Mo Xing could feel her heaviness and depression at the moment.

He remembered what she had said outside the operating room, and when he heard her say it again, he always felt that something was wrong!

But I can't say anything?

Rong Yan looked at the person lightly and continued to speak: "Actually, I originally wanted to take my time in this matter of Rong Shucheng, but Rong Yanran's words made it impossible for me to take my time. ”

"But I know that what I'm going to do, in some ways, still hurts grandpa."

"The last thing I want to do is let my grandfather get hurt, but I can't ...... it"

Rong Yan pursed his lips and sighed a little: "Young Master Mo, what do you say I should do?" ”

Mo Xing stepped forward, walked in front of her, stretched out his hand to take the person into his arms, and gently patted her back with his hand: "Do what you think is right!" ”

Rong Yan didn't speak, just buried her head in Mo Xing Lone's arms, and only after half a sound did she look up at the person: "What if I still hurt my grandfather in the end?" ”

"No!" Mo Xing said: "You must know that in his heart, you are the most important, and you have to believe in grandpa!" ”

Mo Xing gently rubbed her head and asked, "Can I know how grandpa died in your dream?" ”

After Mo Xing asked, he felt that the girl in his arms even stiffened.

Rong Yan gently pushed the person away and stood up from the swing, she tugged at the corners of her mouth, and her smile looked a little obscure.

"Let's go back."

Mo Xing reached out and grabbed Rong Yan's hand.

Rong Yan paused, turned to look at the person, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's not a dream, is it?" Mo Xing opened his mouth with a bit of certainty in his tone.

Looks are definitely not people who become like this because of a dream!

It's just a dream, and she may become sad and nervous, but she definitely doesn't take this matter so seriously!

So, the dream she just said was a lie!

Rong Yan looked at Mo Xing Lonely, and his heart was dark with this man's keenness, and he understood more that there are some things that must not be said casually like this next time.

Rong Yan smiled and continued to speak: "It's a dream!" ”

"Let's go, go back!" Rong Yan grabbed his hand with his backhand and walked back.

Mo Xing frowned and didn't force her again.

Mo Xing stayed silent for a while, and then drove back by himself.

As soon as he got home, Rong Yan sent him a message: "Big guy, tonight's conversation, you forgot it when you slept in your sleep, you know?" ”

Mo Xing glanced at it and didn't reply.

After washing, he lay on the bed, thinking of what Rong Yan said, he still had some indescribable feelings in his heart.

Time passed slowly, Mo Xing lay down, turned off the lights and rested.

Maybe it was because he had been thinking about it before he went to bed, so he fell into a deep sleep again and fell into a dream.

In the dream, he was wearing a black trench coat, the whole person looked solemn, he was holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and then walked into a hall.

There were a lot of wreaths around, and he didn't look at the strips of cloth on the wreaths, and walked straight inside.

A coffin is placed in the center of the living room, and a black and white photograph is placed above.

When he saw the person in the photo clearly, he was stunned for a moment.

Rong Lao?

Putting the flower down in his hand, he bowed to the position of the photo.

Retracting his gaze, his gaze fell on the face of the kneeling on the ground next to him.

Unlike the glamorous and beautiful her in the last dream, she is now much haggard, her face is almost bloodless, and even her eyes do not have any luster.

Even in his dreams, he could still feel his heart shrink slightly, and he was a little uncomfortable.