Hundred Billions Wife Li Shaochong

A song ends.

The banquet is also over.

The guests left one by one, and it was time for Su Jian to leave.

Li Ting sent her to the door, the car had already stopped beside her, and he was reluctant to let go of his arms around her waist.

"I'll take you back together."

Su Jian smiled coquettishly. This person looked so mature, but he was a bit childish, and he could say such a thing.

"Who will take care of you when you leave, the banquet has just ended, and there are still many things that need to be taken care of by you, so you can stay here, I can go back by myself

go with. "

The fiery gaze rested on her for a few seconds.

Li Ting let go, and opened the car door for her, "Then you pay attention to safety, and call me when you get back."

"Okay!" Su Jian smiled softly, turned around and got into the car with her skirt in hand.

When the car drove out and passed by the side of Li's house, Su Jian rolled down the window.

With a hasty glance, his eyes were severely shocked.

Guardian!
She is here too!

When she looked at Wei Shishi, the woman's eyes were fixed on her, with a smile and indifference, like an outsider watching from the sidelines, waiting to see her jokes.

Obviously, she is here waiting for herself.

Seeing the woman standing in the corner, Su Jian felt panicked like never before, completely different from when she was facing Su Chuyue and Su Yao.

Her intuition told her that this woman was not easy to deal with.

"Miss Su, what's the matter?" Seeing her staring out the window, the driver asked.

"It's okay." Su Jian shook her head, closed the car window, and didn't look outside again.

The phone suddenly rang.

It was Cheng Huainan calling.

Sitting in the carriage, in that silent night, Cheng Huainan's voice was like a thunderstorm exploding on the calm sea in the calm and moonless night.

"Little Marriage, my mother is critically ill."

Su Jian's heart jumped up to her throat.

Her voice was trembling, "I'll be right over."

Trying to comfort Cheng Huainan, "Don't worry, I'll be there soon, half an hour at the latest."

She immediately said to the driver, "Take me to the Third People's Hospital."

Su Jian didn't know what kind of mentality she had when she walked into the hospital. When she rushed to the ward, there were only Cheng Huainan and Song Qingrong.

Song Qingrong was lying on the bed weakly, and it was different from any time she saw it.

Su Jian couldn't say why, but looking at her face, one would have an intuition: she might leave at any time.

He hurried up, "Teacher Cheng, how is the situation now?"

She lowered her voice, for fear of disturbing the person lying on the bed.

Cheng Huainan's voice was very quiet, "There is still about an hour, she said she wants to chat with you alone, I'll go out first, after you have finished talking, find
One hour.

Su Jian's hair stood on end, and she could barely move.

Cheng Huainan turned his head, and when he was walking out, the light shone on his face, so she could see clearly.

His eye sockets were bloodshot, and his face was as pale as a piece of white paper that could be easily destroyed.

Vulnerable.

Su Jian stepped forward and sat by the bed, "Auntie, do you have anything to say to me?"

Song Qingrong tried to get up, but she had no strength left.

Su Jian took the pen and paper by the bed and handed it to her, staring at it unbearably.

She was already skinny.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and his whole body is skinny, like a mummy.

Just holding the pen had exhausted all her strength.

Su Jian didn't want to watch it anymore, and had to face it.

Song Qingrong tried her best. When she was writing, her tendons bulged out one by one.

On the neck, on the forearm.

Seeing her trying her best to write a few words, almost unable to hold on, Su Jian's mind flickered slightly, and the person in front of her and a figure overlapped together.

She squatted on the edge of the grass and told her that she was looking for her ring.

Urgent, yet healthy.

Standing in the sunshine in late spring and early summer, the whole person is full of vitality.

But in January, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

Not to mention Cheng Huainan, even she couldn't accept it.

The sound of the pen in Song Qingrong's hand falling and rolling to the ground brought her back to reality and woke her up.

Su Jian picked it up, trying to persuade her not to work so hard, remembering the time limit Cheng Huainan said before leaving, and handed it to her, holding her back to support her.

Song Qingrong's hands were weak, and it was difficult to write stroke by stroke.

It took almost 10 minutes to write a few words.

The originally pale face became more haggard.

After grafting the paper, Su managed to recognize the words on it: Take care of him for me.

When Su Jian was hesitating, she met Song Qingrong's gaze, her eyes seemed to be engraved on her body, she tried her best to look at her, her eyes were full of urgent requests.

Song Qingrong could hardly hold on any longer, and pinned all her hopes on Su Jian.

Cheng Huainan only has her as a friend, and she is the only person she can pin her hopes on.

Song Qingrong has never obtained anything in her life, nor has she ever asked anyone for anything.

In the end, let her be selfish this time.

Su Jian squeezed her ten fingers, made a decision, and nodded.

"Okay! Auntie, I promise you."

The corners of Song Qingrong's tensed lips twitched suddenly, and she looked at Su Jian happily.

In her short and humble life, she lacked one regret.

She stretched out her hand to grab Su Jian, but Su Jian felt a chill in her palm, and suddenly fell down.

"aunt!"

exclaimed.

Seeing Song Qingrong close her eyes and fall down powerlessly, Su Jian was so anxious that she couldn't stop her tears from falling.

Looking down, what she was holding in her hand was given to her by Song Qingrong.

a ring.

It was roughly similar to the one she and Cheng Huainan bought as a gift to Song Qingrong before, but it was a bit old, with a small word "Rong" engraved on the inside.

It was the ring Song Qingrong was looking for before!
Su Jian was shocked, she didn't know when she got the ring back, let alone why she gave it to herself.

Hearing her voice, Cheng Huainan rushed in immediately.

Seeing the person lying on the bed, as soon as he stepped into the ward, his legs lost strength and he knelt heavily.

Pupils dilated, despair collapsed.

Su Jian walked over to help him up, but when she got closer, she realized that Cheng Huainan hadn't tidied herself up for some time.

Stubble grew on his always clean face, and his eyes were dull.

Su Jian comforted him in a low voice, "It's okay, there are me and other people around you. Auntie spends every day in pain, and it's a relief to leave."

Cheng Huainan looked in the direction of the bed dully, then suddenly reached out and hugged her.

His voice was low.

very cool.

It looks like a deep and slender cellar, surrounded by cold stones, with water flowing through the middle.

Silent and piercing.

Su Jian wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know where to start.

What Cheng Huainan cared most about was Song Qingrong, she left, no one or anything could comfort him.

She reached out and patted him lightly on the back.

That night, Su Jian didn't know how to spend it.

She stayed by Cheng Huainan's side to accompany him. The two of them didn't say a word. At dawn, they sent Song Qingrong to the crematorium to be cremated.

It is said that the cremation temperature is as high as [-] degrees.

Su Jian couldn't bear to hear the voice inside, so she dragged Cheng Huainan outside.

While waiting, Cheng Huainan's cell phone rang.

The school called.

After answering the call, Cheng Huainan's cold face darkened, and he squeezed the phone tightly.

"What's wrong?" Susan asked hurriedly.

"The school asked me to come over and talk to me about something." Cheng Huainan didn't know what it was, but he guessed about seven or eight points based on the tone of the school.