The wealthy and the cold are chasing love: the cute little wife

Chapter 120 Dying Will ([-])

There are thousands of words in my heart to tell, "Yingying, you have to take good care of Ah Zhe, he doesn't have any trustworthy family members around him, so I will leave everything to you from now on, you should love each other and take care of each other."

The only thing she can't let go of is this son, who is too cold and stubborn, so she has arranged everything for him, a bright future, a marriage that everyone can envy without criticism.

This is the only thing she can do for him in her lifetime. I hope his future road will be smooth and smooth.

Yingying naturally agreed and was very excited, "Auntie, I promise you that I will be with him and take care of him for the rest of my life."

I didn't expect that at this time, my wish would come true easily.

She knew that Han Shaozhe was a man of promise and his mother's last words, so she would definitely abide by them.

Hahaha, she is destined to marry him and be the hostess of the Han family.

Mrs. Han's face was full of pity and kindness, "My good boy, I want to hear you call me mom."

"Mom." Yingying yelled very fluently, sweet as hell.

Mrs. Han is satisfied, she is a beautiful woman, what more can a husband ask for, and she can close her eyes with peace of mind.

She felt that she was losing strength crazily, her whole body was weak, and her mind gradually became blurred.

A familiar face appeared in Mrs. Han's mind, and her heart ached, "Azhe, where's your dad? I want to see him."

At the last moment of my life, I thought of the man I loved and hated, and I just wanted to take one last look.

Then everything can be let go!

"Okay, I'll call him right away, you must persevere." Shaozhe jumped up like crazy, desperately dialing the phone, under the agitation of his mood, he made a wrong number N times, but he couldn't make the call.

The more impatient, the more flustered, the more at a loss what to do, the number is always wrong, and he is mad with anger.

Yingying quickly snatched the phone, dialed the number for him, and then handed it to him after the other party picked it up.

Donglai was in a dilemma on the phone, "Young Master Han, the chief is in a meeting and can't come out."

Have a fart meeting, no matter how important it may be, can it be more important than a fucking dying wish?

Shaozhe's head was in a mess, and he was extremely angry, "No matter what he is doing, go and call him out, go quickly."

Donglai smiled wryly, "It's a closed meeting, no one can get in."

It was a meeting of the ministers of various ministries, and each had their own words for next year's plan. It was very important, and no one was allowed to disturb it.

Shao Zhe was mad, his eyes were red, "Damn it."

It's like this every time. In his father's eyes, his career is bigger than the sky, and his wife and children are nothing.

If you don't like your wife, you won't come back. Decades of indifference have passed.

Even when his wife was dying, he still only cared about his work.

At this moment, he couldn't forgive.

Shaozhe turned his head and forced out a comforting word, "Mom, just wait a little longer, Dad will be here soon."

Mrs. Han heard it clearly, her heart was full of sadness, and two turbid tears rolled down, "I will never have a relationship with him, so that's fine, no one will be alive, and no corpse will be seen when I die, so bury me elsewhere...

The breath is stuck in the chest, and I can't get up again, the eyes turn white, and gradually close the eyes, the breath gradually weakens, gradually...

Han Shaozhe was heartbroken and in so much pain that he shook her body desperately, crying heart-piercingly, "Mom, mom."

He has no mother, no more, and he will never have that voice again, nor will he see that person again.

Countless clips emerged in my mind, some serious, some smiling, some angry, some angry... Finally, I settled on a loving smile.

(End of this chapter)