"Don't worry about me, I'll make a call right away."

Hai Zhixuan strode out of the ward. He didn't know whether it was Fu Fengyi's voice or the word Qian Mo, but Ye Haoran's eyes moved.

It rained all night, and Ye Qianmo had never been so impatient.

Damn it, there's a traffic jam.

Ye Qianmo cursed fiercely.

He took out a cigarette and lit it to calm his mood.

After the traffic police took down Ye Qianmo's license plate number, the chase slowed down.

No, after Ye Qianmo put out his cigarette, he opened the car door and decided to run over.

Ye Qianmo got out of the car and ran, shouting loudly: "Get out of the way, get out of the way." Perhaps shocked by his ferocious face and blood-red eyes, everyone else got out of the way.

"There are still 50 meters left." Ye Qianmo thought to himself. He was running very fast. He hadn't run like this for a long time. Maybe Ye Haoran's death inspired him to run very fast.

"There are still 30 meters left, Ye Haoran, you have to wait for me."

Ye Qianmo was completely weak, but he still insisted on running. He hoped that he could be as fast as Liu Xiang.

"10 meters, only 10 meters left."

Looking at the door of the hospital, Ye Qianmo smiled happily, he arrived, he arrived.

Ye Qianmo didn't stop running. He just ran in and saw Hai Zhixuan. Hai Zhixuan's face was very bad and his eyes were reddish. Ye Qianmo's heart sank to the bottom of the sea. If it weren't for the situation of Hai Zhixuan, it was very bad.

How could this happen? He was a little afraid to speak.

"Zhixuan, where is my dad?" Ye Qianmo asked anyway.

Ye Qianmo asked from a distance. He ran to Hai Zhixuan and stopped breathing heavily.

"Follow me." Hai Zhixuan led the way with swift strides. Now was not the time to blame Ye Qianmo for being late.

Ye Qianmo gasped heavily, and when he stopped, his legs were sore and weak.

He gritted his silver teeth and followed Shanghai Zhixuan's footsteps, he didn't want to regret it.

Ye Qianmo followed Hai Zhixuan, thinking about thousands of possibilities of seeing Ye Haoran, but he didn't expect that Ye Haoran still hadn't waited for him to arrive.

Before opening the ward door, there was a faint sound of crying, and Ye Qianmo had a bad feeling in his heart.

Ye Haoran, if you don't wait for me to come, Ye Qianmo will not forgive you.

When Hai Zhixuan opened the door, he shouted in disbelief: "Uncle Ye."

Ye Qianmo squeezed Haizhixuan away frantically, and ran to Ye Haoran's bedside with a long stride.

"Qian Mo, your father has passed away. Why don't you come? Why?" Fu Fengyi said with tears in her eyes. Her originally fair face suddenly became much older and withered like an eggplant beaten by frost. The beating on her son

She hated it.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Ye Qianmo roared, "It's impossible."

"Ye Haoran, wake up." Ye Qianmo looked at Ye Haoran with wide eyes and said, "Didn't you always want me to call you dad?"

"Ye Haoran, can you please get up? I will call you daddy when you get up. I will obey you from now on." Ye Qianmo stretched out his hand and carefully touched Ye Haoran's cheek, then knelt down in front of the hospital bed.

"Qianmo, my condolences." Hai Zhixuan patted Ye Qianmo on the shoulder. He was worried about Ye Qianmo being like this.

"Hai Zhixuan, why are you so sorry? You dare to curse my father." Ye Qianmo looked at Hai Zhixuan angrily: "Ye Haoran, get up, stand up. As long as you stand up, I will call you dad."

." The more he said it, the sadder his voice became, making the listener cry.

"Zhixuan, take Qianmo away!" Fu Fengyi looked at Ye Qianmo worriedly. She had never seen Ye Qianmo like this before. His eyes were red and bloodshot. Although she blamed her son for not arriving in time, but

Having lost her husband, she could never lose her son again.
Chapter completed!