"Get your pulse first." Chu Yunyao grabbed his hand and caught his pulse with her fingertips, "It's such a coincidence, I don't want to see you either, if it wasn't for Ling Yuan, you think I would come ?”
Chu Yunyao knew about Mo Lingyuan's complete break with Mo Zhongtian through Duan Changyu and Mu Qing.
Although Mo Zhongtian didn't like to see him very much, he treated Mo Lingyuan very well.
Even though he fought in the north and south, he still brought Mo Lingyuan by his side and taught him carefully. From the perspective of father alone, among the few children, Mo Zhongtian was undoubtedly the best to Mo Lingyuan.
Mo Lingyuan has always been cultivated as the heir of the Mo family.
It's just that some things happened later, so that there was a gap between father and son after all.
Later, when she and her unborn child fell to the bottom of the cliff, Mo Lingyuan put Mo Zhongtian under house arrest in this mansion.
When a person is about to die, his words are also good.
The past should be written off.
Although Mo Lingyuan harbored some hatred for Mo Zhongtian in his heart, he did not want Mo Zhongtian to die like this after all.
Mo Zhongtian was so annoyed by Chu Yunyao's words that he wanted to get up from the bed, trying to pull back his hand.
However, he had already had a stroke, and his body was already weak like an old man with turbid weather, and Chu Yunyao held him tightly, Mo Zhongtian could hardly move.
After taking the pulse, Chu Yunyao frowned, let go of her fingers, and looked at Mo Lingyuan: "I'll wait for you outside."
Mo Lingyuan nodded slightly.
Chu Yunyao stood at the door, listening to the movement inside.
After pondering for a while, I heard Mo Zhongtian sighed, "Are you finally willing to see me?"
Mo Lingyuan: "..."
Mo Zhongtian looked at Mo Lingyuan, and suddenly burst into tears: "It doesn't matter if I die, this child Jinyu is lonely, I just happen to be with him."
Mo Lingyuan clenched his lips, but remained silent.
There was a dead silence in the bedroom again.
Mo Zhongtian spoke again, with a low voice, "I want to apologize to Wan'er. After I die, you can bury me with her."
Mo Lingyuan's thin lips moved: "Mother said before she died that she doesn't want to meet you again in her next life, so you better not bother her."
Mo Zhongtian seemed to be in despair: "Aren't you even willing to give me a chance to repent?"
Mo Lingyuan stared at him for a few seconds, then turned around and walked out.
Chu Yunyao was waiting at the door, when she heard footsteps, she raised her eyes to look at him, saw that his face was gloomy, a little lost, she hurriedly supported him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"
Mo Lingyuan hesitated for a moment, looked down at her, and lowered his voice: "How is he?"
"It's not very good." Chu Yunyao shook her head: "I'm getting old, and I've had a stroke again. The old disease in my early years has recurred, and it's already reached the point of dying."
Could die at any moment.
Mo Lingyuan's throat was choked and his heart was stuffy, "How much longer?"
"If it's slow, it can drag on for half a year, if it's fast, it's only a month or two." Chu Yunyao couldn't bear it, and didn't know how to comfort him: "If you don't want him, just stay here for a while and be with him , even if it is to repay the kindness he gave you in the past."
Humans are not grasses and trees, they are as powerful as Mo Lingyuan, and they cannot bear the successive deaths of their relatives.
Mo Lingyuan held Chu Yunyao's hand tightly: "You stay and stay with me, okay?"
"Okay." Chu Yunyao agreed straight away, and ordered someone to go to the mansion to bring the nurse over...
When I got downstairs, I saw three young concubines playing with An An.
With hands behind his back, Mo Lingyuan walked over side by side with Chu Yunyao, stood in front of several people, and asked abruptly, "How old are you this year?"