Whoever wants to be with them, a Mu Tianqing, is to make them no one and no ghost.

They don't pity anyone, they just pity their little grandson.

One was killed before he was born, and the other was born weak and sickly.

Every time they see such a grandchild, how can they not feel distressed, how can they not feel uncomfortable.

And what they say the most is nothing else, but ......

Mu Tianen.

But that person is dead, so their grandson's last life-saving medicine is gone, and who is the one who has ruined this life.

Is it the Mu family, Ling Ze, or Mu Tianqing, or rather, each of them has a share.

Ling Feng carefully held his grandson, and also held his grandson's little finger.

And he didn't know that Ling Ze, who was standing at the door at this time, heard Ling Feng's words.

How good it would be if Mu Tianen was alive.

But they didn't know that even if that person was locked up alive, it would be useless, because that person could save her sister, but he couldn't save her sister's child.

And even if she could, she wouldn't save it.

Ling Ze knew that that person was alive, but he never said it.

What can I do, I want a hope, but what I receive is despair.

He turned around and also opened the door, inside Mu Tianqing was wearing makeup in the mirror, she was thirty years old, far younger than women of the same age, coupled with careful maintenance, so she was still like a girl.

"You're going out again?"

Ling Ze asked Mu Tianqing.

"Kang Kang is still young, he wants you to spend more time with her."

Mu Tianqing took the makeup brush, and brushed it on his face, "If I look at it, will he be okay?" ”

It's been four years, and she herself is tired for four years.

Ling Ze opened the door and walked out, closing the door smoothly.

And that sound was also poured down from Mu Tianqing's head like a bucket of hot and cold water.

No matter how vigorous the feelings are, they can't withstand this trickle of water, and time takes them away, in addition to their age, there are also those who have loved the dead and alive.

Others say that the seven-year itch is the fifth year, but it has been a long time since they have said a good word.

Only you know what you need.

Some people, you always think that it is very important, you can live for him, or you can die for him, but later, you find that that person may just be suitable for heart.

There are too many trivial things in life, which are mutual understanding and common advances and retreats, rather than one pretentious and one busy.

In fact, even they don't know how long they have been, they haven't sat down together, eaten together, said something, and even the time they spent lying on the same bed began to decrease.

Ling Ze opened the door, and when he came out again, he was greeted by a green lawn.

No matter how good it is, it's useless, saying that even rabbits don't eat it.

He walked to the lawn, and then stopped in the middle, and stretched out his hand, as if he was picking something, but all that fell into his hands was air, and only those memories entered his heart.

He thought he would soon forget, but now that he thinks about it, it turns out that he still hasn't forgotten at all, and even remembers those delicious meals.

And that bowl of old mother soup.

He thought that it might be the easiest and favorite time of his life.

He straightened up, sighed, and walked back to his car.

He had forgotten how much he had cherished the lawn before, and now he didn't know when, he could already step on it, and people didn't have to take care of it.

At that time, he spent a lot of money, and he also hired a lot of people to maintain these lawns, but he was afraid that it would not last long, and he was afraid of death, but until now, he did not know.

No matter what kind of grass it is, no matter how well it grows, it's just grass.

The vitality of grass is very strong, even if you do nothing, even if you step on it again and again, it can still grow in the end.

Like a woman.

She can have no one, and in the end she is still doing well, and on the other hand, these people, carefully care about everything, but none of them are at ease.

Soon after, he was at the door of a hospital.

"Come in."

Zhuo Xinming knew who was coming.

The back door opened, and it was Ling Ze standing outside.

"How's Kangkang?"

Zhuo Xinming asked Ling Ze, that child is really worrying, these few people, except for Song Yuanyue's family, there is only such a child, although the child's mother is really annoying, but the child is innocent, and the child is also pitiful.

"Fortunately, I ate more today as well."

When Ling Ze mentioned his son, the light in his eyes finally softened a little.

Now the only one who can make him have such an expression is that child.

But when he said this, Zhuo Xinmin didn't feel relieved, the child's body was actually like a time bomb from birth.

No matter how cautious they are, a small cold could kill him, and his immune system is really poor.

"Is there really no other way?"

Ling Ze asked Zhuo Xinming, if there was a new medicine that could save him and his son, he only had such a child, and he was willing to do anything for this child.

Zhuo Xinming shook his head, "I have already told you since this child was born, this child has the same disease as Mu Tianqing. ”

A bone marrow transplant is required.

But none of them are suitable for him.

Originally, Ling Ze could be like Xu Lanying and Mu Lin, and if he gave birth to another one, maybe Ling Kang would be saved.

It's just a pity that Mu Tianqing injured her body when she gave birth to Ling Kang, and it is impossible to give birth to another one in the future.

Ling Ze pressed his hands on the table as well.

Because there's really no way to think about it? So in order to save this son, Ling Ze even thought of a very unfair way for others.

He wanted to have one with someone else, and then let this child save Ling Kang.

It's just a pity, it still doesn't work.

Because Ling Kang followed Mu Tianqing's blood type, only Mu Tianqing's side could save Ling Kang.

Therefore, Ling Ze could only use the method of finding bone marrow, opening companies in various places, and using the method of physical examination, bent on helping Ling Kang find a suitable bone marrow, and for him, it was easier to find it outside now than to have a child with Mu Tianqing.

Instead of holding on to something that is impossible to blossom and bear fruit, it is better to find a new opportunity.

Zhuo Xinmin didn't know whether to sympathize with him or sarcastically mock Ling Ze like this.

Whose fault is it that we have fallen to this point now?