After hanging up the phone, both of them looked at each other subconsciously and spoke almost at the same time.

"Mr. Bo, he..."

"Mr. Bo is critically ill..."

Shen Chu laughed first, "Secretary Yang's phone number?"

Fu Yan looked down at her and curled his lips: "Secretary Fu's phone number?"

The two looked at each other for a second, and Shen Chu spoke first: "It seems that the information we received is the same."

Fu Yan led her outside, and the car parked in the open-air parking lot outside the hotel.

Although the plaster on Fu Yan's right hand has been removed, the doctor suggested that he should rest for another half month before driving.

So tonight, the task of driving naturally fell on Shen Chu's shoulders.

The two got into the car. Shen Chu fastened his seat belt and glanced at Fu Yan: "A few days before my birthday, Mr. Bo also fell seriously ill. This month has only been about ten days, and this is already Mr. Bo's death. is critically ill for the second time.”

Fu Yan on the side raised his hand and touched her cheek: "He is already in his eighties and almost ninety, so he has lived a good life."

Shen Chu had nothing to regret. She had no good impression of Mr. Bo, either in the past or now.

Now that I heard the news that he is critically ill and cannot be saved, what I think more about is that the Bo family will probably be in chaos for a while.

Bo Xinzhi and He Minglan were of the same mind, and they also had Bo Xiangyang. After Mr. Bo left, the issue of the will was enough for them to make trouble.

Shen Chu is now a theatergoer. The more chaotic the Bo family is, the more she enjoys watching it.

As bystanders, they always watch the excitement and don’t take it too seriously.

When Bo Mu Nian and Su Qi rushed to the hospital, Mr. Bo just breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the person died, Bo Xinzhi started crying beside him.

Bo Xinzhi looked unlucky in his old age, but Bo Xinzhi was his father, the biological son of Mr. Bo. Now that Mr. Bo was about to die, he could not possibly drive Bo Xinzhi out and prevent Bo Xinzhi from watching Mr. Bo die.

Bo Mu Nian glanced at Bo Xinzhi coldly: "Grandpa hasn't died yet."

When Bo Xinzhi said something, his face turned pale immediately. Mr. Bo was looking at him on the hospital bed.

He was obviously on the verge of death, but that look in his eyes still frightened him.

Bo Xinzhi froze for a moment, wiped his tears, and did not dare to show off anymore.

Bo Mu Nian walked to the hospital bed. As soon as he walked over, Mr. Bo's hand suddenly placed on the back of his hand.

He was also wearing an oxygen mask, and it was very difficult to breathe, and the sound of every breath was extremely loud.

Bo Mu Nian looked down at him and called, "Grandpa."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand on his hand exerted a little more strength, as if he had exhausted all his life's strength. Mr. Bo squeezed his hand tightly: "Bo, the Bo family will leave it to you. .”

Bai Sheng helped remove the oxygen mask. Mr. Bo had a very difficult time speaking. It took him almost a second to say one word: "Ah, Nian, keep, keep the Bo family!"

Mr. Bo suddenly gasped for air. He looked past Bo Nian and looked at Su Qi behind him: "Okay, have a good life."

Mr. Bo was already out of breath after saying these five words. After he finished speaking, his breathing became more and more difficult, and the monitoring equipment on the side began to be abnormal. Mr. Bo looked at Bo Nian, as if he wanted to say something else, but after all, he didn't. Opportunity to speak out again.
Chapter completed!