Daddy, Here Is Mommy

Her daughter knew clearly that there was something wrong with the liquid medicine, but she pretended to know nothing, and she was still blindly towards her father.

She's only eighteen.

Is the pursuit of power so crazy?

The eyes pierced into the heart of the boat like a needle. She shuddered a little.

"Mom..."

“……”

Yuwen Nansheng looked at her, the corners of his mouth moved, and finally did not say anything.

"Sister, do you have anything else to tell you?"

At this time, Yu Wenfeng didn't care what he asked directly.

Seeing that Yuwen Nansheng's life has entered the countdown, he wants to know what she still has unfinished wishes and what to worry about.

Since death cannot be avoided, he wants her to go easier.

As for why she was so ill, he would definitely find out in the future.

When Bo Wanzhou heard this, his heart seemed to have a big hand to hold tightly. The blood flow suddenly became blocked, and his face turned blue. However, anger and hatred blinded her eyes, and made her lose the blood relationship between mother and daughter.

"Second brother, I have only one wish..."

Yuwen Nansheng heard yuwenfeng's words, and his face showed a smile of relief.

As if, at last, she was free.

"Sister, you say..."

Yu Wenfeng held her hand tightly and said in an urgent voice.

Obviously, he wanted to seize the short time to fulfill her wish.

"Second brother, I haven't seen our parents for a long time. I miss them so much..."

Yuwen Nansheng throat trembled slightly, bright eyes light a little dim down.

"Sister..."

Yu Wenfeng's eyes are more and more anxious.

"Second brother, after I died, you buried me beside my parents and asked me to accompany them well..."

The blush on Yu Wen Nan Sheng's face slowly faded away, and the blood color on his lips quickly dissipated.

Breathing is getting weaker and weaker.

With that, she pursed her pale lips.

"Sister, I promise you..."

Yuwenfeng Qingjun's face is covered with strong sadness, and his voice is hoarse.

The man has tears, but not to the sad place.

He cried

Silent tears.

Yu Wen Nan Sheng narrowed his swollen eyelids and raised his hand as if to wipe his tears.

"Sister, don't worry, I promise you will do it."

Yu Wenfeng looks at her, and affirms with tears.

Yuwen Nansheng gently pulled the corner of his mouth, trying to give him a last smile.

Half a second.

Her raised hand is about to touch the corner of Yu Wenfeng's eyes, suddenly and slowly. Half hook's lip corner is stagnant, leaving Yu Wenfeng with a bitter smile.

"Sister..."

Yu Wenfeng called her out loud, his hoarse voice like gravel sliding across the ground. Desolate and sad.

The only response to him was the icy, medicinal air.

Yuwen Nansheng's puffy eyes were not completely closed. He seemed to be looking at him and the thin evening boat standing behind him.

"Sister..."

Yu Wenfeng tears, brain "buzz" for a while, slowly raised his hand, fingers trembling. To the nose of Yu Wen Nan Sheng.

No breath.

"Sister..."

Yu Wenfeng trembled his hands and covered his eyes with Yuwen Nansheng.

Skin contact.

He felt the cold to the bone.

Bo evening boat fixed in place, muddled for a few minutes, just react to come over.

Yuwen Nansheng is dead.

Her mother is gone, she's gone forever.

The heart was in a spasm of colic, and he fell to his knees.

"Mom..."

Yuwenfeng releases his hands and sees Yu Wennan Sheng's eyes finally close. Get up, droop eyes, coldly looking at the thin boat kneeling on the ground, whispered.

"You'll never have a mother again. Are you happy? "

"Mom..."

Bo Wanzhou was suffering from severe colic in his heart. The tears surging in his eyes were not clear because of pain or sadness.

Tears trickled down, and she could hear the sound clearly.

"Is it still useful to cry now?"

Yu Wenfeng asked with a bitter smile.

"I..."

The arrogant Bo Wanzhou was speechless for a moment.

Tears, perhaps more than a trace of regret.

"Tell your father soon..."

Yu Wenfeng raised his eyes, and his eyes swept to the window.

Outside the window, there is a camphor tree with luxuriant branches.

This tree, or he gave it to Yuwen Nansheng.He said.

He asked her to watch camphor grow up, as if to see him grow up.

Now, the tree is no longer watched and loved. From then on, I can only grow up alone.

Bo Wanzhou wiped tears out of the corners of his eyes, got up from the ground and said in a hurry to his bodyguards.

"Give me your cell phone..."

Before the words fell, a clang step came from the outside.

She and Yu Wenfeng turned around and looked at the past at the same time.

Surrounded by a black suit of Bo Yuheng came in.

"Dad..."

Bo called out to him in a trembling voice.

"Mom Mom, she... "

At this moment, she can be sure. At the bottom of her heart is sad, is heartache.

“……”

Bo Yuheng, with a dark face, strides to Yuwen Nansheng. He looked down at her for five minutes.

Yu Wenfeng's heart is filled with grief and anger, and he would like to give him a fist right away.

He held back.

Impulse doesn't solve any problem.

Hands clenched into fists, fingernails deep against the palm.

What pain, can not cover up the pain in his heart.

Yuwen Nansheng had just passed his 40th birthday, and he passed away in such a melancholy way. No one can accept it.

He is in pain.

He hates it.

He tolerated.

"Ah Sheng, you are finally quiet."

Unexpectedly, Bo Yuheng did not show any sadness in the face of his dead wife. The first time I opened my mouth, it was such a sentence.

“……”

Yu Wenfeng's face curve became very cold and sharp because of resentment. The bones of his hands were pinched soundly, and the blue veins on the back of his palms burst out.

"Somebody."

Bo Yuheng spoke again, but it was a cold command.

"Arrange for the Queen's affairs at once."

"Yes."

There was a nervous response.

Yuwenfeng Qingjun's face is covered with haze and her eyes are red. He tried hard to endure, so that his internal organs are separated, the pain is hard to eliminate.

When Bo Yuheng finished, he gave him a cold look. Cruel eyes light with thousands of emotions, but did not say a word to him.

Soon, a female servant came to replace Yuwen Nansheng.

Everyone backed out.

Yuwenfeng stood on the corridor, looking at the four corner glazed lamp hanging on the porch eaves. Eye light gradually cool and sharp.

Bo Wanzhou passed by him and hesitated for a moment. Bite your lips and walk away.

When the wind blows, the wind bell blows.

The crisp voice sounds sad.

Several birds flew by quickly, as if they were running for their lives.

The whole Qingyun platform was shrouded in sadness.

Soon.

Here comes the thin cloud.

When he saw Yuwen Nansheng, who had been dressed up, he broke down in tears.

A young man who is not yet seventeen is like a young eagle who has lost his mother's love.

Compared with Bo Wanzhou, he is really sad and sad.