The next day, Sikong Jue took Mu Xiangqing to the hospital.

In the ward, Sikong Wei's face became even worse, his sharp eyes became darker and darker, and his voice was weak, "Your parents went back?"

"Hmm."

Sikong definitely did not have the slightest sympathy for the sick and frail old man in front of him, if he hadn't fallen ill, he wouldn't have stopped, and they wouldn't have the peaceful conversation they have now.

Sikong never asked himself if he couldn't be as open-minded as his father.

But there is no hatred or resentment, he only sees Sikong Wei as an enemy and an opponent.

Sikong Wei didn't expect Sikong Jue, the only grandson, to have a good face and enthusiasm for him.

First, they don't have any feelings at all, they don't meet very often, and the meeting is not so harmonious, just relying on that trace of blood is far from enough.

Second, what he did to him during this time, it was good that his grandson was not angry with him.

"You're fine."

Sikong Wei looked at the expressionless but similar face, and a trace of regret rarely rose in his heart.

If he hadn't forced his son to break away from the family, and his grandson would have grown up in Sikong's family, there would be no current situation.

There's no starting over.

Sikong Wei's gaze fell on Mu Xiangqing's body, "You're also fine."

This was the first time Sikong Wei had praised someone, but neither of them had any emotional changes, no matter what Sikong Wei said, it didn't matter to them because they didn't care about him.

Sikong said, "What do you want to say about us?"

"Your father's willingness to come back is filial piety, I know he doesn't want me to die, his personality is very similar to your grandmother."

Sikong Jue sometimes heard his father say that his grandmother was a very gentle, virtuous, and very good person, but it was a pity that she did not live long.

Sikong Wei looked at Sikong Jue again, "I know that you are not uncommon, but your father only likes to do research."

Sikong Jue knew the meaning expressed in Sikong Wei's words, his father returned to the family, but he was not interested in doing business, even if it was handed over to a professional manager, he could not ignore it as a son, but he was never threatened.

"I'm not my father."

Sikong Wei raised a wry smile, and replied expectedly, when Sun Tzu said this, he meant that he would not take over the family in the future.

Forget it, he didn't have the life to see things that far back.

He struggled to lift his finger and point to the papers on the cabinet, "Look at the papers."

Sikong didn't move, he wasn't interested in whatever was inside, "No need."

"Let's take a look." Sikong Wei looked at Mu Xiangqing.

Facing those weak eyes, Mu Xiangqing pursed his lips, but he was not hard, stepped forward to pick up the document, and handed it to Sikong Jue.

Sikong Jue took it and opened it to see, his voice did not fluctuate, "Is this compensation?"

"No, I can't care so much about the future, so you can go back."

After speaking, Sikong Wei slowly closed his eyes.

Sikong Jue held Mu Xiangqing's hand and left, without looking at him much.

Leaving the hospital, in the car, Mu Xiangqing opened the file and looked, "Sikong, you said that Sikong Wei is a confession before he died?"

The documents are all companies and shares that were previously acquired by the Sikong family, and now they are transferred to the name of Sikong Jue free of charge.

Sikong Jue said, "What repentance is just his last resort, since he gives it, he will receive it, anyway, these will be Dad's in the future."

Mu Xiangqing put the document in the back seat and hooked his lips, "That's the truth, but you really don't care?"

"No matter." The tone of the silence is so determined.

Mu Xiangqing raised her eyebrows, "But Dad can't manage it, who cares?"

Sikong Jue's deep eyes appeared with a smile when he heard this, and he didn't answer immediately, and when he stopped at the red light and waited, he turned his head and looked at Mu Xiangqing very seriously, "Let a professional manager take care of it first, and then give birth to a son to take care of it."

Mu Xiangqing was stunned, he never thought that the way to be common was this.

That delicate face is dull and cute, double

His eyes widened, his red lips opened slightly, and he was very cute, so he pinched his hand, "What?"

"You've thought that far." Mu Xiangqing glanced at Si Kong, "If you give birth to a daughter, you still want to give birth until you have a son."

"Of course not, giving birth to a child is very painful and hard, we just want one."

Sikong was reluctant to let Mu Xiangqing suffer so much.

A sweetness gradually grew from the bottom of his heart and spread throughout Mu Xiangqing's body.

Then I heard Sikong Jue say again, "If it's a daughter, then I can only slap my face and inherit it, and I can't be bitter about my daughter."

Mu Xiangqing smiled, "Patriarchal?"

Sikong Jue shook his head, "No, the son is a man if he has to take responsibility, as for what he wants to do, it depends on his own ability, and the girl is delicate, of course, she should be spoiled and let her do what she likes."

"It's a double standard." Mu Xiangqing teased.

Sikong never quibbled anymore, it was a tacit acquiescence, he hoped to have a daughter like Mu Xiangqing, who must be very cute and smart.

Green light, start the car and leave.

Mu Xiangqing thought for a while and said, "But I want my children to have companionship, not loneliness."

Sikong is the standard wife and slave, "Okay, listen to you."

Mu Xiangqing was surrounded by sweetness, and she was beautiful, "But Mr. Sikong, it's a bit far to think about this now."

"It's not far, it's almost the same when I think about it."

Mu Xiangqing turned his head to look at the handsome face that was perfect as a sculpture and smiling, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Everything was settled.

Mu Xiangqing firmly believes that they will be better in the future.

She held out her hand to him, and he glanced at it, smiling and reaching out to hold it, holding all his sources of happiness.

Sikong Wei died one night half a year later.

A month before his death, Sikong Jie and Su Yuan rushed back from their busy research.

Sikong Wei insisted on going home from the hospital, he had already accepted the facts and wanted to go where he was most familiar.

As the head of the first family, Sikong Wei was of course solemn at the funeral.

It's hard for Sikong Suke to keep a low profile even if he wants to.

After the funeral, Sikong Jie talked to his son Sikong Jue alone.

The gazebo in the back garden of Sikong Mansion.

Sikong Jie looked into the distance, "Ah Jue, I know you have no interest in the Sikong family, you can help me find some trustworthy people to manage."

"Hmm."

Sikong Jue also planned to hand over the Su family's property to manage, which he was not interested in, and he couldn't manage so much alone.

Sikong Jie turned to look at his son, "As for the wedding between you and Ah Qing, it takes time to prepare, the engagement banquet is too urgent, the wedding can't be sloppy, you are also young, enjoy the world of two people, wait three years before the wedding."

Regarding his son's feelings for Mu Xiangqing, Sikong Jie also sees it, but when his relatives die, some rules still have to be observed, and he is gossiped about.

"Otherwise, get the certificate first."

Sikong pursed his lips, understanding what his father was considering.

"I'll take care of it."

Sikong Jie went back and talked to Mu Xiangqing about it.

Mu Xiangqing nestled in Sikong Jie's arms, sat up, looked at Sikong Jue with a smile, and put his hands around his neck, "Mr. Sikong Jue, I have thought about this matter a long time ago, and I have already chosen the date for receiving the certificate."

She started talking about it the day she talked about the child.

Sikong Jue raised his eyebrows, the tender love in his deep eyes was about to overflow, and his hands were firmly wrapped around her thin waist, "Which day?"

"Guess?" Mu Xiangqing turned around and lay back in Si Kong's arms, humming a song.

Sikong Jue thought about it seriously, a smile appeared in his eyes, he lowered his head, and a low magnetic sound, "The day I came back."

Mu Xiangqing raised his head, his bright eyes were full of love, "That's right, so you have to go to bed early and get up early during this time, adjust to your best state, I want the best of the best."

The words fell with both hands around the boss's empty neck, and invited silently.

Sikong definitely hugged Mu Xiangqing

Lifting her chin up, he bowed his head and kissed the smiling red lips.

A month later.

At half past ten in the morning, the sun was shining and the sky was clear, and Mu Xiangqing took Sikong to the cemetery to see her mother.

"Mom, I'm married, you see." Mu Xiangqing held up the marriage certificate, opened it, and praised, "Handsome men and beautiful women."

The breeze was blowing, and the person in the picture on the tombstone was smiling brightly and gently.

Mu Xiangqing smiled and whispered about what had happened to her recently.

"My grandfather has a little high blood pressure but listens to the doctor, and the company is all handed over to my cousin."

"Zhong's territory is getting bigger and bigger, but Dad has allocated time, An Tong writes songs while going to school, and meets Bole who appreciates her."

"The old man is also in good health, he plans to give me his net worth, I don't want it, he is angry, I will go over next week to coax him, as for the others are fine."

After Mu Xiangqing finished speaking, Sikong Jue stepped forward, bent down to say hello, and promised very seriously, "Mom, Ah Qing and I will be fine."

Mu Xiangqing stared at Sikong's side face with tenderness and sweetness.

Five minutes later, the two left.

"Sikong, where should I choose the wedding?" Mu Xiangqing held Sikong's hand and looked into the distance, his tone full of expectation.

Sikong Jue stared at Mu Xiangqing gently, "What do you think? I'll do it."

"Grandpa wants to run it in Jing City, and I want to do it in Jing City." Mu Xiangqing smiled sweetly.

No matter how good Bei'an is, in Mu Xiangqing's heart, Jing City has the most good memories.

"Then in Jing City, by the sea, at the manor, or at the church?"

Weddings are never to be planned personally.

Before Mu Xiangqing could answer, her phone rang first, and she turned on the speakerphone, "Ah Feng."

"The celebration is ready, where are the two protagonists?"

The mobile phone not only heard Lu Rifeng's voice, but also the cheerful urging voices of others.

Among them, Ren Yuanjue and He Lanchen, Shangguan Ling made the loudest noise.

It was too busy before, Simu, Tianji, and Huaxia Laboratory were built together in batches and set in Jingshi.

It was strongly recommended by Shangguan Ling, he selfishly wanted to make Yang Nian happy and walk through his mother-in-law's back door by the way.

And Lu Rifeng and Chen Chen are also homesick, and most of the other employees have never been to Jingshi.

More importantly, Mu Xiangqing and Sikong must get the certificate in Jing City, and they will kill several birds with one stone.

Lu Rifeng: They proposed to celebrate Mu Xiangqing and Sikong Jue's certificate.

Mu Xiangqing replied, "It's on the way."

Hanging up the phone, Mu Xiangqing held Si Kong's hand, and the two looked at each other and left.

The warm sunlight sprinkled on the body of the two-walled people, the shadows were elongated, and their stories were wonderful in the future...