Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 1084 He is too silent and calm
"grandfather."

Fu Yancheng held his hand, and the two words he shouted were very calm, but pain was brewing in his eyes.

The young hand and the old hand were tightly held together, and the old man's eyes regained clarity for a moment.

"Don't. Don't be with Mianmian."

"Yancheng, promise me"

The old man wanted to prop up his body, but he only lifted it more than a dozen centimeters, and then slowly slammed it back down.

He held Fu Yancheng's hand tightly, and there was no emotion in his cloudy eyes.

"promise me"

He struggled to say these three words, and his cloudy eyes fell on Fu Yancheng.

Fu Yancheng was silent for a minute before replying: "Why?"

He really didn't understand what was going on with all this.

"Promise me, you promise me."

The old man's expression became painful, Fu Yancheng quickly held his hand: "I promise you, grandpa, I promise you."

As soon as the words fell, the doctors outside the door rushed in.

The old man looked at him fixedly, and murmured three words.

"sorry"

The old hand in his hand became weak in an instant.

Fu Yancheng held it tightly, and the doctors who came in were trying to rescue him, but he only felt that the current world was so illusory, and he couldn't hear what they were talking about.

His gaze was firmly fixed on the old man's face, and he saw a tear slip down his wrinkled face.

Only then did Fu Yancheng notice that the old man was really haggard during the time he disappeared.

He stretched out his fingertips tremblingly, trying to wipe away the tear, but he tried hard for a long time, but he couldn't reach it.

An hour later, he heard the doctor say, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, we have tried our best."

Fu Yancheng sat blankly, clutching the old man's hand, unwilling to let go.

The doctors did not dare to speak, but silently took off their masks and let those who were waiting outside come in.

Fu Yancheng was sitting, only to feel that someone was coming and going in front of him, coming and going, and finally the old man's face was covered with a layer of white cloth.

"cousin."

Lin Jing came to his side and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

The entire Fu family knows that Fu Yancheng has the best relationship with the old man.

Because he was not taken seriously in Fu's family, others liked Fu Xingzhou more, but he was always raised by the old man's side.

Now that the old man passed away, the most painful person must be Fu Yancheng.

Lin Jing only took a picture, then withdrew his hand, only thinking that he was taking a picture of a sculpture.

Because Fu Yancheng's body was too stiff, he even held the old man's hand in his hand, unwilling to let go.

The rest of the Fu family also came, saying they wanted to discuss the old man's funeral.

Everyone discussed for a long time, and found that Fu Yancheng was always sitting there, not saying a word.

He wasn't crying, and there was no sadness on his face.

Compared with other people crying out of breath by the old man's bedside, he was too silent and calm.

Everyone was looking at him, and some even whispered something.

"Didn't he grow up beside the old man? How could he not have a single tear?"

But the voice was too low, Fu Yancheng didn't hear it.

Maybe even if he heard it, he wouldn't say anything.

He just stood up, glanced at the corpse covered by the white cloth, and after a few seconds of silence, he made phone calls one after another to arrange the old man's funeral.

Then he passed everyone and left the room.

Lin Jing looked at his back, feeling as if his throat was blocked by something, unable to speak a word.

He has known his cousin for so many years, and he knows that the calmer this month, the greater the mood swings.

(End of this chapter)