Chapter 1312

Snowflakes are flying outside the window.

The man in the window is tilted in the wheelchair and has completely lost his life.

The downstairs kitchen of Jinyu villa is brightly lit, a busy scene.

The chefs began to prepare according to the menu carefully selected by Ye Fu and Liu ma.

In the living room, ye Fu and Liu Ma's eyes were red and swollen, and their mood was particularly dignified.

A violent cough came. They got up and rushed to the stairs to help the shaking old man.

"Cough..." the old man turned white and even his lips were purple during the continuous cough. "Cough..." he almost couldn't stand stably. Fortunately, someone helped him.

Liu Ma hurriedly brought a spitting basin, and ye Fu helped the old man sit down on the sofa.

"Cough... Cough!"

The cough became sharper and sharper. It seemed that there was a mouthful of phlegm in his chest. The more he coughed, the more flustered and uncomfortable he coughed!

The body trembled violently, as if the last tight string in his life would break at any time.

"Cough!!"

The dripping cold sweat soaked his silver.

"Dad..." Yefu raised her heart to her throat. "Dad..." she caressed his back with tears.

Liu Ma was anxious with a spitting basin. "Master..."

The old man held his handkerchief and covered his mouth. With a cough, his chest burst into sharp tears, which made him a little out of breath.

"Dad..." Ye Fu panicked and was ready to grab the plane.

But the old man grabbed his hand. He shook his head while coughing, "don't... cough, don't... don't hit 120, cough..."

A violent cough came, and a mouthful of black blood gushed from the old man's mouth!

Liu Ma's legs trembled with fear of the black liquid in the basin. Is this blood?

Leaning weakly against the back of the chair, the old man breathed heavily and closed his eyes wearily.

Yefu quickly regained her consciousness and took a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his lips. The whole person was stunned.

The old man seemed to have coughed all his strength and was so weak that he was only breathing.

When Liu Ma handled the filth in her hand and returned to the living room, the old man calmed down. He opened his eyes, took the cup and rinsed.

He looked pale under the bright crystal lamp.

"..." Ye Fu held on to her heart and didn't know what else to say.

"If it doesn't get in the way, it can last two days." The old man looked at their sad faces. "Why are you drooping your face on the first day of the new year? Xiaoyu and Xiaoxiao may be back in a while. Do they have to worry? We must not be pessimistic, we must be happy, we must be happy! "

"Dad, let Gu Zhi show you?" Yefu gazed at him imploringly, "please, Gu Zhi will have a way."

"Gu Zhi is not the king of hell." The old man turned pale. His eyes closed and he leaned on his crutch. "It's not that he said I wouldn't accept it if he didn't accept it. The king of hell wants to accept it. What can Gu do?"

"But he's a doctor." Ye Fu stressed, "he is a gifted doctor. There is no king of hell in this world?"

The old man waved his hand. "I just showed it to him. It's useless."

Then there was silence in the living room.

The air seems to have solidified.

Liu Ma frowned slightly, and she was in a gloomy mood.

In the afternoon, when Lamborghini opened Sheng's group, Su Xiaoxiao said, "adjust your mood and don't let Grandpa worry too much. You should be happy on the first day of the new year."

But Su Xiaoxiao was really sad. She adjusted hard and the corners of her lips rose, "I know."

Not far from the company, she turned her eyes and asked, "shall we buy some fireworks and put them back? Will you hang up the red lanterns in the yard? "