Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

Pei Zhenjiang's eyes had tears flashing, and his chest was up and down violently.

Still speechless, Pei Yihuan tightly clenched his hands on his side into a fist.

"And... I also know that I owe you a lot... So everything is up to fate... I have one last gift for you... Then someone will give it to you... You will know what it will be... Mo Wan is a good child... She is not the kind of person you think... She promised me to enter Pei's house to raise money for her father's treatment Yes... She really has no other intention... The last thing... Can you let me go home... It's too cold here... There's no warmth at all... Yihuan... Take your father home... Your father always took you home when you were young... This time it's your turn to take your father... My father is old... "

A smile was raised on his thin face. He twinkled with tears and looked forward to Pei Yihuan, just like a child reaching out for candy.

The veins on the back of his hand burst, and Pei Yihuan turned and walked out of the ward directly

The car was driving on the way back to Pei's house. Pei Zhenjiang sat in the back seat very weak, and his eyes glanced over his son's face one by one, trying to remember this scene deeply in his mind

A burst of sharp pain came, and suddenly a fishy sweet appeared in his throat. He raised his hand laboriously and tightly grasped the bright red in the palm of his hand, so that no one could find it. He clenched his teeth tightly and held the last breath!

Abnormal smell. Mo Wan's eyes flashed over Pei Yihuan who was driving. His back was very straight. I don't know what he talked with the old man. Why did he suddenly decide to leave the hospital.

Pei Yifeng sat on Pei Zhenjiang's side and helped him put the pillow higher, but his left hand was wrapped with heavy gauze. At a glance, he knew what he had just done. Pei Yijing sat on the right side, looking deep and no longer light as usual.

Along the way, everyone in the car had no actors, only the silent atmosphere was spreading.

Finally, when they arrived at Pei's house, they helped to put peizhenjiang on the sofa in the living room. Mo Wan saw that his lips were dry and even cracked, and said, "I'll help you bring some pear juice."

Pei Zhenjiang nodded with a hoarse voice: "I want to eat..."

Hearing this, the servant hurriedly said, "OK, I'll make it for the master now..."

He shook his head slowly: "I want to eat... Made by my son..."

After the words, Pei Yifeng rushed to the kitchen like a whirlwind.

"He has never been a good cook, and his arms are still wrapped with gauze. I'll help him..." Pei Yijing also walked into the kitchen.

Pei Zhenjiang's smile on his face was never satisfied: "I still want to read the book in the room..."

Thin lips were still tight, and Pei Yihuan went upstairs with his proud back.

All of a sudden, there was only Pei Zhenjiang sitting on the sofa in the living room, and the servants had been retired by him.

His eyes slowly flashed from Pei's house again, feeling the warm breath from Pei's house. His eyes finally closed bit by bit, and the arm falling on the back of the sofa suddenly loosened and fell on the sofa. There was no breathing between his nose and breath

Mo Wan, who was carrying pear juice, walked over quickly. When she saw the old man smiling and closing her eyes, her heart suddenly tightened and suddenly had a bad hunch. One hand trembled and fell between his breath, and then the cup in her hand crashed directly to the ground and broke into pieces

Hearing the sound, Pei Yihuan, who was running downstairs, stopped in vain, his face was full of haze, and his hands had pinched the books in his hands

Pei Yijing and Pei Yifeng also quickly ran out of the kitchen. When they saw the scene on the sofa, they were stunned and stood in place like a stone.

The suffocating atmosphere enveloped Pei's house like a thick fog, and all the people were still standing in place.

After a long time, Mo Wan returned to God. Tears could not help flowing down directly. The whole body was trembling and a sharp pain was in his heart.

"Third brother, is the old man just asleep? Is he joking with us?" Pei Yifeng slowly opened his mouth and still didn't want to believe everything in front of him!

Pei Yijing frowned and had a hoarse voice: "Yifeng, don't do this..."

"His life has always been so hard, even compared with stones, he can't go like this!"

Pei Yijing didn't speak any more. He just stood in front of Pei Zhenjiang and stood straight!

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" he shouted loudly. Pei Yifeng ran out of the living room directly.

Walking down the stairs, Pei Yihuan put his wrinkled hand on his side and narrowed his eyes tightly

Throughout the night, the lights in Pei's house were as bright as day and never went out, and everyone in Pei's house didn't sleep all night

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Until two days, Pei Zhenjiang's body had not been sent to cremation, but was placed in an ice coffin.

Pei Yihuan stood in front of the window and looked out of the window. His face was still as cold and cold as usual, but more dark.

Pei's house in these two days can indeed be described as dead, abnormally depressed and suffocating.

At this time, housekeeper Chen came over and said respectfully: "second young master, the young master's phone got through and was answered by the servant over there. His young master's illness has occurred and is still in the hospital. It is estimated that he can't return to the country for a while."

"En......" Pei Yihuan's thin lips overflowed with cold hum, as if sending out cold: "prepare the car and go to cremation after breakfast."

"Yes, second young master!" housekeeper Chen retreated.

All the people went to the crematorium. Mo stayed in Pei's house. Instead of following her, she sorted out Pei Zhenjiang's relics.

The sadness in her heart didn't dissipate until now. There was always an illusion in front of her, as if the old man had always been there and never left

She always couldn't accept that life would change so fast. When she first met the old man, it was only a few months ago

But in a twinkling of an eye, everything has changed, or nothing. Things are right and people are wrong, just a hundred days

At this moment, her heart suddenly missed her father who was still lying in the hospital bed. As long as her father could wake up, everything would be fine!

As long as Dad can wake up

Only such faith is left in my heart, and nothing else is important