Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

Not far away were the figures of the old lady and the old man coming face to face, and their sad cries.

"Wen Fu, how can you let us send black haired people to white haired people..."

Yan Wenfu on the cart was covered with white cloth. The old lady's trembling hand didn't have time to uncover the white cloth covered on her son. He was stopped by a skinny and powerful hand with old skin. The old man took the old woman's trembling hand and didn't let her lift the white cloth from the cart.

"Old woman, don't block Wen Fu's way. You let the nurse push his son away..." the banquet master, who has always been in front of Mount Tai, turned red and didn't fall down until he leaned on his crutch.

The pain of losing a son. It hurts. The old man who founded Yan's company is a legend of Haicheng. The muscles of the old man's face trembled with pain. Unexpectedly, they have reached the age of knowing their destiny. But still have to bear this degree of pain.

Qiaoxin sat on the chair with the banquet secretary at night. Grandma's pain sounded in her ears. Qiaoxin saw grandpa Yan turn around. Wipe your tears quietly.

"God is so cruel to us, old man. Wen Fu walked in front of us when he was young..."

The president and many famous experts and doctors in the hospital surrounded the two old people. Everyone's comfort was in the old lady's painful voice. It looks particularly pale and powerless.

Without the old lady's obstruction. The nurses pushed carts and slowly left the sad corridor with Yan Wenfu.

The old man and the old woman helped each other. Josin went forward to help the two old people and helped them to the room specially prepared for the banquet family in the hospital. After arranging the two old people, josin returned to banquet night.

There are eight hardships in life: life, old age, disease, death, asking for nothing, resentment and hatred, love and separation, and five Yin prosperity. It's really bitter. It was painful. Qiao Xin covered his chest and went to see the banquet night with tears in his eyes.

His eyes were red. He wanted to cry but forbeared. It was particularly distressing. Josin raised his palm and gently covered Yan Siye's eyes.

Her voice is always clear and beautiful, because she cries with a tremor: "Si ye, and I, and I accompany you. If you feel bad, cry, I won't laugh at you, and no one will see it. I will accompany you whatever you want."

After two minutes, josin felt the moisture in his palm, and his ear was grandma's sad cry. The picture in front of him was powerless.

Josin's eyes were more red and swollen, and tears fell like beads of broken thread.

Like finally remembering something, josin wanted to divert the attention of banquet Secretary Ye. Her voice was not loud and weak: "Secretary ye, I went to the hospital at noon. The doctor said I was not pregnant. A few days ago, there were symptoms similar to pregnancy because of my stomach problems. Sorry, I surprised you in vain."

I don't know if she is too looking forward to the arrival of the baby and even has the symptoms of pseudopregnancy. It may also be that she has too much work pressure some time ago, so her body can't bear it for the moment.

The banquet secretary's eyes were as bright as obsidian. Now he lost his former glory, and the whole person was shrouded in a sad atmosphere. Hearing about the child, banquet Secretary night briefly pulled away from his grief, looked at josin, clenched her hand and comforted, "let's talk about pregnancy later."