In this hospital bed.

The man she loved the most in her life died.

Jiang Yansheng's eyes trembled with tears, staring at the white wall, watching the big hand on the thin shoulder slide down weakly, and she was in a trance of pain for a long time, and a group of doctors walked in and told her to get out of the way, but there was no response.

Her head was blank and she couldn't hear anything.

Dr. Bai walked in and held her in his arms, and the gentle voice came into her ears, and at this moment, it was extremely clear.

"Your father has died."

……

……

It was raining lightly, and in the cemetery with the best feng shui status in Wancheng, the tombstones were carefully cared for and filled with flowers.

Jiang Yansheng stood in front of the tombstone in a black coat dress, she bowed her head slightly, her long hair fell on her shoulders, and her eyes were unusually calm staring at the small photo above.

The man's resolute and cold face was deeply imprinted in her eyes.

In the past three days, her memory has blurred again, forgetting how her father was buried when he died in a car accident, and she seems to have been staying in the house, with people talking in her ears.

When she woke up in a trance, Dr. Bai asked her if she remembered her father.

Jiang Yansheng nodded.

She remembers.

I can't forget the moment after witnessing my father's death.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yansheng felt very uncomfortable in his chest, and there was a faint pain that stayed close to his heart and could not disappear.

She wanted to ......

Dad didn't leave, he has become a part of his memory and soul, and he will be with her, always there.

Jiang Yansheng threw the umbrella, and his slender body slowly leaned against the tombstone, closing his eyes, and letting the thin rain hit his hair.

Her pale lips trembled, and she murmured, "Dad, I miss you so much, I miss ...... so much"

……

……

The rain was still falling, the air in the cemetery was moist and cool, the yellow leaves were sticking to the ground, and the sky was gradually darkening.

The street lamp not far away on the side also lit up a halo, Jiang Yansheng snuggled up to the tombstone, stiffened his posture and never moved again, his long hair was wet with rain, and his side face was pale and bloodless.

Long.

Her long eyelashes twitched, and she slowly opened her closed eyes.

A tear also went down the corner of the eye.

Jiang Yansheng looked at the tombstone, raised his stiff arm, and touched the three words Jiang Yadong engraved on the tablet with his fingertips, which were cold to the touch, but seemed to burn people's skin.

She was in terrible pain, and her fingertips were shaking.

"Dad."

Jiang Yansheng's pale lips overflowed in a voice full of despair that was powerless to stay: "We haven't even seen each other for the last time, how can you bear to go?" ”

At the moment of Jiang Yansheng's voice, his heart throbbed and hurt.

She couldn't bear it, hugged Jiang Yadong's tombstone, and tried all her strength to vent the pain in her chest and her reluctance to die of her father, crying desperately in this cold wind: "Dad, you said that you would come back in three days, and many three days have passed......"

How did her father, who was so tall, become a cold tombstone?

Jiang Yansheng's face was pale and in a trance.

Behind her, there was a burst of footsteps approaching, and soon, the male clear and familiar aura hugged her thin and thin body, strong and very secure.

There was a hint of warmth in her silent heart.

"Home, okay?"

Huo Xiumo lowered his head, his thin lips almost against the woman's ear, and lowered his voice.

Jiang Yansheng cried so hard that he didn't have the strength to do it.

Her arms around the tombstone gradually slipped down.

Outside the cemetery, dozens of bodyguards were guarding, divided into two rows to watch the movements around them.

Huo Xiumo walked out with a cold aura and hugged the woman.

In the dark of night, he looked at Dr. Bai for a few seconds from a distance before getting into the car with his long legs.

……

Dujing Garden, villa.

Jiang Yan's voice was drowsy, and he had a low-grade fever after a whole day of rain, and when he was carried back to the master bedroom, his eyes were very red, and he was vaguely crying, smoking.

Huo Xiumo coldly instructed the servant to prepare ginger water, carried her to the bathroom for a hot bath, and carefully dried her body with a clean bath towel.

Jiang Yansheng was like an extraordinarily soft little animal, no matter how he tossed it, he wouldn't resist, and after his long hair was blown dry, Huo Xiumo threw the hair dryer and pressed her on the big bed behind him.

"Are you better?"

He took his long hand and imprisoned the woman's head, making her look into his own eyes.

Jiang Yan choked and nodded, stretched out his white hand to wrap his arms around the man's neck tightly, and pressed his face in front of his chest: "I don't have a father anymore, no more." ”

Huo Xiumo's eyes were swollen from crying when he saw her, and he couldn't shed tears until he cried, his voice was also hoarse, and his body trembled slightly, and he didn't know how pitiful it was.

He suppressed his heavy emotions with his eyebrows, and lowered his voice to reassure: "I'm still here, you can't cry anymore, your eyes don't hurt?" ”

Jiang Yansheng didn't know how to vent the pain in her heart, she took the man's big hand and pressed her chest wrapped in a bath towel, choked up: "It's uncomfortable here...... It's uncomfortable. ”

Huo Xiumo's eyes narrowed, and he bowed his head and kissed her directly.

Jiang Yansheng's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't struggle or push away, but took the initiative to open his lips and let his wet and hot long tongue come in.

The lips and teeth of the two were tightly entangled together, and their breaths blended.

Huo Xiumo's kiss, this time it was gentle, like using a lot of patience, soothing her emotions little by little.

Jiang Yansheng's crying gradually stopped, and there was a layer of tears in his eyes: "Xiu Mo." ”

"I'm here."

Huo Xiumo's thin hot lips pressed against her lips and did not leave, kissing carefully, but the big hand was very regular just hugging her, and after a while, his forehead was against the woman's cheek, and he looked at her with deep emotions.

No one spoke.

Jiang Yansheng hugged her tightly, as if she had been treated when she was about to die.

Outside the door.

The maid was holding a bowl of ginger water that was going to be cold, and it was embarrassing to bother.

She saw her husband pressing his wife on the bed, and her tall body enveloped the woman wrapped in a bath towel.

Even when she got older, she blushed when she saw it.

Alas!

The husband pressed and kissed like this, and the wife was not wearing clothes, so she would have a cold and a low-grade fever.

The servant thought for a moment, hesitated and knocked lightly on the door.

The slight movement made Huo Xiumo turn his head, and the corner of his eyes swept to the door, and he immediately got up, the dark shirt on his body was slightly messy, the belt of his suit pants was still buttoned, and he covered Jiang Yansheng with a quilt as usual.

"Come in."

As soon as he spoke, his hoarse voice revealed something.

The servant lowered his head and didn't dare to look around, and brought the ginger water in: "Sir, it's already cooked." ”

"Hmm."

Huo Xiumo took it with his long hand, and said expressionlessly: "Go and boil another bowl of porridge, don't put it spicy." ”

raised Jiang Yansheng as a daughter for nearly a month, and inadvertently remembered her taste when she became a little girl.

You can't eat spicy, you just like sweet.