Chapter 1767

Fang Jiamei looked at the black screen, lying in bed, feeling very cold.

She hasn't said goodbye yet

In China, hospitals.

Outside the emergency room is particularly quiet. Mo Congtian sits on the bench with a heavy face and a thick worry between his brows.

Mo Yiheng sat on the ground against the wall, hung up the phone and closed his eyes. His face was a little tired and depressed.

"I don't know if you can make it." Mo Congtian opens his mouth heavily and looks at him angrily.

Mo Yiheng hung his head slightly, "why didn't you tell me earlier?"

His mother was so ill that he was the last to know.

Mo Cong snorted coldly, "tell you? What's the use of telling you? You don't want me to let you come back to Xinshi! Tell you what you can do? "

"To let you come back is to accompany us more. Your mother and I are just your son, but we are not around. What's the use of giving birth to you?" Mo Congtian is angry to see him now.

Two years ago, he reached an agreement with Fang Shaozhong to use Fang Jiamei to let Mo Yiheng go abroad to study. However, he didn't expect that Mo Yiheng was so affectionate to Fang Jiamei that when he came to Europe, he caused those things to him, which exhausted him.

His mother also washed her face with tears every day.

But a year ago, he didn't know what was going on, so he suddenly changed and went to work in the branch office there. This year is also a safe one.

Mo Congtian wanted him to come back to take over the company, but he didn't want to!

It made him so angry that he didn't know what to say.

Mo Yiheng listened to his hate iron does not become steel tone with a smile, "yes, you should not have given birth to me."

"You When Mo Cong got up, he wanted to fight him. At this time, the light in the emergency room went out, and the doctor came out. Mo Congtian came forward immediately, "doctor, how's my wife?"

Mo Yiheng sat in the same place and looked at them. He felt that his heart would not jump. He looked at the doctor and shook his head regretfully. The world suddenly became dark

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it has been three days since Mo Yiheng returned to China, and there are no phone calls or text messages.

Fang Jiamei practiced in the practice room, but Chen Yinxu couldn't listen to the sound. She took a stick and knocked on the table, "Jiamei! What are you thinking? "

Fang Jiamei suddenly looked up at him and stopped her action. "I'm sorry, teacher."

"I think you're in such a state that it's hard for you to get into scribble next year." Chen Yinxu is disappointed.

Scree is the largest performing stage in Europe, under which many famous performers have signed contracts.

Kerry generally does not sign a new contract, but they have a new policy to receive two music colleges every year.

This is a good opportunity for Jiamei, but she can't even pass the first test at this level.

Fang Jiamei naturally knew that she was in this state. She sighed softly and lost her confidence. "You know, teacher, I'm not as good as before."

A real cellist can play all kinds of music, but no matter what she plays, it's full of sadness.

Chen Yinxu sighed. Fang Jiamei is his best student, but now she's like this. Naturally, she's a little disappointed. "Practice yourself. If you're in a bad mood, go home."

Fang Jiamei looks at Chen Yinxu's leaving figure and lowers her head, feeling guilty.

She knew what the teacher expected of her, but she also knew that at her present level, there was no way to meet the requirements of scree.