Chapter 958

"Let's go." Bai Xuesheng withdrew his sight.

Mo Shuang Ling returned to his senses and looked at Bai Xuesheng blankly: "Xuesheng, that woman..."

"It may just look like it." Bai Xuesheng walked in the direction of the elevator, but his voice was still soft and soft. "There are so many people in the world. It's not surprising that one or two look alike."

"But..." It's so similar.

The distance is too far away, she did not see the details of the woman's appearance, just that kind of temperament of the whole body, not who is luonanchu?

But Ronan was already dead.

The traffic accident was completely changed, and all the relics were brought back. It was Fu Tingyuan who personally confirmed it. There was no mistake.

Mo Shuang Ling raised her head and looked forward. Bai Xuesheng had already reached the elevator and pressed the button. She was leaning over her head and smiling at her slightly, "ah Ling, come here quickly. The elevator is coming up. "

Mo Shuang Ning looked at her face pure and flawless smile, slightly relaxed in the heart, followed up.

It may be that she was too nervous about Ronan Chu to catch a person so resentful. Ronan was already dead, indeed dead, and turned to ashes in the crematorium, and could not appear again.

But she was still a little uncomfortable.

Inexplicable discomfort.

I don't know if it's the woman who looks like Ronan at the beginning, or Because of the haze on Bai Xuesheng's face just now.

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in the black Lincoln car, the driver is driving.

Fu Tingyuan is sitting in the back seat with a wireless headset playing the conference call.

"Mr. Fu," interrupted the driver, "there's a phone call from the hospital. "

Fu Tingyuan raised his head and said," eh? "

"It's your father's attending doctor." The driver's voice was careful.

Fu Tingyuan took off the earplug and leaned against the seat of the car and looked out of the window.

Steel and cement, a bustling city, is more lively in the evening.

The driver held his breath carefully and waited for his instructions, until the man spoke faintly: "go to the hospital."

He breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly turned around and drove to a nearby private hospital.

……

Fu Tingyuan walked into the ward and sat on the sofa facing the ward.

Private special ward, private nurse 24-hour service, a day costs 10000 US dollars, can be said that there will be no neglect.

He reached out to take an apple from the tea table, and then took a knife to slowly peel the apple. The long and thin peel fell from his fingertips, a trace of which was continuous.

Lying on the hospital bed, the old man with an oxygen mask on his face turned his head and said, "Tingyuan..."

"Well?" He neatly cut a complete apple, cutting the flesh, bit by bit into the shape of an apple rabbit, indifference and indifference.

"I want to see a sunny day." "I haven't seen her for a long time You let me meet her. "

Fu Tingyuan used the tip of his knife to fork a piece of flesh and tasted it. Then he put the knife on the plate and looked up at his father.

For three years, he was very old. It seemed that he had stepped from middle age to old age in a flash. He was extremely ill and had no way to recover.

No matter how powerful he was when he was young, time is fair to everyone. Wrinkled skin, skinny cheeks, and a body that needs medical equipment to maintain his life, the Yan Family owner, who worries the whole of London, is now old and hangs on a ventilator.