Qin Huo then followed, "Miss Ye, I have already arranged for the mahogany piano to be transported by air, and it will be delivered in two days." ”

"Well, thank you, Qin Huo." Ye Huanyu blinked her eyes twice in embarrassment, afraid that Qin Huo would see her tears.

Qin Huo paused and hesitated, "Miss Ye, are you okay?" ”

"No ......," she shook her head.

"Then I'll go first." Qin Huo said, turning around to catch up with the master's footsteps.

"Wait." She hurriedly shouted, "Qin Huo, please remind him to remember to change the dressing for the wound......"

"I will." Qin Huo nodded and left.

Ye Huanyu wrapped Qi Yemo's coat and walked to the airport gate.

Looking up, the cold wind blew in your face.

She let out a cool breath and flagged down a taxi......

*

Qi Yemo's car quickly arrived at the Central Hospital A.

"Er Shao, you're finally here." Steward Wang had been waiting at the entrance of the hospital for a while.

"Where's the master?" Qi Yemo didn't say a word, got out of the car, and walked straight to the hospital.

"The old man is still in the intensive care unit......

"What the hell is going on? How did you have a stroke! He frowned, and there was an imperceptible panic in his tone, and his father had only called him the day before the Spring Festival. It's only been a few days, how did you have a stroke?

"I ...... I don't know very well......" Steward Wang shook his head, "When I found the master, the master had already fallen to the ground unconscious. ”

"What about the others? Everyone in the family is there, so no one knows? ”

"......" Steward Wang couldn't answer.

Qi Yemo endured his anger and hurriedly came to the intensive care unit-

"Night Ink ......" Song Ruling burst into tears, "You're back......"

Qi Feiyuan and his wife silently guarded the chuang.

Qi Yan spread out on the sofa and drank sullenly.

When Qi Yemo saw the old man wearing an oxygen mask and pale hair on the sick chaung, his heart was shocked.

I hadn't seen him for a few days, and my father couldn't afford to be sick.

Qi Zhengtian opened his eyes and saw Qi Yemo, his eyes flickered.

However, after the stroke, the face with nerve paralysis could not squeeze out expression.

"......" The old man wanted to make a sound, but he could only make a few single notes inarticulately, "Er......"

Who would have thought that Qi Zhengtian, who was old and strong in the past, is now in his last years.

"Dad, I'm back." Qi Yemo said in a hoarse voice, and shook Qi Zhengtian's hand tightly, "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

Qi Zhengtian's eyes suddenly turned red, his hands trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

But he told his son with his eyes that he had been waiting for this sincere 'father' for too many years......

Or, Qi Yemo's 'I'm sorry' made him feel guilty.

Among the three sons, he favors the eldest the most, the third the most, and admires the second the most, but he also owes the second child the most......

Qi Yemo took a deep breath of cold air, and immediately shouted at the people present——

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

He didn't expect that after a trip to Sabah and a few days of drunken dreams and death, he would come back with the illusion that he had been in the world for several years.

What exactly is missing? So that the father suddenly suffered a stroke and was admitted to the hospital?

"Night Ink...... I'm sorry...... It's my fault......" Song Ruling suddenly cried, "If I had found out earlier, Zhengtian wouldn't be like this......"

Qi Feiyuan stood aside, lowered his head, and said resignedly, "It's my fault." In the past few days of the Chinese New Year, my father was happy and pulled me to drink a few glasses of wine......"

(Enlightenment Book Network)