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"Your mother is bent on death, and she can't be saved."

Huo Xiumo's words hurt so much that he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, Jiang Yansheng only felt that his eyes were very dry, and he subconsciously rubbed them.

"Oh."

Her mind was blank at the moment, putting aside the big hand of the man on her shoulder, lifting the quilt and getting out of bed to find shoes, she was still wearing a suspender nightdress, obviously the windows were closed, and she felt very cold inexplicably.

It was the kind of coldness that grew from the bottom of my heart that made Jiang Yansheng a little trance-like.

What did you just say?

"Voice!"

Huo Xiumo saw her body shake for a moment, stepped forward in time and supported her, with a strong emotion of concern in his deep eyes.

Jiang Yansheng raised his head and faced him: "What did you just say?" ”

Huo Xiumo's thin lips moved, but he couldn't bear to repeat such a cruel fact to her, stretched out his arm and hugged her tightly in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "You still have me, and I still have me." ”

Jiang Yansheng's eyes trembled, and her chaotic consciousness began to become clear, she asked, her voice hiding an embarrassed weakness: "Why can't you save it?" Why ......"

Before tonight, her mother was fine, and the doctors said that as long as she survived two treatments, she would not be in danger of life in the future, and she would live for at least five more years.

Five years!

Jiang Yansheng thought it would be good to have one more day.

Her voice was hoarse and dry, and she asked Huo Xiumo: "How could she die?" ”

"My mother-in-law committed suicide by swallowing a blade in front of my father-in-law's tombstone, and she must have wanted to leave."

"Dead in front of my dad?" Jiang Yansheng's whole heart seemed to fall into the abyss in an instant, she sneered pathetically and self-deprecatingly, and tears filled up in her eyes: "I didn't let her go to the cemetery to see my father, because I was afraid that she would lose the idea of living after seeing the last side...... It seems that she really doesn't want to live. ”

……

Ye Ming's body was found by bodyguards.

She leaned motionless in front of the tombstone, closed her eyes, and smiled, but her face was as pale as paper, without the slightest trace of blood.

After all, he died of melancholy.

The lights of the villa were bright, and all the bodyguards were standing in the downstairs living room wet, and the doctors and nurses were running up and down, but they couldn't be saved for a long time, and they were already out of breath when they were sent back.

In the master bedroom upstairs, no one dared to move Ye Ming's body.

She was still wearing the clothes she wore when she went out, lying on the bed calmly and serenely, while Ye Mi was holding a towel, wiping her dripping hair little by little, her fingertips were trembling from the beginning, she didn't dare to imagine the fact that her mother was gone, she was in a trance, her eyes looked at her mother in a daze, and her eyes moved from her pale face to her throat.

She choked up and cried: "Mom, do you hurt?" ”

With a blade in his throat, does it hurt to death?

It's a pity that no matter how Ye Mi asks, he can't hear the voice he wants to hear.

She was blaming herself in the depths of her heart, she shouldn't have quarreled with her mother last night, and she was thinking about every detail of her words over and over again, whether she had broken her mother's heart.

Ye Mi felt very painful, slowly put down the towel, covered her face, and couldn't control her crying anymore.

She had no mother.

A desolate cry came out of the room, the moment Jiang Yansheng went upstairs, her footsteps paused slightly, she stood in the corridor, the light above her head reflected on herself, but she felt a chill in her body, her little face was cold, staring at the half-hidden door.

Huo Xiumo put his arm around her shoulder, not even daring to exert himself, for fear that she would be too fragile.

Jiang Yansheng stood in place, Ye Mi's cry seemed to be poured on the tip of her heart, it hurt, and suddenly, she didn't want to go in.

She changed her mind and headed downstairs to the study.

Huo Xiumo followed closely behind, and when he arrived at the door, Jiang Yansheng stopped, lowered his eyes to look at the shadow on the ground, and said with pale lips: "I want to calm down, you can help me deal with my mother's death, okay?" ”

"I'll be with you."

Huo Xiumo was afraid that she would be at the tip of the horns for a while, and she wouldn't be able to think about it.

Jiang Yansheng's white hand held the doorknob, seemingly without force, but she didn't know that she had consumed all her strength, and even spoke: "I don't want to pay attention to anyone now." ”

Huo Xiu was silent for a moment, watching her walk into the study, the door was also closed in front of him, and the light was very bright at the moment, stretching his tall shadow......

Last night, he left her in Dujingyuan for one night, half-coaxing and half-forced, but this night, he gave Ye Ming time to commit suicide in front of Jiang Yadong's grave.

Huo Xiumo thought along the way, if Jiang Yansheng wanted to be angry with him, it seemed that there was no way to defend himself.

The door was closed and did not open for a long time.

Huo Xiumo stood for almost half an hour before stepping away.

There was no only sound of footsteps, no matter inside or outside the door, it was very quiet, in the study, Jiang Yansheng sat in the place where her mother read on weekdays, her head hurt, she was enduring it on the way here, her fingertips pressed her temples tightly, scratching her skin, and she couldn't relieve it.

She had been trying to restrain herself, but her eyes were still red.

All the grievances in Jiang Yansheng's heart were mixed together, she was in pain, and her red lips muttered: "In your heart, love is supreme, right?" ”

"You know that I long for the mother's love you give, even if it's just a point, but you don't even want to cure your own disease, stay with me for five more years, just five years, why don't you even give it to me for five years?"

"My dad died, he died...... You're going to die with ......."

Jiang Yansheng felt very sad, she couldn't understand the love of her parents, the two couldn't stay together for the rest of their lives, what did it mean to die together?

Her eyes gradually became redder, and she sneered lowly: "You don't want me, not even Ye Mi, heh, you are really not a good mother, never have been." ”

The two daughters combined can't compete with the love in her heart.

Jiang Yansheng somehow, he just couldn't cry.

Her eyes were very dry, and she wanted to relieve the pressure for a painful meal, but she only felt ridiculous and pathetic, looking at everything in the study, and the pictures of accompanying her mother these days were still vivid.

Happiness really can't come too suddenly, otherwise it will be lost too quickly.

She had been looking for her mother for so long, and when she found it, she lost it immediately, and even the only thought she had left.

From now on, she Jiang Yansheng, without a father or mother, has really become an orphan.

……

The dark and gloomy sky finally dawned.

The night was spent like this, everyone couldn't sleep all night, Ye Ming's body was still upstairs, she had been changed into a clean dress, her hair was delicately combed, she left so unexpectedly that she didn't even leave a word.

Or, staying will not help, and it will make people sad.

Huo Xiumo walked down the stairs, his tall and straight body still wearing the dark black suit of last night, and after the night, with messy folds.

The bloodshot in his deep eyes was heavy, and he was not in a good mood.

When he arrived in the living room, Huo Xiumo asked the maid in a deep voice: "Mrs. is still in the study?" ”

The servant nodded: "I sent water twice, but I didn't open the door." ”

They could only knock on the door, but they did not dare to force their way in.

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