My Third Gentleman

Chapter 666 The Death of Xia Jinrong (1)

Xia Jingshan didn't doubt that he had him, so he swallowed it with warm water.

Wushuang took the cup in his hand, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, his heart was still suspended, but he did not dare to send another message to Mu Jinchen.

The grandfather and grandson did not speak, but Wushuang kept comforting himself, saying that it was just a rainy day, and the weather looked a little frightening. Uncle is so calm, okay, okay.

Just ten or twenty minutes, for Wushuang, it was as long as a century.

When Mu Jinchen entered the house covered in mist, Wushuang clearly saw the pain in his eyes. The husband and wife had been in a tacit understanding with each other for a long time, and Wushuang had already guessed the probabilities. He covered his mouth with rounded eyes. Don't dare to ask.

Who is Xia Jingshan?

People who have been in the army for half their life have done a lot of psychological improvement from the inexplicable uneasiness today, to Wushuang's saying that Mu Jinchen is coming over, to taking the pills.

"Chen'er speak, Grandpa can hold it."

Mu Jinchen slowly approached the grandfather and grandson, silently and slowly squatted down in front of the old man, his hands tightly clinging to the old man's dry hands, his deep eyes couldn't stop the pain.

The old man in front of him, like him, is one of the most dear Wushuang people, one of Wushuang's most respected elders, his grandfather's most proud subordinate, and his grandfather's best friend. He also contributed to this period between him and Wushuang. Yuelao, who is a good marriage, how can the white-headed man give the black-headed man the words to tell him?

Xia Jingshan raised his head slightly, and gently closed those old eyes. The painful look in the younger generation who he had seen the most calm and knows how to conceal his emotions had already told him the answer.

If it is okay or seriously injured, he will definitely say some of the most stable words to make him feel at ease. However, he said nothing, not even comforting words, but it was enough to explain everything.

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. How could the son who was so lively a few hours ago be gone?

"Chen'er, is your uncle okay? Tell grandpa, is your uncle okay? Is your uncle okay?"

Xia Jingshan exhausted all his strength and shook Mu Jinchen's hand, asking Mu Jinchen again and again if his son was all right.

"Grandpa..."

Wushuang held back the heavy pain, did not let his emotions collapse, walked behind Xia Jingshan, and helped him follow his back again and again, trying to stabilize his breath.

Feeling the pain in the old man's heart that could not be repeated, Mu Jinchen was also heartbroken, but he could not lie to him, nor could he lie.

"Grandpa, uncle's car was found at the foot of the mountain in front of the airport. It was too late when the traffic police found him and took him to the hospital."

Every time he said something, Xia Jingshan's face became ugly, seeing his body soften, and Mu Jinchen quickly supported his shoulders with clear eyes.

Wushuang yelled "Grandpa" behind him and accelerated his hand-moving movement, turning his face lightly to prevent the unstoppable tears from dripping on Xia Jingshan's back, biting his lips tightly and daring not to cry. Speaking out, for fear of affecting Xia Jingshan's mood.

However, Xia Jingshan did not collapse on the spot. I don't know whether those heart-saving pills have worked, or the psychological construction that has been laid for too long, or the fact that he simply refuses to accept such a fact from the bottom of his heart.

Xia Jingshan closed his eyes and raised his head to prevent the tears that had overflowed to the corners of his eyes from falling, and tremblingly asked, "Where is he?"

(End of this chapter)