Sick young master is addicted to sticking to me

Wei Mingyang just stared at Bu Hanxiu quietly all night, let her taste the desperation of her rotten body and no one to save her, watching her yelling, watching her finally have no strength to scream, slowly, little by little Died a little with despair.

He felt that he should be happy in his heart at this time, but in fact he didn't feel happy. Looking at Bu Hanxiu, who was almost dead, he thought of his mother, how helpless his mother was at that time Woolen cloth?

Wei Mingyang didn't want to think about it anymore, the matter between him and Bu Hanxiu was over with Bu Hanxiu's death, and the only thing left was the missing Han Xin.

It was dawn at this time, and he didn't want to stay in this cold, damp basement with a strange smell.So, he reached out and grabbed Yue Han's arm.

"What's the matter? Ming Yang." Yue Han bent slightly and leaned over to ask him.

Wei Mingyang opened his hands and hugged him, "I'm tired, Hanhan, I want to go home."

"Okay, I'll take you home." Yue Han picked him up with both hands so that he could comfortably lean on his chest, "It's more than half done, do you want to go to Sanya to relax? The rest of the matter How about leaving it to Uncle to handle it?"

"When this semester is over, let's go to Sanya. It happens that the weather is cold, and we will stay there for a while before coming back."

"That's it." Yue Han lowered his head and kissed Wei Mingyang's forehead.

The sun had slowly risen at this time, and the two of them walked into the light, as if they had melted into the light.

"Hanhan, you are like an angel, your whole body is shining."

Wei Mingyang squinted his eyes, leaned against Yue Han's arms, and spoke lazily.

Hearing what he said, Yue Han chuckled, "Young master, I'm not an angel, I'm just a person, don't deify me too much, I told you so before, why have you forgotten?"

"To me, you are an angel, Hanhan." Wei Mingyang opened his eyes and smiled at Yuehan.

These sincere eyes are immature, firm, and naughty. At this moment, Yuehan knew that his child had recovered from his illness.

With Bu Hanxiu's death, the real Wei Mingyang was liberated, "It's my honor to be called an angel by you, young master."

"Then you will honor me forever."

Wei Mingyang stretched comfortably, nestled in Yue Han's arms, and fell asleep.

He was tired, really tired.

He felt that he should be able to sleep well today, and just as he felt, he slept peacefully, because in his dream, he finally dreamed of his mother, father and his baby pig.

He hugged the baby pig, fell asleep on his mother's lap, enjoyed his mother's fingers stroking him tenderly, and listened to his father humming a song with incomplete tone. Everything was so beautiful.

"We're leaving, Xiao Mingyang, you must live a happy life." Bu Shuhua stroked her son's head up and down, her eyes filled with kindness and reluctance.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and dripped on his son's forehead, and the tears were wiped away by the lover beside him, "We should all go, we should let go, in the future, Mingyang will not go forward alone and that's enough."

"husband……"

"Let's go together, in your favorite autumn, it's also very good, isn't it?" The man smiled, his face, which was five points similar to that of the Wei family, was full of tenderness.

He leaned over to his little wife, hugged her, and kissed her lips until their bodies gradually became transparent and disappeared into the golden dream.

"Goodbye...I love you all..."

Wei Mingyang, who was sleeping with Yuehan in his arms, shrank back into Yuehan's arms, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, but his lips were smiling...