But why is mo Fengya so indifferent to his father's illness, even on guard.

Are you pretending to be like this? Are there other reasons?

Mo Feng Ya looks at the door of the ward, and doesn't push the door in. His expression is very light, as if the seriously ill inside is completely irrelevant.

But ye Chuqing found that his hand under the golden Cufflinks was slightly clenched.

Eh, this guy pretends he doesn't care. In fact, he is very nervous! I want to go in, but I can't save face[

"Come on in, aren't we in a hurry? It's going to take a day to go back and forth. " Ye Chuqing goes up and pushes him with a banter.

"Shut up and leave my business alone."

Mo Feng Ya turns around and gouges out her viciously. Does this woman dare to make her own decision for him?

Ye Chuqing is not afraid of death but raises his chin and looks back at his fierce face.

She knows that this guy is a paper tiger. His mouth is vicious and scares you to death. But in fact, his heart is not poisonous.

Just like before, he threatened her many times, but now think about it carefully, he didn't do anything to really hurt her.

"I'm just kind. If you're not happy, hit me." She said like a rascal.

"You..." Mo Feng Ya was so angry that she turned to the door, took a breath, and then opened the door.

The ward is very big but not very bright, the window screen is pulled up a lot, and the smell of medical water is floating in the air, which makes the whole room feel heavy and desolate.

On the bed lay an old man, about sixty years old, very thin and very old, with pale blue blood vessels clearly visible on his pale skin.

"Boo, Rand... Here you are." Mr. Mayfair opened his eyes slowly, and there was a comforting smile in his muddy and collapsed green eyes.

His voice was intermittent and coughing, and he looked miserable.

"Yes, I heard from the housekeeper that you were seriously ill and wanted to see me, so I came back." Mo Feng Ya's face is still very indifferent. He doesn't even call his father.

"Yes, if you were not seriously ill, maybe you would not like to come back to see me."

Mr. Mayfair also noticed this detail, and his old face became more gloomy.

When ye Chuqing saw that the old man was so ill that he had to bear the psychological blow, she couldn't bear it. She really wanted to kick the ink wind.

When it's all like this, what else do you wear!

Clearly care about the feelings between father and son, why do you have to be so awkward.

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