Famous family warm marriage: black-bellied husband can't afford to offend

Chapter 1375 Huo Yichen's death!
The two news should have been expected, but it is still unacceptable to be confirmed.

Especially Huo Yichen's death!

The man who looked like a god in everyone's eyes really died in that explosion.

The news of Huo Yichen's death was tantamount to giving the emperor the final blow.The stock market fell to the limit, Huo Weiqin had to declare bankruptcy.

Overnight, the emperor with infinite glory went into extinction just like this.

In the past few years, the emperor has survived the storms several times, but this time, it was like a sacrifice and a companion. With the departure of the youngest helmsman, it gradually went to perish.

Seeing these two pieces of news, the onlookers were more just sighing, lamenting that there is really only a thin line between heaven and hell.

On the second day after the news broke, Banshan Villa received a phone call from Linshi Jingju, asking the family members to go and claim the body back.

No matter what Huo Yichen did during his lifetime, after his death, ashes return to ashes.

Uncle Wen answered the call.

This tough old man seemed to have aged more than ten years suddenly, and the vicissitudes between his brows and eyes could no longer be hidden.

Even the hand holding the phone was trembling slightly, and there was only one "Hello:" during the whole process, and I couldn't speak anymore.

Until he hung up the phone, the old man staggered to the woman who was holding the son and smiling on the sofa. She was obviously smiling, but that smile was uglier than crying in his eyes.

"Young Madam..." Uncle Wen called softly.

"Excuse me, are they Huo Yichen's family members? If possible, please come and claim Huo Yichen's body before noon tomorrow, otherwise we will have to send it to the funeral parlor."

The calm voice without any ups and downs said such a passage so quickly and steadily.

Now just remembering seems to be a painful pain, how can he tell such news to the hostess in front of him, who has never believed it no matter what the outside world says.

Mu Zhenge heard Uncle Wen's voice and responded in a low voice, but he never took his eyes off the young master from the beginning to the end.

She looked at the young master, and seemed to be looking at other things through the young master.

The eyes are long and deep, as if they will be frozen forever.

No matter how hard it is to say something, say it, and try to accept it no matter how hard it is.

Uncle Wen moved closer to her, slowly squatted down, looked at her level, and then said in a hoarse voice, "Young Madam...Let us take the young master's...young master's..." In a blink of an eye, Uncle Wen finished the sentence in pain, "Young master's body has been claimed."

Mu Geunge's somewhat empty eyes flashed, but before she could react, Jin Yaoyao, who had been sitting by the side, suddenly covered her mouth to prevent herself from letting out a sob that could make Jinge collapse.

Shui Xin sat beside her, hugged her distressedly, and looked at the silent Mu Zhenge with complicated eyes.

After learning the news of Huo Yichen's "death", she returned to the Banshan Villa.

Now going in and out here is as comfortable as going back to her own home.

"Qing Chen has something to do, let's not disturb her." After a long time, everyone heard her say such a sentence in an extremely gentle tone.

Jin Yaoyao, who tried her best to control her emotions, could no longer control her tears.

Chen Zimo said that when she thought Aunt Yu was dead, she committed suicide unconsciously, cried and complained frantically, and had any venting emotions.

Instead of being completely unwilling to accept reality like at this moment.

Mu Geunge like this makes people feel even more desperate.

If she doesn't even want to accept the reality, what will she do in the days to come?
Everyone thought that after several trials and hardships, after being separated for four years, they finally got together again and had children, they would be happy in the future, after all, God gave them too much misfortune.

But now-

Who would have known that God would cruelly take away one of them, and heaven and man would be separated forever.

At this moment, words became powerless, and I wanted to say something but felt that it was useless.

Huo Yichen "died", the emperor was gone, and she seemed to be alone.

Jin Yaoyao patted Shui Xin, motioned her to let go, then got up and squatted down in front of Mu Geunge.

The young man in his arms didn't know whether it was the father-son connection or the mother's sadness. He who loves to laugh is very quiet today, no matter how funny he is, he has no expression. His big eyes that are as pure as glass just quietly look at his smiling mother.

Jin Yaoyao held her holding the son's hand with her hands, opened her mouth, and choked up before she could speak, "Jinge...you still have the son, you still have us, the dead are gone, our festival..." The "sorrow" The word choked in his throat.

She wanted to persuade her, but she cried so hard that she couldn't help herself.

Compared with the warmth of her cold hands, Mu Geunge's wandering mind seemed to be pulled back a little. She lowered her eyes to look at Jin Yaoyao, who was streaming down her face. She wanted to laugh, but the tears fell uncontrollably.

Shui Xin sat on the side in silence, she looked at Mu Genge who was crying silently, and involuntarily clenched her hands on her knees.

I don't know how long I cried, and I didn't know whether to go to Linshi or not.

The crying of the two ended with the son's sudden cry.

Although children are young, they are more sensitive than adults.

Although he doesn't understand many things, he can feel joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Perhaps it was stimulated by Mu Geunge's tears, the child suddenly burst into tears as if he had been greatly wronged.

This is her child, and in the eyes of others, it is Huo Yichen's only bloodline, no matter how desperate and sad Mu Geunge is, she will never be in front of her child.

I saw her carrying the child upstairs without saying a word.

Shui Xin wanted to follow, but was stopped by Jin Yaoyao, "Let her be alone."

She needs time to digest and accept such things.

As for Mu Ge who carried the son upstairs alone, tears were still on her face, but she paused slightly after entering the room, put the crying son on the bed, and sat cross-legged on the floor beside the bed.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes were a little red, and her voice was nasal because of crying.

She gently wiped away the tears from her son's face, and comforted her son gently: "Be good, baby, let's not cry. Mom won't cry, baby won't cry, huh?"

"Mom...don't cry...baby...don't cry." After sobbing these few words, the little guy raised his little hand to imitate Mu Ge's action just now and wiped away the tears on her face.

Mu Geunge nodded with a smile, leaned over and kissed the little guy's cheek, then patted his head: "Young master, please sleep for a while, okay?"

The little guy may not understand other words, but he understands the phrase sleep.

The small body stretched out on the bed, and the tender little hands tightly held Mu Ge's fingers, looked at her and then closed his eyes, but not long after, the little guy suddenly opened his eyes again, and saw that she was still there. It just closed again, but it didn't take long to open and close again... This was repeated several times.

The little guy didn't say anything, but Mu Geunge understood.

Kissed him again, and promised: "Go to sleep, baby, when you wake up and open your eyes, the first thing you see will be your mother."

(End of this chapter)