My Little Mom Is The Richest Man

But he stayed with Wang Fuqu, the only child his daughter couldn't let go of. In Yang Zhen's eyes, this person was also a factor that led to his daughter's death. If it hadn't been for her daughter to fight for him, she would not fall ill on the operating table at such a young age.

Yang Zhen’s sentiment towards Wang Fuqu is mixed. On the one hand, Wang Fuqu is the most distressed person for his daughter. On the other hand, this child is also from the Wang family. He will definitely know that his grandfather was killed by his foreign public.

But Yang Zhen still decided to keep Wang Fuqu behind. He wanted to watch the last person in the Wang family, how to live his life like a puppet! He wants his daughter's Zaitian Ling to see the fate of Wang's family!

The operation is about to be performed. The room where Wang Fuqu is located is in the deep part of the Dala Palace, surrounded by dimly colored murals, revealing an uncomfortable feeling. The entire room has been installed into a modern operating room. Look like.

Except for the murals on the wall, a team of soldiers guarded the inside and outside of the room, and no one was allowed to enter. The doctors and nurses had been guarding the operating table a long time ago. This time they directly saw Yang Zhen transporting a living person.

In the past, a few soldiers didn't know where to get an organ and brought it to the doctor's hand. But this time was special. They had to use fresh bone marrow. They took the whole bone marrow from Mu Xue and transplanted it into Yang Zhen's body.

The whole process cannot wait for a moment, otherwise, if the cells in the bone marrow die, the bone marrow has no medical value. A soldier walked to Wang Fuqu and took Mu Xue in Wang Fuqu's arms.

Wang Fuqu's indifferent eyes were always staring at Yang Zhen on the hospital bed, he didn't have too much emotion to express. The old man lying in the hospital bed may be his only relative in the world.

But he didn't feel any sadness in his heart. Perhaps after Grandpa left, the only sadness he had left was completely lost. Although there was repentance in his heart, there was no sympathy for sadness at all.

He didn't know if he was doing this right. Seeing Yang Zhen's dying look, Wang Fuqu suddenly felt that maybe he should get this girl down. She is still so young and shouldn't give his life to an old man who is about to die!

But Yang Zhen’s people were all around. A dozen soldiers with live ammunition watched the surroundings vigilantly. Once there was any change, they would shoot immediately. This place has become Yang Zhen’s private castle.

The only way is to kill all the soldiers here before everyone reacts, and then lock the door before the people from outside rush in. This door is made entirely in accordance with military defense.

Ordinary artillery shells can't open here at all, even ground-penetrating missiles have to knock the Dala Palace above them together before they can get in. This thought in Wang Fuqu's heart infects his brain like a virus.

Seeing Mu Xue being carried to the operating table next to Yang Zhen step by step, Mu Xue, who was still sleeping, looked a little pale because she had come here by hanging salt water for several days. Such an immature and youthful face seemed to see him back then.

The Wang Fuqu of that year was dead, and all that was left was an empty shell and a walking corpse. Wang Fuqu always thought that if he really died in a car accident, maybe he wouldn't have to live so tired. This girl has a lot of youth to squander.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!