How far was it when I slept with him today

What is the process of dying like?

For this question, Ding Wu still has some experience.

There is an incredible sense of relief in knowing that I may not escape death; and the process of leading to death is very smooth, like seeing myself sleeping in a dream.

Ding Wu closed his eyes, gradually fell into sleep, let his consciousness drift with the tide, and came to the other side of the world in a trance.

......

It's been a long time.

Well, now the pressure is on Ding Wu's side.

Because he really didn't expect that the world after death would be even more outrageous.

For example, now, he is lying on the hospital bed, staring awkwardly at a teary-eyed woman.

The woman looked to be over half a century old, but she had a pretty face, well-dressed clothes, and a great temperament.

But Ding Wu still couldn't bear it, he wanted to ask why this woman kept staring at him, and why would he lie in such a spacious and high-end single ward when he woke up?

Am I really dead?Is this really the world after death?

How expensive is this ward...

He was in a daze, without paying attention, a pair of well-maintained soft hands just caressed his cheek.

"Xiao Jing finally woke up, you don't know what mother is worried about, what if something goes wrong, what do you want mother to do?" The woman cried while touching Ding Wu's face.

Suppressing the discomfort of his hands touching his face, Ding Wu shrank back in fear.

Damn, is she crazy or am I crazy? My parents don't want me a long time ago. Why is she blindly recognizing her son here?

Just as Ding Wu was about to push her away, the door of the ward opened suddenly, and there was a crisp sound of leather shoes stepping hastily on the tiles.

Ding Wu followed the voice and looked over, where the voice stopped, a tall man stood there panting.

His hair is very thick, but his temples are slightly gray, and his hairstyle should have been combed meticulously, but now it is slightly scattered in front of his forehead because of the violent running.

Ding Wu glanced at the man's appearance casually, and couldn't help admiring in his heart, although he looked over half a hundred years old, but his figure had not changed, and the handsome and straight young man could still be seen in the deep outline.

But there is one bad thing, it looks too much like the boss of the project client I took on before my death.

The man opened his mouth and called Ding Wu his son again.

It's not good at all, and the sound is similar.

Also, why do so many people recognize me as their son today?

Ding Wu asked him very seriously: "Didn't your mother teach you? Don't call someone else's son casually."

The man frowned and looked at Ding Wu suspiciously.

His aura was so strong that Ding Wu panicked a little.

But he thought he was already dead, so why would he care so much, so he continued: "Don't just take advantage of me just because I have a good temper, please be more educated."

He cheered himself up in his heart, pointed at the man and said arrogantly: "Don't call me son anymore!"

Hearing this, the man let out a long, unbearable breath, loosened his tie, and finally rushed over angrily with his hands raised.

"Ran Yijing, see if I can't kill you!"

When Ran Hang's secretary entered the ward with flowers in her arms, she saw this scene:

Ran Yijing, who was supposed to be lying on the hospital bed, stood in front of the window with a gloomy expression, while his boss and his wife sat by the hospital bed, looking at Ran Yijing worriedly.

The secretary didn't know for a while whether he should disturb the weird atmosphere of the family of three.

After making a decision for a while, he still chose to complete his task, so he cheered himself up, clenched the bouquet in his hand, walked gently to the boss and coughed.

Only then did Ran Hang notice that someone had entered the ward, he turned his head to look at the bouquet, and asked, "Who sent it?"

The secretary lowered his head and whispered in Ran Hang's ear: "Mr. Xiao Yi heard the news that the young master woke up. He wanted to come and visit the young master in person, but he couldn't leave, so he sent someone to send flowers, and he asked me to tell you , after the young master fully recovers, he will invite you, your wife, and the young master to have dinner together on Friday night."

Ran Hang looked pale, and nodded to the secretary to put the flowers by the bed.

Lian Yi glanced at the bouquet, and sighed softly: "Xiao Ning is really a caring child, I don't know Xiao Jing..."

Ran Hang hugged his wife's shoulder helplessly, and couldn't help but blame himself for letting Ran Yijing move the materials.After all, a normal and healthy son is the most important thing.

"The two children are going to get married soon. It's such a festive event. Who would have thought that this little girl would suddenly have a heart attack. Now that she's recovering, her brain has become dull..." Lian Yi leaned in Ran Hang's arms , The tears that just stopped will flow down again soon.

So now, what is Ran Yijing, a melancholy and beautiful boy with a bit of a bad mind, doing?

Ding Wu frowned slightly, feeling that this matter was not so simple.

After sorting out a series of things that happened before, an extremely nonsense conclusion is in front of me:

He is dead, but he has time-traveled, and he still has time-traveled to the second generation Ran Yijing, the prince of Hangshun Technology, who has heart disease and is about to marry young.

True novels come from reality, and he can still encounter such bloody plots.

It also......

It's so exciting!

This is called realizing the dream of getting rich overnight in disguise!

Ding Wu raised his chin, looked out the window indifferently at the city shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, and seemed to accept the reality calmly.

Then, he tidied up his hospital gown, and slowly walked towards Mr. Ran and Mrs. Ran who were sitting in front of the hospital bed.

Ding Wu walked away with his back behind his back, Ran Hang and Lian couldn't distinguish the expression on his face, they could only look at his son at a loss as he bent down, held their hands, and said that after a long, long time, they still remained the same. Very shocking words.

He said: "Hi, Mom and Dad, let me introduce myself, I am your son, Ran Yijing."

Ding Wu was not the only one who looked at the city indifferently.

Hangning CBD, a high-rise building.

The secretary knocked on the door, and didn't push the door until there was a "please come in" from inside.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, someone stood there enjoying the sunset.

In the square floor-to-ceiling window frame, the sun is burning in the sky, releasing a bluish red haze that spreads across the sky, which is as gentle as a dream.

The man stood by the window in a well-tailored black suit, like a sober person deliberately falling into a dream, calmly admiring the unique autumn sunset.

He gently took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the high bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of sharp and clear Danfeng eyes.

"Have the flowers been delivered?" He asked the secretary behind him.

The secretary also seemed to be fascinated by the scenery outside the window, and replied hastily after a while: "Send it."

Yi Ning didn't care about the assistant's distraction: "Okay, hard work, you can get off work."

The secretary nodded and said to Yi Ning: "Mr. Yi, Mr. Cao from Hening Fund Company just called and asked if you have time this Friday night. He would like to treat you to a light meal."

Yi Ning frowned: "I don't have time, I have private matters to deal with that night."

"You tell him, from now until I get married next month, I will be with my fiancé during this period. I will not accept any personal invitation." He looked at the secretary sideways and said lightly.

The delicate facial features were dyed pink by the distant sky light, turning into a very unreal shadow. After the secretary left, Yi Ning put on his glasses again, returned to the desk, and continued today's work.

He began to write down all the things to be done on Friday on the schedule, and his slender and white fingers turned his strokes casually and naturally, because all the content on the paper was quantified as mechanical work, and could also be solved casually.

Including the last one, dinner with fiancé.