Mu Qingqing is deeply aware of the feeling that her brain is suddenly blank. She doesn't know what else she can do. After thanking the doctor, she pretends to be calm and goes to the ward and closes the door.

Mo Liancheng hasn't woken up yet. The transparent liquid inside the drip tube is spreading from the blood vessels to the whole body. Mu Qingqing touches his cold hands without a trace of temperature and sits quietly beside him.

If Mo Liancheng had only three months left in his life, Mu Qingqing's first feeling was that he could not live. But at the thought that their son was still so young, it seemed that the sky would collapse.

The mobile phone on the bedside table rang several times. When Mu Qingqing swept to the screen, she was attracted by the word "suicide note". If it wasn't for these two words, Mu Qingqing would not care who sent the message to moliancheng, so she picked up her mobile phone and quietly unlocked it with her fingerprint.

In addition to this email, there are only two pieces of information about Mr. Yang's work. Mo Liancheng is looking for a lawyer at this time. Mu Qingqing knows what it is for.

"Mr. Mo, this part of the will has been worked out according to your instructions. I have sent you the e-mail. Please let me know if there is anything you need to delete and add!"

The second message was still sent by lawyer Yang Ming. It was obvious that he had already known about the physical condition of Mo Liancheng. "Mr. Mo, pay more attention to rest!"

There is no redundant rhetoric, but mu Qingqing feels deep concern.

Moliancheng seems to have accepted the reality that he is about to die. From the beginning to the end, Mu Qingqing is surprised at the indifference of moliancheng, without any hysteria, but it is endless silence. This is more worrying than madness and collapse, as in Molian city.

Out of curiosity or worry, Mu Qingqing opened Mo Liancheng's mailbox without hesitation. The latest email was sent by lawyer Yang Ming. Mu Qingqing's fingers trembled when she opened the mail. She did not know why, and her heart beat suddenly out of order.

Mu Qingqing's vision gradually blurred, clear, again and again blurred, repeated. From the content of the email, Mu Qingqing knew that all the things that Mo Liancheng was busy with during this period of time in the company was paving the way for the future of the Mohist group, to be exact, to pave the way for his son.

If Mo Liancheng really died of illness, then Mu Qingqing would be the first beneficiary of his property and huge amount of insurance. Moreover, Mo Liancheng instructed his lawyer to transfer 90% of his shares to Mu Qingqing after his death, making her the largest person in charge of the company. As for the other 10% shares, Mo Liancheng gave Zhong Lin.

Only mu Qingqing knows Mo Liancheng's mind. He doesn't want to lock Mu Qingqing's freedom with the Mohist group. She has never been suitable for the life of intrigue in the business world. Therefore, he retained Zhong Lin with shares and promoted him to the position of chairman. And signed a contract, and when Xiaochi grew up, he gave everything back to his son.

Mo Liancheng trusts Zhong Lin, but also because his son is defensive. However, his 10% share is far more than ten million times of Zhong Lin's current salary.

Legal documents in detail set out the division of the heritage of Molian City, even detailed to a building, an apartment. In addition to a few left for uncle Tang to collect rent and provide for the aged, the rest were transferred to Mu Qingqing's name.

Mu Qingqing can't look down any more. She buttons her mobile phone on the table and lets her tears fall with her eyes closed. All the things that moliancheng is busy with during this period are for the sake of Mu Qingqing and Xiaochi. It can be said that from the beginning, moliancheng has thought that there is not much room for survival.

At this time, he is still thinking about himself.

Mu Qingqing couldn't bear it any longer. The last glimmer of extravagance in his heart, the last line of defense, collapsed in an instant. She took out the phone and sent a message to song Yanshu, only one line.

"Schedule surgery as soon as possible."

For a moment, song Yanshu replied with a word, "good!"

The dialogue in less than ten words has already explained everything. Although Mu Qingqing promised to marry herself, song Yanshu's mood is getting worse and worse. He doesn't feel a little bit happy, but his heart is more depressed.

The servant brought over a glass of milk and was about to pass it to song Yanshu, but he beat him to the ground. Frightened, the servant stepped back and bowed her head and apologized. Even though she didn't know where she was wrong, the housekeeper's temper has become more and more cloudy and unpredictable recently. Therefore, many people have been suffering.

However, in the eyes of the uncle of the family, song Yanshu's way of doing things has changed a lot, which makes them very satisfied. In the past, they always discussed in private, saying that song Yanshu was too gentle and kind-hearted to support the family of the Song family. However, during this period of time, song Yanshu was just like a changed person. He did things in a vigorous and vigorous manner, resorted to all kinds of means, and even was more insidious than song Dongjian.

But no one knows that song Yanshu's change is actually for a woman.

Song Yanshu got up and opened the safe in the bedroom. There was a black satin brocade box in it. After opening the box, a silver whistle was lying safely in the luxurious brocade box, which seemed out of place. How to look at it is an ordinary whistle that can't be ordinary any more. It has been carefully collected by song Yanshu.For song Yanshu, this whistle is an important factor for him to fall in love with Mu Qingqing. Ten years ago, Mu Qingqing was desperate to save him. Song Yanshu sent a pair of engraved whistles to Mu Qingqing. He also agreed that if he met again after ten years, he would marry him to be his wife.

Song Yanshu, half confused and half confused, holds Mu Qingqing's hand with a trace of domineering in a tender but obstinate tone. If we meet again in ten years, you will be my wife. At that time, mu Qingzi remembered clearly that he had accepted the whistle. But when we met again ten years later, Mu Qingqing seemed to have completely forgotten about it. Even if song Yanshu reminded her, Mu Qingqing seemed to erase that memory.

In addition, during that time, Mu Qingqing was busy with revenge, and song Yanshu pressed this matter into his heart.

At this moment, song Yanshu holds the whistle and intends to give it to Mu Qingqing at the wedding. He thought about that scene for more than ten years. Song Yanshu always reminds himself that he will never forget. Ten years ago, when he was on the verge of despair, a pair of warm hands held him.

That moment, became the eternal in his heart.