100 styles of Sheng Shao's wife

Chapter 552 Mom, I'm Sorry...

Shengyu Shiying walked in through the back door in a low-key way with the bodyguards, and sat down after finding a seat, very low-key.I found out in the media, but the aura of the bodyguards can make people daunting, only dare to shoot from a distance, and dare not disturb at close range.

Those surrounded by the media are all those celebrities who want to increase their exposure and pretend that they don’t like being photographed. They obviously put a lot of effort into dressing up beautifully, but they still hold a pipa half-hidden, kind of wear a black mask and go through the back door. !Who wants to know you!
At this time, the entrance of the main entrance was surrounded by these celebrities. After getting off the car, they walked slowly and intentionally waited for the reporters to surround them. When the reporters asked questions, all of them shut their mouths with cold faces, or stretched out their hands to cover their faces. It's unbearably cold.

Lin Dier also came today, she is okay, she has a generous smile, and she will take the initiative to wave hello to everyone.When asked by reporters about her ex-boyfriend Nangong Mo, she would answer simply.

When asked if it was possible to get back together, she also smiled and said, "Let's do whatever you want." There was a sense of elegance everywhere.

"Miss Lin, are you still in touch?"

She smiled without answering, as beautiful as a hibiscus blooming in water.

"Miss Lin, Young Master Mo seems to have a new relationship, what do you think?"

"What can I think? As long as he is happy."

"Did you bless him?"

"So what if I don't bless you? Go and get him back? What I need is a marriage and a home, which he will never give me. He is an unmarriageist."

"So it was really you who dumped him? He didn't mention the breakup first?" The reporters were surprised. Is that rumor finally going to be confirmed?
But Lin Di'er didn't say any more, and the expression on her face became a little more serious.

In the first hospital at this time.

The old man’s situation took a turn for the worse, and Ah Hui anxiously accompanied him by the bed. The attending doctor just pulled him outside and said to him, “Please be mentally prepared, the old man is dying. It is also powerless to return to heaven, sorry."

Standing in front of the bed and looking at the frail grandma, the bits and pieces of how we depended on each other in the past flooded into his mind again, and Ah Hui's heart was like thousands of ants gnawing at him.

At this time, Si Ming brought Du Bingyao to the door of the ward, and seeing A Tian A Tian guarding the door, he stared at the man and woman who stopped walking with some puzzlement, "Who are you?"

A Hui at the door heard the sound, he turned around and opened the door... A Hui just ran into Si Ming's sight, his chest shrank slightly, and his eyes met.

Of course he knew that Si Ming was a man of high reputation.

When Du Bingyao saw the young man in front of him, she immediately guessed his identity. He was Zeng Hui, the son of her sister.

But Ah Hui didn't know Du Bingyao, so he was surprised by the appearance of this strange woman.

"How is the old man?" Si Ming asked.

Ah Hui came back to his senses, he shook his head and said sadly, "The doctor said...he is on his deathbed."

Du Bingyao's footsteps softened, her heart swelled and hurt badly, Si Ming behind her helped her up, "Aunt Du, let's go in." It must be time.

Ah Hui was slightly startled, but Si Ming gently pushed Du Bingyao into the door, and Ah Hui couldn't stop her, so Siming said to him, "Give them some time." Then he closed the door and shut Ah Hui out. .

"Who is she?" Ah Hui had many doubts.

Si Ming told him, "Your aunt, her name is Du Bingyao."

"..." Ah Hui was shocked.

Then there was a long silence in the corridor.

The room is filled with the smell of disinfectant and medicine. Because it is late autumn, the windows are closed and the heating is turned on in the room. Once the door behind you is closed, this place is simply a closed space.

The ward was extremely silent, with only the faint sound of breathing left. The air here made the heart tense, as if filled with layer after layer of sadness.

The old man was lying flat on the hospital bed, her eyes were lightly closed, and her skinny hands were placed on the quilt in front of her abdomen, which were covered with wrinkles.

Her breathing was extremely weak, as if it would stop at any moment.

Du Bingyao walked towards the bed step by step, with heavy steps, her feet seemed to be filled with lead.

The tears in her eyes became more and more, her eyes quietly locked on the old man's face, it was mother, it was mother... Mother looked very weak, her face was covered with bark-like wrinkles, which were the traces of time .

Her hair is all white... the color of snow...

Walking to the bed, when tears rolled down, Du Bingyao knelt down with a plop.

The sound of her knees landing on the ground made the old man struggle to open her eyes. She seemed to hear the sound of sobbing, and turned her eyes slowly. The old man's cloudy eyes saw the figure that was daydreaming and thinking about night, and she even held her breath. Blinking with tears in his eyes, he was afraid that the dream would disappear as soon as he touched it.

Bingyao, it's her Bingyao... the old man recognized her at a glance.

It was difficult for the old man to control his emotions, his shoulders were trembling, and she was missing her daughter more and more, shaking with excitement, but she didn't dare to call her, not wanting to break this dream.

"Mom..." Du Bingyao lay down on the edge of the bed, holding the old man's hand, weeping uncontrollably, "Mom..."

The moment she held her hands, the old man was shocked. This feeling is real, this is not a dream!

The old man opened his mouth, and struggled to utter two words, "Bing... Yao?"

"Mom..." Hearing her mother's voice again, Du Bingyao's emotions completely collapsed. Her whole body was trembling, and her atrium was trembling to the point of collapsing. "I'm sorry, Mom..."

Du Bingyao stood up, she sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down and hugged the old man gently, and pressed her heart to the old man's heart, "Mom, it's me, it's me..."

"Bingyao..." The old man seemed to have fulfilled a wish, and she breathed a sigh of relief, even if she died, she would be at ease.

"I'm sorry, Mom... I'm sorry for you, I didn't do my filial piety well, I didn't want to hurt you at the beginning, I was threatened by Mu's family to leave Jiacheng, I didn't dare to go home, I didn't dare to talk to you when I was young Contact, until later... After Zhenyang's parents passed away, I will go back to you, you have moved...I'm sorry, mom..."

"Good boy." The old man slowly reached out to hug her, and patted her on the back, "Take care of Zeng Hui, please." Tears rolled down his wrinkled cheeks, and the old man slowly closed his eyes .

Then Du Bingyao felt the old man's hand around her back slowly slipping down, as if her strength had been taken away, that hand finally fell on the edge of the bed.

She felt the old man's heartbeat stop.

"..." She hugged her mother tightly, tears soaking the bedding.

Outside the door, Ah Hui looked sad, and Si Ming was by his side.

"Have you ever thought about attacking Mrs. Sheng just to please Mu Ziwei?"

Ah Hui raised his eyes suddenly, and met Si Ming's cold eyes. Si Ming looked at him without blinking, waiting for his answer.

But from Ah Hui's expression, Si Ming already saw the answer.

He said to him, "You can't hurt Mrs. Sheng, no matter what the circumstances are, because she is your aunt's daughter and your cousin, and you are connected by blood."

"..." Ah Hui was extremely shocked.

(End of this chapter)