At this time, the nurse took off the oxygen, Ying Fu's weak voice sounded, "muyao, come here."

Should Mu Yao cry, he shook his head, "I don't go past, past you will die."

Ying Fu pulled his lips hard. "Well, I'll talk to you here."

Ying Mu Yao's tendons on the back of his hand burst up one by one, and his forehead twitched violently. He didn't even dare to see Ying Fu.

"Nanqiao is a good girl, but when this happens to her, my father can't let the reputation of Yingjia be humiliated. I've never forced you to do anything in my life. Just this one, separate from Nanqiao."

"Dad..."

"Dad begged you, OK? I don't have a few minutes, you let me... Let me go, don't worry... "

Ying Mu Yao shook his head and his eyes were red. "Dad, don't force me, don't force me, OK?"

"Mu Yao, the Ying family is going to die. I'm going to lose it. I don't have the face to see your grandfather. I can't let the Ying family's reputation be destroyed." Yingfu's tears fall from the corner of his eyes.

Ying Mu Yao suddenly raised his head and his eyes almost trembled. "What happened to Ying Shi?"

Ying Mu Yao's eyelids trembled violently, and his breathing suddenly became blocked and difficult. He twitched slightly, and the nurse quickly put on the oxygen. Ying Mu Yao's face turned pale, rushed to kneel in front of his hospital bed, his face full of fear and confusion, and held his hand, "Dad... Dad... Don't leave me and mom, please, don't go, where's mom?"

Ying Mu Yao looked around, but he didn't see Ying's mother. He wiped his tears and stood up, "Dad, you wait, I'll go to mom."

Then he turned around, waiting for him to step open his feet, his wrist was caught, and his father's voice came faintly, "don't let your mother see it, she should cry again. Her eyes are so swollen these days that I don't know."

Ying muyao's nose was extremely sour for a moment.

Ying Fu's eyelids could not be controlled, and he opened again the next second, as if there was something that could not be put down. After repeated several times, he realized that he was dying. He motioned the nurse to take away the oxygen with his eyes, and his voice became clear: "Mu Yao, if you can, listen to your father once, separate from Nanqiao, take good care of your mother, help... Ying Shi..."

Drop——

A sharp instrument sound suddenly sounded. Ying muyao turned back in a hurry. Ying Fu's hand was slowly loosening his wrist and hanging down

Ying Mu Yao's whole blood seemed to stop for a moment. He held Ying's father's hand in a panic and uttered dryly: "Dad --"

Silence, a symbol of the silence of death, makes people feel as if they are all wrapped in ice, cold to the bone.

"Dad..." Ying Mu Yao's voice was lighter. He looked at the old man on the bed with red eyes, and then he opened his mouth. He was hoarse and choked, "Dad..."

The doctor recorded the time.

At 10:28, the cause of death was heart failure

Hearing the speech, Ying Mu Yao stood up and grabbed the blue folder with his red eyes, tearing it to pieces. The hard corner of the folder poked into his palm, and the smell of blood in the operating room suddenly became more intense.

"My father is not dead!" shouts Ying muyao! Who let you record the time of death! A bunch of rubbish

He raised his hand, threw the broken folder and paper, squatted in front of Yingfu's bed, holding his hand, with tears streaming down his nose, "Dad, don't sleep, you open your eyes, I will listen to you for everything, I will separate from Nanqiao, I will separate from Nanqiao, I will learn to manage the company well, I won't rest on weekends, I will do whatever you want me to do, ok..."

Nanqiao ran to the hospital and saw Ying's mother squatting at the door in the ward. She rushed directly to the door of the emergency room. Just as she stood still, Ying muyao's choking voice came out——

"I'm separated from Nanqiao, from Nanqiao..."