Flash Marriage Sweet Wife: The President's Husband Is Too Perfect

Chapter 340
After a long silence, the grief in Tang Ziyu's heart spread towards him like sea water in an instant, and he couldn't stop, his eyes were scarlet.

The voice was deep and hoarse, trembling: "Jiadong, you are joking with me, aren't you..."

Qiu Meihua hadn't come for so long, Tang Ziyu had guessed many times in his mind, and he always thought of the worst outcome, that is, he would be sick, but he never thought that it would be Qiu Meihua's death.

And it happened several months ago. At that time, she had just visited him not long ago. How did you make him believe it, how to believe it?

But Tang Jiadong's silence, as well as Tang Jiadong's scarlet eyes, made Tang Ziyu believe, why did such a good person die?How did he die?

"Why didn't you tell me, why didn't you tell me until now..." Tang Ziyu grabbed the iron bars deeply embedded in the window, and held on tightly, his knuckles sticking out.

"Dad, I'm sorry, if I told you at that time, you would definitely not be able to bear it. But so much time has passed, we can't be satisfied..."

Tang Jiadong covered his face with his hands, but couldn't continue, his throat was choked up.

Seeing such a scene, Fang Jie also had red eyes.

There are always some cruel things that will catch people off guard, but no matter what, life must go on, and the future is still very long.

Tang Ziyu stopped talking to Tang Jiadong, but stood up, turned and left, with his back hunched, Tang Jiadong realized that his father was already old.

And he, too, is no longer young.

As Tang Ziyu walked step by step, he could feel his heart beating slowly like an old man, as if the heartbeat would stop abruptly in the next second.

But he is not afraid, because Qiu Meihua is waiting for him on the road below.

When Tang Jiadong left the prison, he staggered and his heart was heavy, but Fang Jie stood by Tang Jiadong's side, silently helping Tang Jiadong.

She said: "Don't worry, I won't leave you, never in my life..."

Tang Jiadong didn't answer, but he believed that he would stay by Fang Jie's side and not leave.

At the end of February, Mo Qiuyu received a call from a foreign country, and now only when there is a call from a foreign country, she will get very nervous, thinking it is Mo Ansheng.

But several times, they were all foreign customers, but Mo Qiuyu's anticipation has never been given up.This time, she is as usual.

Time finally lived up to Mo Qiuyu's expectations. This call was really made by Mo Ansheng. Mo Ansheng was on the other end of the phone and said to Mo Qiuyu: "Qiu Yu, the new year is coming, you want to talk to your parents and their friends." Say, happy new year."

This congratulatory message was too late.

When he said it, his heart was full of aching pain, as if someone held a knife and stabbed his heart one by one, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Brother, I miss you very much. During the Spring Festival, my father and mother have been talking about you, saying how are you doing outside..."

Ever since he became the president of Mo's, Mo Qiuyu told himself not to cry.No matter how much you have been wronged, you can only play and hide in your heart.

She couldn't vent it, so she became an indifferent person, even if she was emotional, she wouldn't cry aloud, but Mo Ansheng's words directly defeated the iron wall she had cultivated.

It turned out that she was so vulnerable.

"It's my fault. I'm sorry. My brother wanted to call you last time, but he thought it was the Spring Festival and it was not a good time, so he didn't call. I'm sorry..." Mo Ansheng's tone was low and hoarse.

If he had called Mo Qiuyu during the Spring Festival, the police would have known his whereabouts, and that time was a good time for them to have a happy family reunion.

But for Mo Ansheng, it is also the easiest place to expose the coordinates. For him, the timing is not good.

But who ever thought that he could not call Mo Qiuyu because he held back the impulse in his heart. Only he can understand how painful it is to live in such a dark life in a foreign country , because others have not personally experienced it.

Mo Qiuyu cried and persuaded Mo Ansheng: "Brother, come back, even if you surrender yourself, you still have a chance, and you don't have to live so hard. Parents miss you very much, and your body is getting worse and worse. Oh no……"

If things are not going well outside, then come back, at least there is still hope when you come back. For Mo Qiuyu, she hopes that Mo Ansheng will live well.

rather than too painful.

"Okay, I have something else to do, so I'll hang up first." After speaking, Mo Ansheng hung up the phone directly, but wept silently over there. Jiang Limo also comforted him many times.

He was also thinking, but he really couldn't go back. If possible, why wouldn't he want to go back?

However, at this point, there is really no way to go.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Mo Qiuyu cried bitterly. She always wanted to help Mo Ansheng, but she was unable to do so.

She doesn't have that ability.

She had already told Tang Ziye what she had to say, but even Tang Ziye couldn't help Mo Ansheng, let alone her?
But she was still willing to give up and sent a text message to that phone number, hoping that Mo Ansheng would think about it after seeing it, and would wait for his call in the future.

He even cooperated with the police to find Mo Ansheng's whereabouts, but since then, Mo Ansheng never called again, and no foreign number flashed on his phone.

Two months later, Su An's father Xiao Yunian passed away due to illness. After all, he still couldn't make it to the first birthday of the buns, so he left with regret.

Before he died, he held Su An's hand tightly and said "I'm sorry" over and over again. He said: "I always want to see my two grandchildren grow older, and I want to live with them." It's my first birthday, but I still can't make it through, An An, I'm sorry, it's because I didn't take good care of you and your mother, which caused us to be separated for so many years..."

Before Su An could say "it's okay", Xiao Yunian had already left, and he never closed his eyes. Usually, people who die like this have something on their minds that they can't let go of.

Ma Lan reached out to help Xiao Yunian's eyes close, and the crying was choked up: "Don't worry, I will take good care of our little grandson, you go well..."

Su An couldn't bear it either, and tears fell down. Tang Ziye was beside Su An, hugged her, comforted her, and didn't speak, but his actual actions had already shown everything.

Sitting in the stroller, the big and small buns didn't understand what was going on at all. They babbled, but after a while, they burst into tears.

Su An and Tang Ziye coaxed hurriedly, feeling extremely sad in their hearts.

People cannot be brought back to life after death, and all grief cannot be accompanied by it for a long time. Xiao Yunian's body was transported back to Hong Kong, and Tang Ziye and Su An also followed.

From condolence to the funeral, Su An knelt on the ground all the time. Tang Ziye was like this. Su An had to fulfill his daughter's responsibility, and Tang Ziye had to fulfill his son-in-law's responsibility.

No matter what happens to Su An, he, Tang Ziye, will always be by her side and will never abandon her.

Seeing Tang Ziye doing this for Su An, the Xiao family was shocked. Men in the world are willing to do this for women because they really care.

After the funeral, Tang Ziye took Su An back to City A, and Ma Lan would stay in Hong Kong for a while longer. When parting, Ma Lan told Su An: "The servant knows a little bit, but more often You still have to rely on yourself, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have experience once or twice, just learn a few more times, and have a good time with him, don’t quarrel, you know? When I’m settled here, I’ll go find you .”

"Don't worry, Mom." Su An nodded, responding to Malan's words.

Ma Lan was still worried, and gave some more instructions before sending Su An and Tang Ziye away. On the way back, Su An remained silent.

Tang Ziye understood that he was in a bad mood.

"I'm here." Tang Ziye didn't say comforting words, nor did he say anything else. He only said these three words, but to Su An, it was already better than everything.

Su An didn't speak, but rested her head on Tang Ziye's shoulder.

Yes, it's good enough to have him around.

After going back, all the patterns of life were slowly recovering, and Su An didn't go out to work, and An Xin was at home with big and small buns.

My good friend Ou Xiaoya will come over when she is free, but she likes buns big and small. Su An always sees Ou Xiaoya's joy for children.

She felt very uncomfortable. There was a secret hidden in her heart, an unspeakable secret, which was accumulated in her heart, making her very uncomfortable.

"I may go to Taiwan in the next six months, and I won't come here often. You have to help me take good care of my godson and goddaughter." This was Ou Xiaoya's warning to Su An before she left.

Su An was not worried about Ou Xiaoya's warning, but worried about Ou Xiaoya's itinerary, "What are you doing in Taiwan for so long?"

"There are things to deal with over there. By the way, I will adjust the property over there, but it's not a big deal. Don't worry, take good care of the babies." Ou Xiaoya patted Su An on the shoulder and smiled. Very gentle.

"Okay, then you should take good care of yourself over there." Su An smiled softly.

Now, everyone is living a good life, but in the end only Ou Xiaoya is still alone, waiting for Luo Dongchen to come out.

Su An believed in the love between Ou Xiaoya and Luo Dongchen, but the interval between them was six years, which was too long and cruel.

And Ou Xiaoya sometimes laughs happily, but it doesn't mean she is really laughing.

But if he wanted her to be happy, unless Luo Dongchen came out, it would take a long time.

You can't persuade her because of this matter. Once you talk about it, you will definitely have a sense of memory involvement, which will make Ou Xiaoya sad and sad.

Therefore, they all consciously refrained from speaking.

(End of this chapter)