Yin Ping sighed long, or it should be because his breathing was not smooth, and he subconsciously tried very hard to clear his breath. With such force, blood was gushing out like a spring, which was shocking to see.

Zhuyan was so scared that her hands were trembling and at a loss. She could only reach out to cover her. She was already crying in her voice, "Dad, don't say it anymore! Don't say it anymore!"

Yin Ping's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, probably trying to hold her hand, but he didn't touch it, so he put it back weakly, and then opened his mouth, and the sound became blurry, "The study drawer... There is a letter

..."

After that, he really had no energy to speak, and his chest was heaving and undulating.

Zhuyan didn't dare to touch him hard, but was nervous because he couldn't see his reaction. He tightly held his hand and kept shouting, "Dad, don't sleep! Don't sleep..."

But she could clearly feel the temperature in her hands getting cooler and cooler. The feeling was colder from her fingertips to her heart, with endless fear and powerlessness to turn the world around.

She knelt directly on the ground, her whole body slid down, and she became weak when she held his hand tightly, and she fainted from crying.

Zhuyan thought to herself, it might be better if she could keep fainting and never wake up again, but she still has Yueyue.

She hasn't been through many years in her life, but she feels that almost all the pain she can experience in life has been experienced.

The most painful thing is the separation of life and death. She has experienced it for the second time, but it is still very painful, so painful that she has no strength to breathe.

The hospital was busy, but the two people who were sent here were no longer breathing.

Yu Nanchuan's body was in the hospital and a series of examinations were required to determine the cause of death.

All that day, Yu Sicheng was in the hospital.

When I looked south, what I could see at a glance was the fatigue and heaviness on Mr. Yu's face.

In fact, Mr. Yu always felt that he had a grudge with Yin Ping and had to be resolved, but he was also the one who least wanted something wrong with Yin Ping. Now that Yin Ping suddenly passed away, Mr. Yu must also feel that he was half guilty.

"The result is out." Nanwang walked over, his voice lowered.

The man only glanced at him, then sat on the bench, supported his knees with his hands, buzzed his head slightly, and signaled him to continue.

Nan Wang continued: "Yin always visited with a dying heart. During this period, I don't know what he said to Yu Nanchuan, but it must be enough to arouse emotions. The two had a fight, and they could be said to be killing each other, but

In my opinion, it was actually Mr. Yin who brought a cushion before committing suicide, which was just right for you to share your worries."

Both of them were Mr. Yu and didn't know how to solve it, but Yin Ping suddenly did this and both of them were gone.

Yu Sicheng finished listening, but didn't say anything.

Nan Wang stood there quietly, knowing that Yu always didn't know how to explain to Miss Zhu who woke up. She couldn't help with this kind of busyness.

I had to say, "I, go up and see the lady?"

Yu Sicheng nodded.

Yin Yue's ward was originally quiet, and Yu Jinchuan would come over when he was free, but Yu Jinchuan was not here now and I don't know where he went.

Nan looked outside the ward and saw a figure standing with his back to his back to his feet beside the bed, frowned, "You are..."

When the man heard his voice, he turned around suddenly.

Nan Wang's brows frowned and his tone suddenly became cold, "What are you doing here?"

It was Chen Fangyu, who bent over and sneaked. When he heard him opening the door, he saw him asking questions again. He looked extremely panicked and pulled all the things he could touch in his hand.

Then he rushed out the door like crazy.

Naturally, she was no match for Nan Wang, and it was impossible for her to break out of Nan Wang's obstacle. Nan Wang reached out and pulled her to the ground. Hearing Chen Fangyu's wailing in pain, he didn't relax, "Come!"

A nurse rushed over, "What's going on?"

Nan Wang had no time to answer, so he got up and walked into the ward, "Call the doctor to see if the patient is fine, hurry up!"

Yin Yue was not awake yet, and all the medicines used were pulled by Chen Fangyu. The machine was so messy that people were so nervous.

The nurse was also confused. She just went to prepare the medicine, but unexpectedly something happened when she turned around and hurriedly ran out to call someone.

Chen Fangyu, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly smiled crazy, and laughed wildly, and even tears came out while laughing. Until Yin Yue was pushed away by the doctor, she was still smiling on the ground, smiling straight. Clap your hands on the ground.

Nan Wang stood aside and frowned and stared at her.

"Do you know that Yu Nanchuan is dead?"

Even if you are not a real couple, even if you don’t have much so-called love, you have had a child and have been together for a long time. You are somewhat dependent on your spirit, even if it’s dependent on hatred.

But now that Yu Nanchuan is dead, even if she hates and resentment are gone, it is a mentality that is difficult for normal people to understand.

Chen Fangyu looked up at Nanwang silly, then turned his head away, smiled "hehe" and tears also fell out.

Nan Wang didn't know whether she was crazy or not, and now she didn't have time to explore her. If it wasn't crazy, something happened to Yin Yue, she wouldn't be able to escape and take responsibility anyway.

If it's really crazy... who sets the rules that a psychopath does not have to be responsible?

Nan Wang called a nurse, "Send her back, look at it."

At that time, Yu Jinchuan finally came back with a small cup. He should have gone out to collect water just now. Now he looked at the empty ward and was a little confused, "Where is Yueyue?"

Nan Wang looked down at him, "She was taken away by the doctor and should be back in a while."

After thinking about it, Nan Wang said, "What happened to your aunt's father. She is still in a coma now. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Yu Jinchuan's beautiful brows frowned immediately, "What happened to grandpa?"

Oh yes, Yu Jinchuan called Yin Ping as grandpa. He also knew that his name was chosen by the old man, and it was somewhat closer than others. It can be seen that he was very worried.

"What's wrong with grandpa?" he asked anxiously.

But Nan Wang couldn't answer this question directly for a while, telling him that the old man had passed away?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yu Jinchuan stomped his feet slightly, and then grabbed Nan Wang's hand: "Take me to see him!"

Nanwang was pulled into the elevator by him and pressed down on the floor.

When they arrived, Zhuyan woke up, but she didn't move, and tears flowed out silently.

Yu Jinchuan stretched out his little hand gently to help her wipe her tears, "Auntie?"

Zhuyan didn't respond much, but just closed her eyes and tears continued.

Yu Jinchuan kept helping her wipe, then turned to look at Yu Sicheng, "What's wrong with grandpa?"

Yu Sicheng's eyes were also red, and there were even signs of wetness. Even if he accepted her, he could blame him, scold him, or beat him, he could accept it, but he was most afraid that she would be so silly without saying a word.

I looked at Yu Jinchuan and was also very tired.

It’s just that in such a short time, too many happened, which caught people off guard.

After a moment, Yu Sicheng said to Yu Jinchuan: "Your grandfather left and went to a very far place that he would never see in the future."

Yu Jinchuan didn't know how far it was, but looking at her and his condition, you could probably understand that no matter how much he grew up, he wouldn't be able to reach that place.

After a while, Yu Sicheng took him to his hands and said, "Let Uncle Nan take you to see your dad?"

His dad?

Yu Jinchuan looked at him wonderingly, "Isn't he in a place that is inconvenient to meet with people?"

Yu Sicheng sighed softly and shook the boy's very small hand, "Your grandpa and your father have just met, and there were some conflicts between them. Now they both went to that place together, you

Go and say goodbye to your dad?"

For a while, Yu Jinchuan didn't say anything.

Then he suddenly asked, "My mom is crazy, my dad is gone, is that right?"

Yu Sicheng felt a little painful in his heart, "You have the second uncle, the aunt, and Yueyue. Uncle Nan will always be with you."

It took a long time for Yu Jinchuan to nodded and then followed Nanwang out.

Yu Sicheng put it to the edge of the bed and shook her hand, "I know you blame me, you should blame me. You can do whatever you want, but you can't think it out, do you hear it?"

take things too hard?

She finally turned her head slowly, and then smiled miserably, "I don't even have the right to think about it."

In the past, she had no relatives and had no worries. During the days she ended with him, she thought she would die if she died, and it was no big deal.

But later she was taken to Australia and knew that Song Ci was still there and that she was pregnant, she immediately became concerned and had a reason to survive.

Later, when she recognized the old man, she felt that she was the same as others, even happier than others.

But why did God always torture her like this? He wanted to make such a big joke with her?

Overnight, she felt like she had nothing left!

Oh no, her eyes gradually became brighter, she still had Yueyue's. She couldn't be so decadent. She was like this. What should Yueyue do?

She had to wait for her to wake up, raise her well, give her the best life she could, and no longer let her experience a tortuous and painful life like herself.

Thinking of this, Yu Sicheng suddenly wiped her tears calmly, and then sat up.

"What's wrong?" Such excessive calmness will make people feel nervous.

Yu Sicheng frowned, his hands almost protecting her, for fear that she would suddenly do something.

Zhuyan looked at him, "Don't be so careful, I just want to go back to Yueyue's place. If she wakes up, she will cry."

Listening to this, Yu Sicheng's thin lips pursed tightly.

She was obviously very weak, but when she thought of her daughter, she seemed to have become a different person in an instant.
To be continued...