Wrong marriage! The black-bellied uncle wants a legitimate status every day

Ying Lan coughed twice, his voice hoarse and weak, reaching Lin Mingmo's ears.

"No need. With my current body, even if I get a healthy kidney, I won't live many more years..."

"Your mission is to prolong my life as much as possible. I want to spend more time with her..."

"But Mr. Ying, you..."

Having said this, the doctor suddenly turned around and his eyes met Lin Mingmo who was eavesdropping at the door. His face changed instantly.

"Doctor, does my uncle have kidney disease?" Lin Mingmo asked loudly, tears welling in her eyes. "Is it serious? Does he need a kidney transplant?"

The doctor turned around, moved his mouth, and was about to say something, but was interrupted seriously by Ying Lan.

"Do your duty! Don't say anything you shouldn't!"

Ying Lan always showed his gentle side in front of Lin Mingmo, but this sudden cruelty scared Lin Mingmo.

The doctor naturally apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ying, I won't say anything nonsense. Today's examination is over. Remember to take your medicine on time. We will leave first."

After saying that, the doctors and nurses left as if they were fleeing.

Lin Mingmo felt inexplicably blocked in her heart.

She walked in slowly, looked at her uncle's thin and bloodless face, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Uncle... the doctor said I needed a kidney transplant... and you lied to me and said it wasn't a serious illness..."

Her eyes were completely filled with tears, and Ying Lan's face became blurred.

"I'm fine..." Ying Lan coughed twice. "Doctors just like to exaggerate. If the disease is cured, it's considered their medical skills are superb. If it's not, they can say it's too serious and there's nothing they can do..."

"Although I'm sick now, my condition is under control and stable, so I still have plenty of time to spend with you..."

He acted indifferent to life and death, but Lin Mingmo was already in deep sorrow, covering her face with her hands and crying silently.

At the age of twenty, she had hardly experienced any life or death separations in her life, and was simply unable to face death so calmly.

What's more, this person is her uncle!

Why... after finally finding her relatives, should she just watch her leave?

Is she really someone with little ties to family?

Seeing this, Ying Lan got up from the bed, endured the pain, and walked to Lin Mingmo.

He reached out and gently patted Lin Mingmo's shoulder, saying softly, "Don't cry... Uncle just wants to see Xiaomo happy all the time..."

"Uncle..." Lin Mingmo cried out with sobs and hugged Ying Lan.

She felt as if she was holding a rack of warm bones.

My uncle is clearly 1.80 meters tall, but weighs less than 120 kilograms... On that wall of photos, he was so sunny and handsome when he was young, but now he's been tortured into this state...

Lin Mingmo could even clearly feel the vertebrae on Ying Lan's back.

Why? Why? Why!

Lin Mingmo asked herself in her heart, why did she treat the person she cared about like this?

"Uncle... I don't want you to die..." Lin Mingmo sobbed.

"Alright, alright..." Ying Lan patted Lin Mingmo's back and said with a smile, "Uncle's greatest wish was to be reunited with you. Now that my wish has been fulfilled, I can die without regrets."

"Pah, pah, pah!" Lin Mingmo reacted violently, "Uncle, you can't say that! You won't die! The doctor said you need a kidney transplant!"

Ying Lan's body stiffened slightly.

"Okay, then let's listen to the doctor." Ying Lan ruffled Lin Mingmo's hair. "The doctor told me to stay cheerful. If you wipe your tears and smile, I'll be cheerful."

Lin Mingmo felt a lump in her throat again, and tears were about to burst out.

She managed to hold back her tears with great effort, wiped them with the back of her hand, and grinned.

Ever since she learned about Ying Lan's illness, Lin Mingmo's heart seemed to be entangled by extremely thin silk threads.

The silk thread became tighter and tighter, and her heart ached more and more. Her mind was filled with Ying Lan's haggard face.

My mind is in a mess and I feel uneasy.

The weather was fine, but there was a dark cloud hanging over Lin Mingmo's head, and a thunderstorm was coming, soaking her.

She sat in the rocking chair in the yard, legs curled up, and sat alone with a dazed look in her eyes for the entire afternoon.

She didn't know when she fell asleep.

Lin Mingmo was awakened by a loud noise.

She opened her eyes drowsily and saw that very familiar face. In the dusk in the mountains, the face with clear contours and smooth lines looked particularly beautiful.

Sheng...Sheng Yuan?

Lin Mingmo thought she was hallucinating because she woke up too suddenly, and rubbed her eyes quickly.

Looking again, it was not an illusion.

Sheng Yuan was indeed standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking high-spirited and handsome.

The breeze blew his hair, and the scene was as beautiful as a classical oil painting.

"Sheng Yuan! Why are you here?" Lin Mingmo exclaimed.

She herself was not aware of the surprise implied in her tone.

Sheng Yuan's gaze turned to her, softened instantly, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Yeah." He replied in a deep voice, "I met two new friends and partied all night. They invited me here as their guest."

"Huh?" Lin Mingmo frowned and looked over. She saw the two middle-aged men who brought her here that day were lying beside the wall with red eyes, looking miserable.

Lin Mingmo took a deep breath and ran over to check on the two people.

"What's going on?" Both men deliberately avoided Lin Mingmo's gaze, lowered their heads and remained silent.

Maybe they feel ashamed too.

Lin Mingmo had no choice but to walk up to Sheng Yuan, lower her voice, and ask seriously, "Sheng Yuan, what's your problem with them?"

Sheng Yuan looked at Lin Mingmo's face quietly.

She had been missing for three days and two nights, and every minute and every second of that time was filled with unbearable longing for Sheng Yuan.

When he saw her safe and even relaxed before him, he didn't care about anything else.

He reached out and grabbed Lin Mingmo into his arms, holding her tightly.

The strong scent that belonged to Sheng Yuan rushed into her nostrils, and Lin Mingmo lost consciousness in an instant.

He said, "I'll take you back."

She didn't push him away.

Sheng Yuan hugged her tighter.

He knew that subconscious reactions were the most foolproof, and Lin Mingmo was not resisting him.

"Cough cough."

A cough was heard behind her, and Lin Mingmo immediately broke away from Sheng Yuan's arms and turned to look.

Sheng Yuan also looked at the thin man in front of him, feeling a little surprised.

I thought the "boss" the two men were talking about would be someone like Vito Corleone in the movie "The Godfather".

But the man in front of me...

Sheng Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the man cautiously.

After all, you can't judge a book by its cover. The experiences of the past two days are enough to prove that this man's strength should not be underestimated.

At the same time, Ying Lan's gaze was as sharp as an eagle.

Glancing at the two men who were like drowned dogs, Ying Lan could no longer hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

At this time, Lin Mingmo came back to her senses and her face flushed with embarrassment.

She quickly explained to Ying Lan: "Uncle, this is... my friend, Sheng Yuan."