Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 282 Seizing power, going against the grain (1)
Song Qinghua stood in front of the bed with a pale face, tightly holding his father's hand.

Song Rufeng barely opened his eyes, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Song Aiyu's face.But the hand he stretched out fell down in the air.

"dad--"

"Grandpa!"

The heart monitor in the emergency room lighted up in a straight line, and Lin Qiang burst into tears.

On the steps of the stairs, Mu Liang shrugged his shoulders and shivered as he heard the crying in the ward.Slowly, she raised her palm and covered her mouth tightly, but she still couldn't hold back, and tears welled up in her eyes.

The look in Sheng Mingzhan's eyes dimmed. He raised his foot, walked towards the trembling person leaning against the corner, and slowly stretched out his hand to her, "If you want to cry, you can cry loudly!"

All the suppressed emotions in my heart seemed to explode at this moment.Mu Liang clasped Sheng Mingzhan's wrist, relying on his strength to take a step forward.She leaned her head lightly on his shoulder and said, "Lend me to use it, just use it for a while."

Mu Liang's entire face was buried on Sheng Mingzhan's shoulder, and the scorching tears gushed out into Sheng Mingzhan's heart through his clothes.

In the stairwell around the corner, Fu Jinchen, who came late, saw Mu Liang in Sheng Mingzhan's arms, and his deep black eyes turned cold little by little.

It took more than an hour to drive back to Yucheng from the city hospital.Sheng Mingzhan was not driving fast, and glanced at the person sitting in the co-pilot from time to time, but she didn't cry anymore, but her eyes were still red and swollen.

The black Maybach drove into a small village in Yucheng, and naturally many neighbors looked around curiously.

"Stop ahead." Mu Liang said suddenly, his voice hoarse.

There was still some way to her small courtyard, Sheng Mingzhan leaned the car aside and asked her, "Do you feel better?"

Mu Liang nodded and unbuckled his seat belt casually.

Seeing her push the door and get out of the car, Sheng Mingzhan also came out, "Mu Liang, are you really alright?"

"It's okay!" Mu Liang turned his head, although his face was not pretty, but he still tried his best to smile at him, "Don't worry, I'm definitely fine."

She answered in the affirmative, and the thoughts in her heart became firmer.Mu Liang is not alone now, she still has a little life in her stomach that needs her protection, she must get better!
Mu Liang walked back with his bag on his back, but he heard Sheng Mingzhan say behind him, "The old man will be buried in three days, will you come?"

There was a pause in the forward steps, but Mu Liang didn't answer, turned around and walked away.

Seeing her walking away, Sheng Mingzhan frowned his handsome sword eyebrows, and pursed his thin lips unconsciously.

Pushing open the door, Cai Yongfen was cooking. Seeing her come back, he couldn't help asking, "Did you find Xiaoyi?"

Mu Liang lowered his head to change his shoes, Cai Yongfen came out with water, only to see her eyes were red.

"What's wrong?" Cai Yongfen asked impatiently as she pulled her daughter over.

Mu Liang sniffed hard, but still couldn't help the soreness in his heart.She raised her face, and when she saw her mother's gentle eyes, she choked up and said, "Grandpa passed away."

"what?"

Hearing this, Cai Yongfen's face changed drastically.Thinking of the scene of Song Rufeng standing at the door of the house that day, her heart ached, and she also shed tears.

When Mu Zhannian went home at night, after hearing the news, his expression was not very good.No matter what, they both respect Song Rufeng and his wife. After all, they are Liangliang's relatives and grandparents. They also feel very heavy when they learn that the old man has passed away.

After returning to the bedroom, Mu Liang kept calling Mu Yi, but he always turned off his phone.Sheng Mingzhan told her that Mu Yi could not be found for a while, but he has not left Minghai City yet.

Anxiously throwing the phone aside, Mu Liang leaned against the head of the bed, remembering every last word Song Rufeng said to her, her eyes were sore, and faint tears came out again.

If possible, she hopes to meet her grandfather earlier, so that she can at least be a filial piety.But she didn't have time to do anything, so grandpa just left, forever.

Tonight is cloudy, there is no moon, and the sky is dark.Mu Liang lifted the quilt and got in, habitually placing his palms on his lower abdomen.Although she can't feel anything yet, she knows her baby is thriving.

Grandpa, I will definitely do what I promised you.

At night, Song Aiyu took a bath and walked outside Song Qinghua's room with milk.Mom didn't eat a bite of dinner, she gently opened the door, and before anyone could go in, she saw Song Qinghua sitting in front of the bed, holding a group photo of her parents in her hands, her face was covered with tears.

Song Aiyu stood outside the door and looked around, then turned around and exited, closing the door.

Putting the milk cup on the flower stand in the corridor, Song Aiyu returned to her room, quickly changed her clothes, went downstairs with the car keys, and drove away from the villa.

The red Ferrari drove out of the villa, and Song Aiyu casually opened the top cover of the convertible, letting the strong wind in the dark night blow on her cheeks.Grandpa left, but he didn't leave a single word to her before he died.

Song Aiyu held the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes were hot and sour.Recalling that when she was a child, her grandfather always held her on his lap and taught her to fold all kinds of interesting origami. Every time she couldn't, my grandfather would take the trouble to teach her over and over again.

It's just why, when my grandfather wanted to see Mu Liang before he died, and spent so long with her alone, what did they say?Could it be that the family affection and love of more than 20 years are no match for the intimacy of blood?
crunch--

Song Aiyu braked and parked the car outside the bar.The flashing neon lights were constantly changing intense colors, she held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and bit her lips tightly with her white teeth.

After a while, she calmed down, turned off the car, and walked into the bar with her bag.

Inside the bar, heavy metal music was blaring.On the dance floor, the figures of men and women dancing close to each other are intertwined.Song Aiyu chose a relatively secluded corner and sat in front of the bar to drink.

The waiter glanced at her and poured her a whiskey.

The loud laughter can temporarily relieve her restless heart.Song Aiyu picked up the wine glass, raised her head and downed it in one sip, the sweet and spicy taste slipped down her throat, burning hot.

Song Aiyu's tense face gradually softened under the soothing effect of alcohol.There were men approaching constantly with wine glasses around her. Her expression was cold, and her extremely cold breath made those men with malicious intentions stay away.

The wine in the glass was bright, Song Aiyu held his right hand, his black eyes stared at the ice cubes in the glass, and he could hear the crisp touch sound when he shook his wrist slightly.

The man sitting beside him lowered his head slightly, Song Aiyu could only see his side face.He also held a glass of strong wine in his hand, and his gaze fell directly into the glass, without any bias.

"Hey!"

Song Aiyu was slightly drunk, and frowned delicately, "Why do you just stare at the wine glass, do I not look as good-looking as the wine glass?"

The man turned his head and glanced at the woman beside him, without any movement in his eyes.He lightly gripped the rim of the cup with his slender fingers, and said in a cold voice, "I'm not interested in women."

(End of this chapter)