The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1130 Warning, the sweet score exceeds the standard (end)
Jiang Tang really closed his eyes, and turned around on his own.

She has said all that needs to be said.

Song Naichao has lived for more than 800 years, which is indeed a long time. Time has taught him to endure loneliness and a hard heart, but it has not taught him how to love someone.

After a while, the man suddenly spoke.

"Jiang Tang."

Slowly opening his black eyes, Jiang Tang pursed his lips and looked at the crescent moon in the field.

Then, she heard Song Naichao speak calmly.

"No one, who will die without it."

Ah.
Well, it's true, loneliness doesn't kill a person.

Early the next morning, the two of them continued their honeymoon trip as if nothing had happened.

After the trip, Song Naichao went to Italy, and Jiang Tang was sent back to Hua by him.

She gradually faded out of the public eye, and after the agent's contract with her expired, she never made any request to continue the contract.

The assistant was taken back, and Zhang Ke was still Jiang Tang's personal doctor, but she also met someone she liked, and she was going to go abroad with her boyfriend soon.

12 years later.

Jiang's father was found to have advanced liver cancer, and when he felt unwell, his life was only a few months away.

Jiang Tang stayed by the hospital bed the whole time, watching this man who loved his daughter so much become thinner day by day, and his anger was as thin as a thread.

During this period, Song Naichao called her out of the ward alone and asked her.

"Looking at your father like this, you never thought about letting him out of pain?"

Jiang Tang glanced at Jiang's father through the glass of the ward, and then shook his head slowly.

"His life is full and valuable, and his death in accordance with nature is the best relief."

After this conversation, Song Naichao left Huaguo, and he didn't come back until the day Jiang's father died.

In front of the tombstone, Jiang Tang was extremely calm. She took a deep look at the bouquet of white chrysanthemums she presented to her father, then turned and left.

Jiang Tang was free from illness and disaster in his life, and his marriage with Song Naichao lasted 60 years, and he had no children all his life.

The appearance of the man remains the same, but the woman has gray hair, but she remains bright to the last moment of her life.

In the garden of the seaside villa, Jiang Tang was sitting in a wheelchair, lifting the silver wires around her ears, and looking at the endless blue sea in front of her, she stretched out her hand and took the initiative to hold Song Naichao's hand, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

In the end, she didn't say anything, and closed her eyes calmly.

The hands in his palms gradually became cold, Song Naichao slowly squatted down, holding Jiang Tang's face in his hands, his black eyes were filled with despair and grievance that were so thick that they couldn't be resolved.

The red lips trembled violently. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse and outrageous.

"Jiang Tang?"

He called her cautiously, as if he was afraid of disturbing her, and then shook her hand gently.

"Jiang Tang?"

What responded to him was a louder than a loud wave.

Finally, the dam that had been built for 60 years collapsed at this moment, and the gushing emotions made him almost breathless.

He was sobbing again and again, his black eyes were red, helpless and desperate like a child, he hugged Jiang Tang into his arms, buried his head in her hair, trembling all over, as if he would die in the next moment.

"Jiang Tang. I'm sorry, I'm sorry Jiang Tang, I lied to you, I lied to you Jiang Tang."

For a while, his face showed a desperate expression that was depressed to the point of collapse, and then a crying expression like a child was abandoned. He knelt on the ground and hugged the person in his arms tightly.

"Jiang Tang, look at me, look at me. I lied to you. If I leave you, I will die, I will die."

Indeed, loneliness does not kill a person.

But missing can.

(Finish)

　new world:

　　Who dares to touch my candy

　　Black on the outside and black on the inside. Irritable and impermanent. Sugar-controlled dynasty vs. born poor. Epilepsy and madness Tang Tang

　　Yuan Dynasty: Although I smoke and drink and burn my head, I am a good boy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)