fake love

Chapter 319 Goodbye, My Love (3)
"What, what do you mean?" Li Yunling asked with a pale face.

"His heart is useless. Any stimulation will kill him. He must not get involved in the company's affairs. In my opinion, find a good place for him to cultivate. Maybe it will take a while."

Zhao Lan had been wondering why Ming Chengyou entered the emergency room just now, but now hearing what the director said, he felt dizzy and almost fell down.

Fu Ran sat on the chair with cold hands and feet, and her only hope was shattered. She was lucky, maybe Ming Chengyou would be fine after waking up.

The director turned away, and the hospital bed was pushed out of the emergency room by several people. The same scene was replayed in front of Fu Ran.

The hanging drip bottle was shaken, and the transparent liquid was continuously sent into Ming Chengyou's body. Fu Ran's eyes widened and he saw his closed eyes, Li Yunling rushed over, "Chengyou, Chengyou!"

Zhao Lan also cried loudly as if awakened, she stepped forward to hold her son's hand, but was pushed away by Li Yunling.

The man's face only flickered in Fu Ran's eyes, and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

She heard someone calling her having an affair, the voice got farther and farther away, leaving only an echo in her ears.

In Fu Ran's mind, the days when Ming Chengyou flew freely, with her bright and handsome face, her arrogant and seductive voice, her hands covering the corners of her mouth tightly clutching her hair, she was crushed by despair.

Ming Chengyou didn't expect that he could still come back to life.

The moment he fell to the ground, he was ready to die.

Li Yunling kept watch until he woke up. In the observation room, he could see the outside through a large glass window.

Zhao Lan stood in front of the window without moving, his hands gripping the window nervously.

After Ming Chengyou opened his eyes, Xu was not used to it, and his eyes looked around.

"Chengyou." Li Yunling called out to him while sitting in front of the window with a haggard face.

Ming Chengyou saw Zhao Lan standing outside the window, Li Yunling followed his gaze, got up quickly and walked to the door.

She signaled Zhao Lan not to come, "You still think he's not sick enough, don't you? Hurry up and leave. I can't forgive you if something happens to Chengyou."

Seeing that Ming Chengyou finally woke up, Zhao Lan's hanging heart settled down, "Okay, I'll go, I'll come to see him another day."

"No need," Li Yunling blurted out, but only for a moment, her tough tone softened again, "We'll talk about it another day, you, take good care of Mingzheng."

When Zhao Lan looked up, Li Yunling had already opened the door of the ward and entered.

Ming Chengyou was still lying down, but his gaze made her hairy, Li Yunling went back to the bed.

"Mom, you know everything, right?"

"Chengyou?" Li Yunling frowned, "Did Fu Ran tell you? Is that why you were sent to the emergency room?"

Ming Chengyou closed his eyes and refused to speak.

"Ruirui was taken away by the police. They said that Fan Xian fell down the stairs and became a vegetable. Fu Ran said that she was the murderer."

Ming Chengyou suddenly opened his eyes, and an inexplicable sadness flashed at the bottom of the pool, Li Yunling quickly shut up, "Take a rest, other people's affairs have nothing to do with us."

When he thought of Fu Ran's hysteria at that time, the child she lost in her stomach and Fan Xian who fell into a vegetable, Ming Chengyou felt a pain in his heart, a little sad, which could no longer be explained in words.

As night fell, the hospital also quieted down the noise of the day, Li Yunling couldn't bear the infusion, and only Butler Xiao was left in the ward.

Fu Ran found the observation room, and overnight, her world seemed to be turned upside down.

The familiar and palpitating beeping sound came through the door panel. Fu Ran stood in front of the huge glass window, and it happened to be Ming Chengyou's hospital bed.

The man seemed to be asleep, his face was extremely peaceful, the ward was very dark, the bedside light was weakly turned on, Ming Chengyou let out a few light coughs, the housekeeper Xiao who was standing by the side hurried over, "Third Young Master, are you alright?"

She caught a glimpse of the figure outside the window from the corner of her eye, looked closely, but did not speak, and her attention fell back to Ming Chengyou.

His lips were chapped and his voice was hoarse. Housekeeper Xiao took out a cotton swab and dipped it in water to moisten his lips.

"Housekeeper Xiao, what time is it?"

"It's midnight, Madam is getting an infusion and said she will come over later."

Ming Chengyou shook his head lightly, "Take her to rest, I'm fine."

Housekeeper Xiao threw the cotton swab into the trash can, "Call me if you need anything, I'm on the sofa."

Ming Chengyou didn't speak, he turned his eyes and suddenly found a figure standing outside the window.

The heart inevitably hurts, there is no way, as long as the heart is still beating for a day, he can't control it.

Fu Ran's eyes were red from crying, but the tears had already dried up by now.

Ming Chengyou stared at her face for a moment, but at a distance of a few meters, he suddenly realized how far away.

He hurt her to the heart, and she stabbed to the bone.

I never deny their love, but sometimes love is poisonous wine. If it withers, there is still hope of being revived, but what if it dies?
Ming Chengyou coughed, Fu Ran lowered his head, a sense of helplessness deeper than despair flowed in their hearts.

I miss it very much. When I first met her, the fight between Dao Gao and Mo Gao, I miss it very much. I miss the deep-rooted warmth when he embraced her. Missing, she picked up the pillow like a savage to whack him.

Ming Chengyou's eyes gradually became hazy, and his vision was shattered by the dense mist. At that time, he couldn't hold her hand and go down, let alone now, these hands, he let go of them Never thought about picking it up again.

There is no longer any possibility between them.

This is the fact that Ming Chengyou recognized early on. Thinking about it now, it has not been alleviated by the change of time. The pain that should have come will only hurt more.

When Ming Chengyou saw Fu Ran's shrugging shoulders, a coldness overflowed from his eyes, trickling out of the corners of his eyes, but it was so hot that he closed his eyes fiercely.

Goodbye my love.

Goodbye, the only one I ever loved, you.

In fact, the farthest distance in the world is not not loving each other, let alone the distance between the ends of the earth.

It's that loving is more painful than not loving, wanting to love, but not being able to love.

This kind of despair is like Ming Chengyou's heart, which cannot be saved.

(End of this chapter)