You Are My Unforgettable Love

However, looking at Li Shu's appearance, Mo Xicheng suddenly felt that he didn't know how to speak.

Just then, I heard the rapid footsteps in the corridor.

When he turned back, he saw Shi Nianya running out of breath.

When she saw Mo Xicheng, she said directly, "I rushed over when I got the news. What about my aunt? Uncle?"

Moses Cheng stared at her. "He's dead."

Shi Nianyao was stunned by such a calm sentence.

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Li Shu was lying on the bed, and Mo Hai's funeral always required Zhang Luo.

Mo Xicheng watched calmly the medical staff cleaned up the body for Mo Hai, put on his clothes, then advanced to the morgue, and agreed with the medical staff on the date of delivery to the crematorium, and then followed Shi Nianyao out.

Walking and walking, I suddenly heard the words of the people behind him:

"Why is Mo Nan God looking? It doesn't seem to be sad at all!"

"Yeah, it's like dealing with an outsider."

"But it wasn't his father who died?"

"Don't you know? Mo Nanshen's relationship with his father is not good ... His father thought he was the son of Xiaosan, so when he was young, he would either hit or scold him."

"But even so, you have to be a little emotional about your father."

"This kind of person is too cold-blooded, his mother passed out, sad!"

"... don't care, the life of the rich, we can't figure it out."

"..."

Everyone you say, I said, Shi Nianyao clenched her fist suddenly. She turned back, walked over there, opened her mouth, and just wanted to say something, but her arm was grabbed by Mosi. .

Shi Nianyao looked back in doubt and saw Mo Xicheng shook his head at her.

Shi Nianyao put up with the bad breath in his heart and followed Moxi Cheng to go out.

Li Shu couldn't wake up for a while.

So Mo Xicheng followed Shi Nianyao and walked to the garden outside the hospital. The two sat quietly. Shi Nianyao looked at Mo Xicheng without saying a word.

After a while, Mo Xicheng looked at Shi Nianyao, "Actually he died, and I'm not really sad at all."

Shi Nian Yao Yiyi.

Moses turned his head and looked into the distance. His eyes seemed to be looking at the flowers and plants in front of him, and he was looking through the flowers and plants to look at something else.

He pursed his lips, silenced, and then said again: "He was not good at me, either hit or scolded me since he was a kid ... Actually, he never treated me as his son, and looked at me every time His eyes were full of anger, especially when my mother came back from traveling every time, he would treat me like this ... So, I really didn't catch a cold at all, and he would die, and I wouldn't be sad. "

Shi Nianyao held up.

Mo Xicheng continued to say, "Don't die, let's die. It's fine, and the family will be quiet in the future."

Shi Nianyao still did not speak.

Mo Xicheng opened his mouth again, "Nian Yao, you said, am I too cold-blooded?"

Shi Nianyao kept silent, just stared at him.

Mo Xicheng looked away with her innocent big eyes.

Then he sighed softly, "What should I do? Why do I know that he is not good for me and he died, so that I can establish a firm footing in the company, but I feel that my heart is not very comfortable? "