Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

"Jingyang... Jingyang..." hang YunRuo looks at Mu Jingyang's face of despair. She sees Mu Jingyang's eyes are red as if they are about to bleed. There are bursts of heartache in her heart.

Like Mu Jingyang, she has infinite desire for family affection, especially Mu Jingyang, whose father was in a coma when he was young. He spent countless hours waiting for his father to get better and sober.

Maybe he would look forward to it in his heart after countless sleepless nights. Later, when Mu Tianfeng was sober, she could feel Mu Jingyang's happiness.

Although he did not say, but often see his father's eyes are with joy, but did not wait for mu Jingyang to enjoy this can not afford to family, Mu Tianfeng slowly lost his life in front of him.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to Mu Jingyang. Hang YunRuo is the same. Mu Tianfeng gives her the fatherly love that she has never felt before. She still protects herself when everyone in the Mu family doesn't approve. Hang YunRuo is very grateful.

"YunRuo, do you know? I have no family Mu Jingyang's voice is faint, but his voice is full of despair and sadness. He looks at hang YunRuo in front of him with tears in his eyes.

"You and me, Mu Jingyang, I will always be by your side!" Hang YunRuo squats in front of Mu Jingyang and holds Mu Jingyang tightly in his arms. He hopes to convey his warmth and strength to Mu Jingyang and let Mu Jingyang know that he is not alone.

Mu Jingyang hugs hang YunRuo tightly and feels empty pain in his heart. His father, his idol, his direction, even in front of him a little bit lost the vitality of life.

"YunRuo, I have no father!" Mu Jingyang can no longer help the pain in his heart, holding hang YunRuo several times choked. He didn't understand why the doctor said that his father's condition had improved, so he suddenly became ill.

Just when the two people were crying, Liu Zheng had asked the manufacturer to help unlock the lock. When the manufacturer put the key into the keyhole, he frowned slightly. Because there was an obvious foreign matter in the keyhole, the lock had a problem and the key couldn't be opened.

In the end, he had to use violence to remove the whole door lock. After more than an hour of hard work, he opened the door again. Liu Zheng carefully put the door lock away. He always thought it was too strange.

The doctor and the nurse rushed in quickly, but then they had no choice but to shake their heads at Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo. Although Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo also knew that when the monitor rang, they were already dead.

But the doctor's verdict, let Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo in the heart of the last point of hope thoroughly crushed, two people's faces are more sad.

Hang YunRuo helped Mu Jingyang slowly into the ward, a little bit close to the bed. Looking at my father who had dinner and chatted with me some time ago, he has now become a corpse. Their sadness and grief can not be described in words.

"Dad, in my most difficult and sad time, I rely on you to get through. As long as I think about you, I will have the courage to face the ups and downs in the future. Now you are gone... Dad..."

Mu Jingyang kneels in front of Mu Tianfeng's hospital bed. His tears can no longer be controlled. Big ones fall on the ground. He feels extremely guilty and begins to hate himself. Why don't he come to the hospital more often.

Sometimes you think you can spend some time with your family after this period. Sometimes you think it's going to be a long time anyway. I'm coming to see you for a decisive time, but I never thought that some things won't give you "wait" time at all.

It is perhaps the greatest sorrow of being a child that a child wants to be raised but not treated by his parents.

Mu Jingyang holds his father's hand. His father's big hand is always warm, but his father's hand has become cold. He can no longer touch himself, and Mu Jingyang can no longer say a word to his father.

"Dad, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! " Mu Jingyang tightly holds his father in his arms, as if he wants to use his body temperature to make Mu Tianfeng warm, but life and death are separated, where it is so easy to wake up.

"Jingyang, you put Dad down! Jingyang, don't do that. I know you are sad, but the more sad you are, the more uneasy dad will be! "

Hang YunRuo looks at Mu Jingyang's sad face and his vulnerability like a child. He called his father again and again, hoping that there would be another miracle in the world.

But God likes to joke with people, it always stands on the high sky, pondering at the people on the ground, happy and sad, but never help.

But immersed in grief, Mu Jingyang can't hear hang YunRuo's voice at all. He just hugs Mu Tianfeng's body and doesn't want to let go.

Hang YunRuo looks at Mu Jingyang, and the softest place in his heart seems to be stabbed with a knife. It's bloody and bloody.

But she also knew that she could not let Mu Jingyang continue to hold his father's body... Although it was cruel, maybe cold-blooded, the dead were gone, and the living would continue to live.

"Jingyang, dad is an open and aboveboard person who doesn't want to cause trouble to anyone. He loves to be clean all his life. If you hold him like this now, we can't scrub his body for him. Do you have the heart to let dad go to heaven like this?"

Hang YunRuo suddenly holds Mu Jingyang's face and questions Mu Jingyang loudly. Mu Jingyang looks at hang YunRuo red and tears fall down.

"Jingyang, I know you are sad, but you have to remember that your father thinks you are his pride all his life. You can't continue to be sad. You have to let your father know that you are very strong, and you can live well with your father's hope and expectation, right?"

Hang YunRuo's fingertips help Mu Jingyang wipe away his tears. Mu Jingyang looks down at his father in his arms. After looking up at hang YunRuo, he takes a deep breath and gradually puts down his father's body.

"Dad, you like to be clean all your life, your home is always spotless, and you don't want to join those noisy struggles at work. You say you can see through them, so you think they are dirty, and you disdain to be with those people. Now you are completely free. Are you happy now? Do you feel free... Dad, go, I will live well!"

Mu Jingyang wiped the tears from her eyes, helped Mu Tianfeng's body up, took the towel handed by Hang Yun, wipe all the bubbles on Mu Tianfeng's lips, and helped Mu Tianfeng change a set of clean clothes himself.

"Dad, I know you are very tired. Have a good rest!" Mu Jingyang finally took a deep look at Mu Tianfeng's face. He wants to remember his father's face, his father's teaching and his love and care for himself

Because Mu Jingyang knows that this is his last meeting with his father. His future father is no longer a living person, but a noun or a picture on the wall

"Dad, have a good trip!"

Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo kneel on the ground, seriously kowtow three heads, then help each other to leave the hospital.