEO, if Du Jingtian has more shares than himself, he will definitely become a stumbling block for himself, and everything will be hindered.

Thinking of this, Du Ou couldn't help but feel heavy. However, his face cannot be revealed, and he still works diligently. Every time he thought of his mother's comforting words, he felt a lot more relieved, after all, his mother was his solid backing, and his mother said that, which showed that she still had some numbers in her heart.

She lives with her father every day, and her father is extremely dependent on her mother, although her mother does not work in the company and holds a small number of shares, but at the beginning of her father's tenure as a director, many businesses relied on her mother's mother's family. It is intertwined and inextricably linked. So some things may be hidden from everyone, but they may not be able to hide from my mother's crystal heart.

Thinking of this, Du Ou was relieved again.

A few days ago, he went to see Du Haiqing with a signed order contract, and there was a lot of Chu Jun's credit in this contract. Chu Jun has also been extra powerful recently, always urging his mother's family to do things for him. This makes Du Ou very useful. So their fake couple is also living very well.

But Du Haiqing looked at it, just nodded, and his attitude was very cold. He put it aside and said lightly: Oh, I know, you go and get busy with yours, I'll see it later.

Du Ou seemed to pour cold water, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and came out of his office dejectedly.

That day, Du Ou received a call saying that Du Haiqing was rushed to the hospital in the early morning and immediately rushed to the hospital. Dad was still unconscious, and Mom sat on a chair to the side, looking at her mummified husband on the hospital bed with a blank face.

Looking at Du Ou's hurried figure, he only exchanged glances slightly, and didn't say much.

Yan Ting said that he was not good in the early morning, yelling in pain, and before the driver came, he fainted and urinated, which frightened her. He was sent to the hospital and never woke up, but the doctors were already treating him.

Du Ou asked in detail, Yan Ting said, in fact, it's the same as usual, it's nothing, who knew that this happened in the middle of the night? But she quickly sighed and said, this disease is getting worse and worse, where can it get better and better? But it's also a matter of time. It's just that your father doesn't know how to maintain, doesn't know how to let go, his body is like this, and he still thinks that he has to do everything himself, why bother?

Du Ou was also speechless when he said this. I waited for the attending doctor to finish the meeting and inform me of the treatment plan.

Soon Chu Jun and all the staff of the board of directors rushed over one after another, and suddenly they became people in a ward, standing there like candles, not like they were coming to condole, and it was a bit of a collective farewell.

A group of people gathered around a hospital bed, looking at Du Haiqing, who was lying motionless on the hospital bed.

One by one has a dignified expression, low eyebrows and eyes, and is very solemn.

If it weren't for the fact that those detection instruments were still ticking and ticking, and all kinds of data indicated that this person was still alive, otherwise I really thought that Du Haiqing had no vital signs. I lay like this an hour ago, and I still do this an hour later, and my eyelids haven't twitched a bit.

He opened his mouth slightly, not breathing, but always like this. If a person is lying upright like a zombie unconsciously, his mouth will naturally open like this. If you don't believe me, you can go to the ward and observe the patients.

Now that I am older, my originally thick eyebrows are a little thin, and if you look closely, you will find that there are actually many white eyebrows mixed in them, and the gray eyebrow lines are actually the same as the color of your hair.

However, my father usually consciously dyes black when he gets a haircut, so his hair is jet black and looks very young. But the only thing he didn't notice was that it was the eyebrows that revealed the true side of his aging.

People will always strive for perfection and refinement in big things, but they will ignore the big things in the subtleties.

Many people dye their hair, but very few dye their eyebrows.

Du Ou suddenly thought that his father usually looked at himself with that kind of sharp eyes, as if he could see through himself at a glance, but now he has become so lifeless.

It can be seen that no matter how powerful you were back then, the invincible wolf king in the group was just a weak and vulnerable body when he was planted one day. Even if you don't die spiritually, you can't do anything about it, and you can only watch your life being controlled by others.

Du Ou believes that according to his father's personality, he would rather die than become the pickled person he is now, and he can't even control his pee and.

Mom said that last night she and the nanny were busy trying to change her father's pants, and his father was like a lump of mud, slumped there. It took a long time for the nanny to take off his pants, because the nanny was not very old, and she was a little embarrassed, and she was embarrassed to shrink her hands and feet, and she didn't dare to look directly at her eyes.

Where does Mom have so much strength?

When he was lying there naked like that for a long time, he really thought he was gone. Thanks to the driver's timely arrival and strength, he finally helped him get dressed again before getting into the car.

Saying this, Yan Ting sighed sadly. Du Ou listened to it very unbearably, and his mouth was full of bitterness.

Dad is usually such a perfect man, he was tall and handsome when he was young, and he was very trendy, and he was also very favored by women. Even if he is old, he still wears an expensive suit every day, his hair is not messy, and he is busy in the company with high spirits.

Perhaps, yesterday he was an eagle, and today he is just a sick old man lying down.

Thinking of this, Du Ou felt very sad, although he also hated his father's harshness and indifference to him, sometimes he was really unkind. But after all, he is his father, and he will always be the invincible image he has established in front of him. If you want to say who you have learned in the past half of your life, it is undeniable that it is your father who learns, but you can't learn it no matter how you learn.

It stands to reason that the saddest person in this ward should be Yan Ting, but unexpectedly, Yan Ting seems particularly calm and calm. She had been sitting there silently, greeting her first when she came in, and she nodded her head in thanks.

When Mr. Yuan, the chairman of the board of directors, arrived, she stood up, shook hands with him, talked to each other in a low voice, and then sat down in her place, straightening her back, and she did not say a word no matter what they said.