Chapter 1182

Ten minutes later, Yanzong's private lawyer opened the door and came out.

He and Yanzong have been clients for decades. He is also a famous old lawyer in London. His mouth is very strict. No one can ask what Yanzong said in the ward.

After the lawyer left, the doctor and the nurse went back in.

Fu Tingyuan and they also went in.

At the end of his heart disease, he was in pain. His heart was short of blood supply. Yanzong was leaning on the hospital bed with a face of iron green.

He looked very weak, also very fragile, more than a year in the hospital bed lying, so that he was thin only a bone.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes. The turbid eyes were first fixed on the face of his favorite third son.

In the past three years, the relationship between father and son was extremely bad. Fu Tingyuan hardly came to see him. Every time he met, he almost quarreled.

Fu Tingyuan knew that Yanzong didn't care much about him. He was used to it all his life. He would be happy to see him become what he imagined.

He is really a very irresponsible father.

However, he had to admit that he was still hard to accept in the face of his disappearance.

Yanzong looked at him for a long time. He coughed slightly and said with some difficulty: "are you willing to come to see me at last? I thought you wouldn't come to see me when I died. "

There was a little blame in his tone, but there was still a lot of joy in his words.

Fu Tingyuan went over and sat by his bed, watching Yanzong's hands with needles on the bed.

The back of the hand was full of pinholes, and only a bone was left.

"Just because I'm willing to meet you doesn't mean I forgive you." He said coldly, "if you get better tomorrow, I can go."

Hearing the speech, Yanzong leaned on the head of the bed and laughed: "I'm afraid it's not exactly what you mean..." He waved his hand and said, "Dad is old, everyone has this experience, but it's nothing. I'm sorry I didn't hold your grandson... "

Fu Tingyuan moved his lips and wanted to say that even if you live for another 20 years, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold it. However, he forbeared and didn't say it again.

Yanzong raised his hand and touched his face. His eyes were filled with joy and seemed to be very pleased. At the moment, just like an ordinary old man, he was lying on the bed full of appreciation and watching his beloved child grow up to be a man of extraordinary excellence. He had the kind of fatherly mentality.

Fu Tingyuan raised his hand, pressed his hand, and called out in a low voice, "Dad."

It was difficult for him to express his feelings at the moment.

In the face of the death of the closest person, it is still difficult to accept.

After a while, the housekeeper came in and whispered to Yanzong, "Madame Fu is here."

Yan Zong was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the woman standing at the door with a cold face. Compared with him, she was still very young. Standing there, she seemed to be two generations.

The most romantic thing he did in his life was to carefully collect and pamper the woman with other men in her heart. And then she gave him the best son.

Fu Tingyuan stood up from the bedside and went to Fu Qingtian: "you go to accompany him."

Fu Qingtian pursed her lips and held the door to look at the man on the hospital bed. He was so old that he was no longer the arbitrary shadow in her memory.

The man raised his head and looked at her with a little excitement. Fu Qingtian frowned slightly and lowered her head. She was not willing to go in.