Divorce and flash marriage, CEO ex-husband regrets heartbreak

Gu Yulan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said in a dark tone, "Why prepare a coffin? An old beast like him would feel his hands are dirty even if he just rolls up a broken bamboo mat."

After saying this, she and Lou Jiao turned around and left the room.

Lu Mian looked at Di Guanwei's ugly face and wanted to say something, but he interrupted him coldly, "You get out too."

Lu Mian pursed his lips and finally walked out of the room.

I don’t know if it’s because Di Guanwei’s heart is cold, but he feels the weather is freezing cold. It’s so cold that even in a room with heating, he is still shivering.

He lifted the quilt and walked to the window tremblingly, his face cold and dull, no one knew what he was thinking.

This stop lasted for two hours until he fainted from the strain on his body.

The moment he closed his eyes, he heard the anxious voice of Mo Lan's great-grandfather and the sound of steady and hurried footsteps. He stretched out his hand to grab something, but it fell down heavily.

In the room.

The atmosphere was tense, and several family doctors were busy examining Di Guanwei.

Yin Junye and Tiantian stood beside him, their eyes, one big and one small, fixed on his pale face, their breathing slightly stagnant.

In fact, everyone in the villa knew that Di Guanwei would not live long, but when the day finally came, they still felt a little uneasy.

"I'm sorry, Master Yin, but Master Di...is only available today."

After the doctor finished speaking, everyone lowered their heads.

Yin Junye waved his hand to signal them to go out, his black and white eyes showed no emotion.

"Great-grandfather." After the doctor left, Mo Lan came to the bedside and choked with sobs. His tender little face had already been blurred by tears.

Yin Junye felt so distressed that he walked over, squatted down, hugged the little girl, and gave her warmth. His pounding heartbeat slowed down a little.

He had hated this old bastard for a long time, and when he really heard what he just said, he...

"Can you please save my great-grandfather?" Mo Lan, who was held in his arms, suddenly said in a hoarse voice, his thin little body trembling violently.

Yin Junye noticed that he hugged her tighter, his brows were deeply furrowed, his thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and his whole aura was sad and dead.

Suddenly, Di Guanwei on the bed moved his fingers. Mo Lan saw it and immediately pushed Yin Junye away. His two small hands tightly grasped his wrinkled hands, and his soft voice was tinged with excitement, "Grandpa."

"Mo...Lan." Di Guanwei spoke with difficulty.

Having not seen this little girl for a few days, he looked at her with longing eyes, and there was a slight glimmer of moisture in his pupils.

The little girl has extremely beautiful facial features, as fine as a sculpture. With bangs, a bun, and a princess dress, she looks as delicate and cute as a doll.

In fact, I have to say that Yin Junye and Ruan Zheng have done a good job in raising the child, because the little girl now has a light in her eyes and a fair and tender face that is very pleasing to the eye.

"Grandpa wants to talk to you alone..." He looked at Yin Junye, and for the first time, his usually domineering tone had a solicitous tone, "Is that okay?"

Yin Junye had a cold face and said nothing, but his dark eyes clearly expressed his thoughts.

Di Guanwei received his sharp gaze and curled his lips slightly, "Don't worry, I'm just chatting with the little girl."

His face was full of sincerity.

"Tiantian, come with daddy." Yin Junye held the little girl's hand, showing a bit of strength, and his eyes that glanced at Di Guanwei were as cold as ice chips.

Just a casual chat? I don't believe him.

After these days of contact, Yin Junye knew how tyrannical this old beast was, but he looked so half-dead, why was he still thinking of exploiting his daughter?

How could he know that it was precisely because of Di Guanwei's current state that he wanted to talk to the little girl, because if he didn't say some things now, he was afraid he would never have the chance again.

He was afraid that he would have regrets the moment he shut up.

"I want to talk to my great-grandfather." Mo Lan pulled back her hand, raised her head and looked at Yin Junye with a stubborn look on her face.

Yin Junye's breath held, and the fingertips hanging by his side tightened a little. He looked coldly at Di Guanwei on the bed, with an obvious warning in his eyes.

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other. Di Guanwei felt more and more pain in his heart when he saw the indifference and warning in the boy's eyes.