mess with the CEO

Chapter 153

However, when she opened the door and saw the blood-stained Su Ye, she almost fainted.

The doctor looked at her regretfully, and said with a sigh, "If you have anything to say, hurry up!" He turned around and left the room.

She thought that Su Ye was not serious, he didn't even have a bandage or surgery, but she didn't know that this was just Su Ye's final wish. She was afraid that she would eventually die on the operating table, even Su Yue's I can't see the last side.

She still has too many words to express, and there are still many things that have not been dealt with. She still has Su Yue, her beloved daughter.

"Mom..." He almost rushed to hold her blood-stained hand, and wanted to say a lot for a while, but suddenly he couldn't say a word.

As if hearing her call, Su Ye quietly opened his eyes, but when he saw the wedding dress she was wearing, he laughed.

That smile is like a beautiful epiphyllum, never gorgeous before.

"Read...today is so beautiful."

Su Yue's nose couldn't help sore, and tears welled up. Since she moved into the mental hospital, this was the first time she called her to read.

"Will Yue Yue marry Hua Ren or Qi Yun?"

Before she could answer, Su Ye seemed to be muttering again: "Yueyue, let's choose Huaren! Only he can take good care of you. You two are the most suitable together. Mom didn't fulfill her wish, so you are here." Finish it!"

Su Yue was taken aback for a moment, and let the tears slide down. She was the one who opposed it, why should she agree now?

"Mom...you don't know, you can't go back, we can't go back again."

She lay on Su Ye's arm, like a wronged child.

Tears were soaked on the skin, but seemed to be drawn into the heart, raised his head to caress Su Yue's hair, Su Ye's eyes were also blurred.

"Yueyue, I left a letter for you by the bedside, go and read it when you have time! Readyue, how I wish I could see your wedding with my own eyes, how I want to hug my grandson, readyue, mom can't Taking care of you by your side, you must take good care of yourself, read... read... read, go and get my sky blue blanket, I'm a little cold."

At this time, she raised her head, blue blanket?

"It's in the nurse's office." As if exhausting the last bit of strength, Su Ye looked a little weak, Su Yue thought she was tired, wiped away tears, and walked out quickly.

Seeing the figure in the white wedding dress disappearing outside the door, she closed her eyes unwillingly, and just left, leaving Su Yue alone, how could she be reconciled?
The hand on the head of the bed finally dropped slowly, and on the back of her hand, there were the tears left by Su Yue just now, but the corners of her eyes were dry without a trace of moisture, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked into a faint smile, so An Ran , Qin Yuan, I will still meet you earlier than her.

She asked the nurses about the blue blanket, but they kept saying that she hadn't seen it before. At this moment, she suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurried back to the ward, but the room was left with dead silence.

She grabbed Su Ye's hand, and cried loudly for the first time in horror, but she couldn't cry. No matter how much she covered her hand, it couldn't get warm. She cried out countless times, but she couldn't cry anymore. Let her open her eyes, there is no one to rely on firmly, no one will say, Su Yue, you really let me down, no one will say, let's go to Shanghai next time.

She is like a small boat floating on the sea, from now on she can only drift without a harbor.

The world fell into darkness, it seemed that someone came in the room, and I heard someone say in the dimness, let's get knocked out!If it goes on like this, she will hurt herself.

I don't know if it was because of the inner feeling or the subconscious senses, but Su Ye's hand was held tighter, and suddenly he felt his eyes darken, and passed out.

The whiteness was like the boundless sky. Standing there, she heard a distressed voice, "Yue'er...Yue'er..."

She remembered that it belonged to Hua Ren. It turned out that everything was a dream, so let's treat it as a dream.

When she wakes up, she will still be the same as before. She can only hear her breathing peacefully. When she wakes up from the dream, it hurts and hurts. Finally, there is only one person left.

Plus the human feelings that will never be clear.

She seemed to be deceiving herself, regardless of gender, as long as she saw someone in a white coat, she would frantically ask for help, and even kneel down. Her proud self-esteem was let down again, and she even knelt down to Huaren. I thought that he was omnipotent, but I could only see his distressed eyes.

In the next few days, she didn't ask for help, but just didn't eat or drink, and held Su Ye's hand blankly, never letting go for a second, let alone saying a word.

The tears flowed again and again, I don't know how long the cycle lasted. Sometimes, Hua Ren would wipe her face, but she didn't repel or turn her head like before.

Like a doll without a soul, it wasn't until the third day, the day of cremation, that she finally reacted and locked the door tightly, preventing everyone from entering.

One person looked at Su Ye carefully, from her hands to her delicate face, never letting go of a single bit, as if she was afraid of forgetting, and wanted to engrave it into her mind, even if it wasn't her natural face.

Until that afternoon, the door suddenly opened, and she walked out calmly and abnormally, she just said something softly, go to the crematorium, her voice was hoarse like a huqin that had been put on hold for a long time.

Looking at the faces that were worried about her, he just said coldly, I am a lot, don't worry, but one sentence made everyone feel sad.

The funeral was held three days later. She was dressed in black, with a black silk scarf around her arms, and knelt on the ground, accepting the kneeling of Su Ye's friend before her death.

The irony of this scene made her tremble uncontrollably. When Tianyuan was in crisis, she didn't see a single figure, but now that no one is there, why bother to pretend?
She didn't refuse, and knelt on the cattail mat, saluting everyone who bowed down.

Suddenly a voice came from the scene, "Hua Ren, the president of the Chinese American Group, worshiped." The voice was loud and distant.

She didn't look up, nor showed any expression.

Above the solemn mourning hall, there is a long rectangular black wooden table, on which is a [-]-inch black-and-white photo surrounded by a bouquet of white flowers, and the smile of the woman in the black photo frame seems to be a joy from the heart.

(End of this chapter)