Mr. Mu's crush is so sweet

As life goes by, language will appear pale.

Mu Yechen was not good at comforting others, so he could only accompany her silently.

Holding her hand, the two of them ran to the hospital. It was obviously a summer night on the way, and the temperature was suitable, but Qiao Yin felt waves of coldness coming, and she couldn't help shivering.

Walking to the ward, Gao Zheng looked pale and lay down on the bed peacefully.

Gao Zhengrong sat in a daze, he couldn't accept this fact for a while, but the cruel fact was in front of him, and he had to accept it.

The cruelest reality is that you know what is going to happen, but you are powerless to save it, and you can only watch him disappear.

Qiao Yin felt a little weightless, her body swayed, and Mu Yechen quickly supported her.

She opened her mouth and wanted to call her uncle, but she couldn't.

The tears couldn't hold back, and fell silently.

There were obviously three living people in the room, but none of them made a sound. In the silence, sadness fermented in the air.

Gao Zhengrong had been sitting for a long time before he mustered up the courage to make another call, which was to his mother, informing her that he would come to hold his uncle's funeral.

The three were silent and kept watch all night.

Gao Qiuyi rushed over the next morning. She was wearing a brand-name suit. Although she had put on makeup, she couldn't hide her haggard face. Because she had run for a while, her hair was a bit messy.

"Gao Zhengrong, where's my elder brother?"

Gao Qiuyi scolded.

Gao Zhengrong didn't speak, but stepped aside for her to watch.

Gao Qiuyi looked at the man lying on the hospital bed, with a painful expression on her face, she turned around, raised her arm and slapped Gao Zhengrong on the face.

"Gao Zhengrong, your uncle was fine before, why did he die when you came to see him, did you, did you kill him?!" Gao Qiuyi questioned.

Qiao Yin was taken aback by Gao Qiuyi's behavior. After Gao Zhengrong was beaten, his face remained unchanged, and his eyes were also indifferent, as if he had turned into an emotionless robot.

Gao Qiuyi was furious, and hit him a few more times, seeing that he still hadn't responded, she knew that she couldn't save her elder brother if she vented like this, so she cried.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm late."

After years of experience in shopping malls, Gao Qiuyi no longer cries out as unscrupulously as before. She bears it. Although she shed tears, her face is very stiff.

It wasn't plastic surgery, but she hid her emotions for too long, and didn't know how to be sad for a while.

Qiao Yin pulled Mu Yechen out of the ward silently, and went to the doctor to find ice cubes and ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Mu Yechen was not happy, "You care about Gao Zhengrong."

Qiao Yin sighed, "It's not really caring, it's just sympathy."

Mu Yechen sneered, "It's sympathy, not fraternity."

Qiao Yin stared at him unwillingly, "Mu Yechen, if you talk about it again, I'll get angry."

Mu Yechen didn't speak anymore, but bowed his head and kissed her, "Don't be angry, I'm just teasing you."

Qiao Yin pushed him away, "Annoying, you think you are Crescent Moon, just coax someone to kiss you, childish."

Mu Yechen didn't quarrel with her at this time, "You give me the medicine, I don't want my wife to stare at other men's faces and apply medicine."

Qiao Yin was so angry that he kicked his feet, Mu Yechen didn't hide, let her vent her anger, and waited outside for a while before Gao Qiuyi and Gao Zhengrong came out.

"You are Qiao Yin, Qiao Yin, are you still alive?"

When Gao Qiuyi spoke, Qiao Yin felt the majesty in her tone, and nodded in a daze.

"Auntie Qiuyi, hello, I'm Qiao Yin, and I'm still alive."

Gao Qiuyi wanted to reach out to touch her, but Qiao Yin took a step back unconsciously, and Gao Qiuyi froze.

"Qiao Yin, it's good that you live. When I see you, I think of Xiao Yu."

Gao Qiuyi restrained her emotions, turned around and told Gao Zhengrong, "Get ready for the funeral. I'll go back to the hotel to rest for a while. When I come over, it depends on your arrangements."

"Ah."

Gao Zhengrong nodded, as if he was used to this kind of situation, and he himself became indifferent.

When Gao Qiuyi left, Qiao Yin's shoulders collapsed. The aura of a strong woman was not fake, she was a bit cautious.

She looked at Gao Zhengrong's face with finger marks, and complained in her heart, this Aunt Qiuyi is really not polite at all, this is her son, and she will not show mercy at all.

She bumped Mu Yechen with her elbow to remind him, but Mu Yechen was reluctant, pointing at Gao Zhengrong, "Sit down, I'll help you deal with the wound on your face."

"No need!" Gao Zhengrong turned indifferently and wanted to leave.

Qiao Yin pulled him back, "Half your face is going to be swollen, do you want to go to uncle's funeral like this? Uncle must be sad to see you like this, sit down and apply the medicine!"

Gao Zhengrong listened to the lesson, his face was fierce.

He turned around helplessly and sat down obediently.

Seeing him listen to Qiao Yin's words, Mu Yechen felt complicated. When applying the medicine to him, he was a little heavy-handed, and Gao Zhengrong frowned.

"Mu Yechen, you did it on purpose!"

"It's intentional, you just have to bear it!" Mu Yechen raised his eyebrows, glanced at Qiao Yin, Gao Zhengrong gritted his teeth.

Qiao Yin couldn't bear to watch, and reminded Mu Yechen, "You, take it easy."

Mu Yechen wanted to flip the table, "I feel sorry for him, come and teach me a lesson, Yinyin, I'm your husband!"

Qiao Yin pursed her lips, when did Mu Yechen become so childish.

"It's a matter of fact. It has nothing to do with whether you are my husband. If you don't want to do it, let me do it."

Mu Yechen blocked her, refusing her to make a move, "I don't need you, just sit down!"

Mu Yechen was a little gentler this time, and applied medicine to half of his face.

Gao Zhengrong felt a little cool on his face, he glanced at Mu Yechen, "What's so good about a man with a small belly, Qiao Yin has poor eyesight and falls in love with you."

Mu Yechen raised his arms, wanting to slap him again.

Gao Zhengrong immediately called for help; "Qiao Yin, someone is going to beat me."

"..."

The corner of Qiao Yin's mouth twitched. Are these two men poisoned?have become so childish.

After Gao Zhengrong applied the medicine, he went to arrange for Gao Zheng's funeral. Qiao Yin couldn't bear to see that he hadn't slept all night, his eyes were blind and black, so he and Mu Yechen followed him all the time, helping if they could.

When Gao Zheng arranged for the cremation, he greeted Gao Qiuyi. Gao Qiuyi had makeup on her face and well-dressed clothes, but the one standing beside her was a little numb. Watching the fire engulfed Gao Zheng bit by bit, she didn't collapse emotionally, and continued to go down. She shed tears and messed up her makeup.

Qiao Yin handed her a tissue, "Aunt Qiuyi."

Gao Qiuyi took the tissue and looked at her with a smile, "I'm still sound and sensible, a girl is careful, unlike Zheng Rong, who doesn't understand anything and always pissed me off at everything."

Gao Zhengrong stood beside him with a cold expression on his face.

This is not like a mother and child getting along, more like a rigid subordinate-subordinate relationship.

Qiao Yin and Mu Yechen looked at each other. Since they came to the hospital, they have seen everything Gao Zhengrong did. When Gao Qiuyi came, he just stood there for a while and went to the hotel to rest without doing anything. He was also critical of Gao Zhengrong's arrangements, and complained that he didn't do well.

Gao Zhengrong was already very sad about losing his uncle, and he had to arrange a funeral for him. If they weren't for their company, he would be alone, how pitiful.

Gao Qiuyi and Gao Zhengrong have different ideas about where to bury Gao Zheng next.

Gao Qiuyi scolded him and looked at him like he was looking at a dog that had been domesticated by him.