ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] Mu Anyou's heart skipped a beat and stopped for a moment. He immediately looked at the little man on the hospital bed, hooked his lips, pulled out an upward curve with force, and murmured:

"Hui Hui, this joke is not funny at all.

, look, you have scared your grandma and aunt, so wake up quickly, okay? Mom will cook your favorite dishes, buy you your favorite toys, and take you to the amusement park, ah? Huihui, hurry up.

Promise mom, Hui Hui, Hui Hui, Hui Hui..."

Low calls echoed in the house one after another, and there was a whining atmosphere lingering around.

Director Zhang and the nurse, who were used to seeing life and death scenes, both had slightly red eyes, feeling sad and what a pity.

Such a sensible child at such a young age...

Director Zhang wiped the corners of his eyes and signaled the nurse to remove the monitor and ventilator.

"Uncle Zhang, are Huihui waking up? So we don't need these things anymore, right?" Mu Anyou turned around and asked the figure standing aside.

The words were too sincere and the eyes were too clear. Director Zhang's heart tightened: "An'an, you, my condolences..." Before the word came out, he was suddenly interrupted.

"No, Uncle Zhang, Huihui will wake up. You don't know how well-behaved he is, you don't know how sensible he is..."

"Huihui, Huihui, mother is going to be angry. You shout quickly, otherwise, mother will ignore you again, Huihui, Huihui..."

For more than ten minutes, Mu Anyou repeated these words over and over again. The response to these calls was despairing silence.

Mu Xile, who had been crying behind him, could no longer bear it. He stood up and walked over to hug his sister, crying: "An'an, don't shout anymore, Huihui is gone and has gone to heaven. He will never be seen again."

No more suffering from illness..."

"No, sister, no, no, he is so sensible, how could he leave me, how could he leave me, I am his favorite mother, the mother he is most worried about..." Mu Anyou shook her head

Neither crying nor making trouble, he kept saying it again and again, as if it was the truth, as if everything in front of him was just a joke. After the joke was over, the little man on the bed would wake up and wrap his arms around his neck, saying, "I'm sorry, mom."

, I will never scare you like this again...

"An'an, An'an..." Mu Xile cried bitterly while holding her sister.

Thirty minutes, one hour, ninety minutes, two hours...

The sky gradually lights up and dyes the sky. Such a clear morning exudes a suffocating atmosphere of despair.

After all, Gu Xiuyuan's heart couldn't bear it anymore, so Director Zhang forcibly took her to a bed next door and hooked up an intravenous drip.

"Mom." Mu Xile approached the ward with a haggard look, stood beside the bed, and shouted hoarsely.

"How is An'an?" Gu Xiuyuan asked weakly, her eyes already red and swollen.

She shook her head dejectedly: "It's still the same, hugging Huihui and refusing to let go, and kept mumbling, not crying or making trouble." The more this happened, the more worried she became, if she cried, shouted, vented,

The pain in my heart may be better, but...

Gu Xiuyuan closed her eyes in pain, God, if you resent me, Gu Xiuyuan, for snatching someone else's man, just come to me. How can you put all the pain on my daughter?

The ringtone of the cell phone broke the silence in the room.

Taking out the mobile phone from her pocket, Mu Xile looked at the three words on the caller ID, eyes full of fierceness, opened it to answer the call, and put it to her ear.

"Sister, which ward is Hui Hui in? She doesn't answer my phone calls when I call her." Zhan Aofan's breathless voice sounded on the other end of the phone, with a hint of anxiety.

But these words sounded full of ridicule to Mu Xile's ears at this time. She opened her lips and spoke out the ward number in a cold voice and quickly hung up the phone.

He raised his eyes to meet his mother's knowing eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Mom, this is Zhan Aofan."

"Don't let An An see what the private detective photographed." Gu Xiuyuan said.

"Mom, An An already... I called that bastard last night, and that woman answered the phone. An An... also talked to her on the phone." Thinking of the calm look on her sister's face from the beginning to the end, Mu Xile felt flustered.

Zhan Aofan couldn't even wait for the elevator. He jogged all the way up to the eighth floor and opened the door...

Mu Anyou sat on the bed, holding Mu Hui in her arms and murmuring something.

"An'an." Zhan Aofan called out, but received no response, and his heart was beating harder.

"An'an?" I called out cautiously again, but the person on the bed still didn't respond.

Huihui in her arms was very quiet, but his face was pale and he looked like he was asleep.

Zhan Aofan was about to approach, but someone suddenly came in from behind and grabbed his arm and dragged him to the reception area of ​​the VIP ward. Before he could react, there was a loud slap and a burning pain on the left side of his face.

"Zhan Aofan, you really deserve to die." Mu Xile scolded angrily in a cold voice.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm late. I just found out that Hui Hui was sick and the flight was delayed..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the person in front of him.

"You are indeed late, Zhan Aofan. You will never hear your son's voice again in your entire life."

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Zhan Aofan staggered and half-knelt beside the hospital bed. He didn't know how he got here. He didn't know what Mu Xile said after that. He only remembered the sentence "You will never hear your son's voice again" over and over again.

A sentence buzzed in my mind...

"An'an..." She shouted in pain, reaching out to hug the little man in her arms.

Mu Anyou suddenly felt as if she had just seen him, and suddenly raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes full of expectation: "Zhan Aofan, come here quickly, help me wake up Huihui quickly, and tell him no.

You can't make fun of me like this, you can't scare me like this, wake him up quickly, hurry up, hurry up..."

"An'an..." Zhan Aofan's gloomy eyes were filled with condensed tears, and his voice was hoarse, full of regret.

Mu Anyou seemed not to notice, but stretched out a hand to hold his arm, begging urgently: "Zhan Aofan, please, please, please, you are so powerful, you are so omnipotent, you

Can you please wake up Huihui? As long as you wake him up, I will leave. I will never disturb your life again. I will make things happen for you and Chen Jieya. Can you please wake him up? Please..."

"An'an, I..." Zhan Aofan was about to say something, but the person in front of him was not willing to give him a chance. He just shook his arm and begged.

Such humility and such prayer made Zhan Aofan's heartache beyond description. He could only stare at her and the cold body in her arms...

Whose world collapsed in an instant? Whose life became desolate in an instant?

Who gave whom a crazy feeling? Who returned whom a lifetime of love?

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