After leaving from Leng's ward, Leng Shaoheng didn't directly return to Qiqi's ward. Instead, he went to the balcony of the corridor, dialed a phone and ordered the funeral.

"The preparation time for tomorrow's day will be held the day after tomorrow." Leng Shaoheng looks at the night in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"In such a hurry? Is it a bit of a rush? " The people on the other side of the phone are trying to ask questions.

"Well prepared, it won't be so grand. After all, it's not a happy death." Leng Shaoheng's tone sank a few minutes and sighed.

"Yes, I see. I'll start getting people ready." The man replied.

Hung up the phone, Leng Shaoheng did not immediately leave the corridor balcony, back to Qiqi ward, just continue to stand there.

The coldness of the night has poured up, but Leng Shaoheng can't feel it. He just stands there, looking at the dark night and the neon lights in the distance. The feeling of missing is surging up and down in his heart.

Turn it up again, press it down again.

So and so back and forth.

Because of Shen Qingqing's illness, he was always comforting her, and did not dare to show his missing for Mo Mo in front of her. He was sad, sad and unbearable because of his missing.

All kinds of emotions, Leng Shaoheng don't want to let Shen Qingqing see, alone and silently bear everything.

He is a man, Shen Qingqing's husband and the pillar of the family. He must hold on. He has no choice.

Leng Shaoheng stood like this, unconsciously, forgetting the time.

I only know that I miss and cherish my son more and more.

In Qiqi ward, Shen Qingqing saw that half an hour had passed, but Leng Shaoheng had not come back. She was worried.

When Leng Shaoheng goes to tell Leng Laozi about the funeral for Mo Mo, they quarrel again.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingqing immediately sat up from the bed, took the mobile phone on the head cabinet and called Leng Shaoheng.

But Leng Shaoheng's mobile phone rings on the tea table and vibrates. When he comes out of the ward, he doesn't bring his mobile phone.

Shen Qingqing thought that Leng Shaoheng and Leng Laozi must have quarreled again. She immediately got out of bed, put on her clothes, left the bedroom and left the ward.

While waiting for the elevator, Shen Qingqing's heart is full of ups and downs. The relationship between Leng Shaoheng and Leng's father and son has finally eased a little. If there's another quarrel, it won't end well.

When Shen Qingqing thought of this, she frowned tightly and worried more and more.

But after thinking about it, I don't think it should be. If Leng Shaoheng and Leng Laozi quarrel, aunt Xiaolin will definitely call her.

But now, aunt Xiaolin didn't call to let her go!

Just as Shen Qingqing was daydreaming, the elevator "Ding..." It's time for you.

Shen Qingqing hurried in, just as someone came out and bumped into him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Shen Qingqing apologizes. After all, she is worried about the situation of Leng Shaoheng and Leng Laozi, so she rushes into the elevator and doesn't see anyone coming out of the elevator.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Seeing Shen Qingqing's anxious and worried face, Leng Shaoheng looks uneasy and thinks something is wrong.

Shen Qingqing raised her head and saw that the person she bumped into was Leng Shaoheng. Her eyebrows wrinkled again and she was more worried.

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