"Chu Jiangmo, I owe you a life." Fang Yabo bent down to pick up the bench that had fallen to the ground, sat on the stool himself, and looked at Chu Jiangmo, who had fallen asleep with his eyes closed, and felt a little more melancholy in his heart.

He actually knew that Chu Jiangmo had deliberately left by himself just now.

He, who had always insisted on not calling the nurse, suddenly made this request, which proved that Chu Jiangmo already knew about Lan Yan's situation inside.

So he left, he knew that Chu Jiangmo had something to say to Lan Yan in person.

In fact, no matter what Chu Jiangmo asked, he would agree, because this was what he owed her.

Although it is said that protecting Lan Ember is his due responsibility in Chu Jiangmo's opinion, in his opinion, Chu Jiangmo protected Lan Ember, which means that he protected his woman who is worthy of his life.

There are only three people he cares about in his life, one is the country, one is Lan Ash, and the other is Lu Chen.

One is responsibility, one is love, and the other is family affection.

So when Chu Jiangmo had been secretly protecting Lan Yan, he knew that he owed Chu Jiangmo a life.

General Chu defaulted to what he thought, and he had his own ideas.

"I'll take good care of my aunt and uncle, and I'll take good care of Lan Ash too."

Fang Yabo carefully put Chu Jiangmo's hand into the quilt, and his eyes had a touch of deep meaning.

"Leave in peace, nothing you feared will happen."

Fang Yabo got up and leaned over to give Chu Jiangmo a big hug.

"Thank you."

Although these two words came too late, he assured them that they were from his heart.

They don't need to say so much between men, a thank you is enough to explain everything.

After a few seconds, Fang Yabo let go of the hand holding Chu Jiangmo, sat down on the side again, and waited quietly for someone to come.

After about forty minutes, a pair of middle-aged men and women hurriedly ran into the ward.

The years have chosen to waste, taking away the youth of the previous generation, and aging the youth and beauty of the previous generation.

Chu Jiangmo's mother is also a woman who is almost fifty years old, although she is well maintained, she is old after all.

The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are the traces of the affection of the years.

Chu Jiangmo's father is over fifty years old, and although he is wearing a suit, he still can't hide his aging.

When the two saw their son lying silently on the hospital bed, they couldn't stop crying.

Chu Jiangmo's father was okay and could hold back his emotions, but Chu Jiangmo's mother almost collapsed on the spot.

Although their parents know that their son will not live long, no one wants their son to end his life in this way.

"Auntie, uncle." Fang Yabo sensed the movement, silently stepped aside, bowed his head and was silent.

Chu Jiangmo's parents couldn't take care of Fang Yabo's emotions this time, because it was their son who died.

The two of them ran to their son's side almost at the same time.

Even though they were only a few steps away, they couldn't help but run.

They just want to just look at their children.

Chu Jiangmo's mother took a lot of effort, but after all, she couldn't hold back and cried bitterly.

She eventually lost her child.

White-haired people send black-haired people, who can understand their sorrow?

She had only one son in her life, and she wanted to give him everything she had in the world.

But her son doesn't want anything, he just wants them to be good and filial to make them happy.

But her son only needs Moran Ash, and he is so stubborn that it makes them feel distressed.

After all, their son still fell into this fate.

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