Ten minutes later, Yan Zong's personal lawyer opened the door and walked out.

He has been a client relationship with Yan Zong for decades, and he is also a very well-known old lawyer in London, with a very strict mouth, what Yan Zong said in the ward, no one did not know each other to ask.

After the lawyer left, the doctors and nurses re-entered.

Fu Tingyuan: They also walked in.

At the end of the heart attack, it was very painful, the heart blood supply was insufficient, Yan Zong leaned on the hospital bed, and his face was iron-blue.

He looked weak and fragile, and more than a year in a hospital bed had left him thin with only a handful of bones.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes were the first to fix on the face of his beloved third son.

In the past three years, the relationship between father and son has been extremely bad, Fu Tingyuan has hardly come to see him, and every time they meet, they almost quarrel.

Fu Tingyuan knew that Yan Zong was a person, I am afraid that he didn't care much about him and hated him, he had been stubborn all his life, and he was afraid that he would be happy to see him become what he imagined.

He really is a very irresponsible father.

However, he had to admit that in the face of his disappearance, he still found it difficult to accept.

Yan Zong looked at him for a long time, he coughed lightly, and said with some difficulty: "You are finally willing to come to see me?" I thought you wouldn't be able to see me until I died. ”

There was a hint of blame in his tone, but there was still uncontrollable joy in his words.

Fu Tingyuan walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, looking at Yan Zong's hand hanging down on the bed with a needle.

The back of the hand was full of pinholes, and only a handful of bones remained.

"Just because I'm here doesn't mean I forgive you." He said coldly, "You get better tomorrow, and I can go." ”

When Yan Zong heard this, he leaned on the head of the bed and smiled: "I'm afraid it's not as you wanted...... he waved his hand and said, "Dad is old, everyone has this experience, but it's nothing." It's just a pity that I didn't get to your grandson......"

Fu Tingyuan moved his lips, wanting to say that even if you live for another twenty years, I am afraid you will not be able to hold it, but after enduring it, I still didn't say any more.

Yan Zong raised his hand and touched his face, his eyes were full of joy, and he seemed to be very pleased, at this moment, he was like an ordinary old man, lying on the bed full of appreciation and watching his favorite child grow up, and he was exceptionally good, that kind of fatherly mentality.

Fu Tingyuan raised his hand, pressed his hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Dad." ”

It was difficult for him to explain his feelings for a while.

Faced with the death of the dearest person, it is still a little difficult to accept after all.

After a while, the butler walked in and whispered to Yan Zong, "Mrs. Fu is here." ”

Yan Zong was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at the woman standing at the door with a cold face and a little awkward, compared to him, she was still very young, standing there, it seemed to be two generations.

The most romantic thing he has done in his life is to carefully collect and pamper this woman who has other men in her heart. Then let her bear him the best son.

Fu Tingyuan stood up from the side of the bed, walked over to Fu Qingtian and said, "You go and accompany him." ”

Fu Qingtian pursed her lips, leaning on the edge of the door and looking at the man on the hospital bed, he was so old that he no longer had the strong and arbitrary shadow in her memory.

The man raised his head and looked at her with a little excitement, Fu Qingtian frowned slightly and lowered her head, she was not very willing to go in.