President Hunting Love is too fierce

Sentences of deep regret are revealed in the words of memory.

People listened, and they couldn't bear to blame this dying old man who had done something wrong.

"No, old man, he passed out." The nurse who had been taking care of Mr. Mayfair suddenly screamed.

Mo Fengya's eyes trembled, and he turned his head to see his father talking, but suddenly fainted there.

He was at a loss for a moment, and wanted to help him, but his hand seemed to be filled with a thousand catties of lead. [

"Why are you still in a daze, take him to the car quickly."

Seeing that he was in a trance, Ye Chuqing anxiously took his hand and forcibly dragged him to Mr. Mayfair, asking him to hug him.

This situation is a good opportunity to resolve the conflict between father and son.

No matter what wrong things this old man has done, whether it is worthy of forgiveness or not, but if he is dead, then all resentment should be blown away with the wind.

She hoped that Mo Fengya would feel relieved and stop restraining herself in pain.

Mo Fengya stretched out his hand tremblingly, he made great efforts to restrain the struggle in his heart, picked up Mayfair, and carried him into the car.

Doctors and nurses accompanied him, and immediately examined the old man and prescribed medicine.

"Is there a place to rest nearby? The old man is in an unstable condition and it is not easy to travel around." The doctor asked.

Mo Fengya looked dazed, and finally said after a while, "There is an old manor two miles ahead, take him there."

Ye Chuqing felt relieved, Mo Fengya didn't even allow his father to come to his mother's cemetery, and now let his father rest in the place where he grew up.

Does it mean that he has begun to let go of it slowly.

Going to the manor, the manor has not been lived in for a long time, but Mo Fengya often has people come to clean it.

So the inside is still clean, nice and fully furnished.

Mr. Mayfair awoke after a while, and, in spite of the doctor's advice, insisted on walking about.

"There used to be a big mural here." Mr. Mayfair pointed to a wood carving in the living room.

Mo Fengya's eyes were gloomy: "It was replaced a long time ago."

"Yeah, I haven't been back for a long time, and this place has really changed." Mr. Mayfair said in a melancholy and nostalgic tone, talking about the past.

"I remember when you were a child, you liked to drag your saber to learn from the heroes in the murals, clamoring to go into battle like Napoleon and kill the enemy, and then jump on that closet to pose as a hero."

Speaking of Mo Fengya when he was a child, Mr. Mayfair had a faint smile on his face. [