The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

The only thing that can keep him going this month is whether she can wake up within this month.

From hope to obsession.

Outside the ward, Tong Zhen sat guarding. He was getting older and could not bear the repeated losses.

He cried.

I burst into tears.

In the Xinglan Club.

Jiang Ze, Hang Ti, Cheng Zixiu, Qin Xiaomeng and Fu Shuang are all here.

The atmosphere was extremely dull.

"Only three days."

In the end, it was Jiang Ze who took the lead to break this oppressive boredom.

If my sister-in-law still hasn't woken up after three days, Brother Chen will really be in pieces.

In fact, he was already in pieces, and he was holding it carefully just for this tiny glimmer of hope.

Wait for her, wait for her to wake up.

Hang Ti didn't say a word. She drank a sip of strong wine down her throat. It must have been spicy. Her eyes were sore.

"My senior sister is like that, and even heaven wouldn't dare to accept her."

Yes.

He who jumps up and down can fight wildly.

Qin Xiaomeng sat there without saying a word, only holding her mobile phone.

The filming of the drama during the Republic of China had not yet been completed, so she communicated with Bai Qun on behalf of the company and Su Mucheng. In order not to delay the subsequent filming, he could replace the heroine and pay liquidated damages in Cy.

Bai Qun hesitated for a long time and struggled.

The character of Xiao Qian was tailor-made for Su Mucheng. No one else could perform her tenacity, determination, and bravery except her.

But it’s not a problem to delay it for a long time. There is no specific time.

Bai Qun said that he would stop filming for three months. He had other scripts in hand and would shoot other things first.

And that crazy fan Cheng Zixin squats on Weibo every day. When someone comments on Su Mucheng, she will hit the keyboard with her fists, and she can't let go without spraying the other person into the mud.

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The sun passes through the clouds as if following a person's shadow, bright and dazzling.

Heart-burning heat.

The warm sunlight shines down through the treetops in the cemetery, sparsely shining on the man wearing black casual clothes holding chrysanthemums in his hands.

The light spot was huge, but it couldn't melt away the sadness all over his body.

Mo Yanchen bent down and placed the chrysanthemum in front of Tong Chun's tombstone.

Every gesture of his hand was filled with respect: "Mom."

He said: "I am here to see you on behalf of Chengcheng."

Then, after a long pause, the man's low and fragmented voice sounded again: "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of her."

Jiu Lao held the sunflower in his hand and saw Mo Yanchen's back from a distance.

He stopped and didn't go any further.

Then, he saw Mo Yanchen kneeling in front of Tong Chun's tombstone.

Jiu Lao's eyes were startled. He had never seen Mo Yanchen like this before.

As if helpless to the extreme, desperate and panicking.

The only sound in the cemetery was the rustling of leaves. The words of the man kneeling in front of the tombstone were blown into Jiu Lao's ears by the wind.

He said: Don’t take Chengcheng away.

He was praying like a child, begging Tong Chun, begging God to treat his Chengcheng better.

I don't know what happened, but at this young age, Jiu Lao's eyes suddenly turned red.

My eyes are so painful.

Mo Yanchen, that man who was arrogant, rebellious and never considered the consequences of his actions, was now kneeling here and praying humbly.

As far as Jiuluo knew, Mo Yanchen had never believed in Buddhism.

A man who never believed in gods came to the cemetery and knelt down to beg.

He must love her so much.

It should be that she was so helpless and desperate that she would be so desperate to find any hope that could bring her good health.

Even the so-called blessing.

The wind blows in the green shade, and the man kneeling in front of the tombstone has red eyes. He used to be a noble, cold and arrogant person, but now he is kneeling on the cold tombstone, leaving only endless sadness.

The petals of the chrysanthemums on the ground were blown off, and the wind blew them down on the stone tablet. The woman in the photo has gentle eyebrows and a peaceful smile.

For three days, whether it is fast or not, it is not slow.

It passed in the blink of an eye.

Mo Yanchen stood in front of Su Mucheng's hospital bed like a sculpture, silent.

Just look at her.

She lost weight again, and still wore an oxygen mask on her face, making her face look smaller.

Her eyebrows are picturesque and her eyelashes are lightly closed, like a well-behaved and quiet sleeping beauty.

In the chilly office.

"It's the last day." Xiao Han rubbed his brows, feeling very tired.

Xiao Cheng still showed no sign of waking up.

Jiuluo and other brain experts are here, and the results of the authoritative consultation have come out.

One by one, vegetative state.

They all rely on medical equipment to maintain breathing and vital signs.

Just pull it off and your heart will stop immediately.

Not to mention how Mo Yanchen would accept this result, even the elders of the two families would be unable to bear it.

"How to achieve this result?"

Jiuluo smoked several cigarettes in a row: "It's too cruel, how can I do it?"

Uncontrollable anger.

"I'll go talk."

At this time, Tong Tian suddenly appeared at the door. His expression was solemn and irresistible: "I'll go tell them."