Simiao's slender eyelashes no longer blinked slightly, and she was lying on the hospital bed with a calm or peaceful face. Her pretty face had no expression at all, as if she had left this world long ago.
After enough beatings and enough scoldings, Feng Jicheng's face was filled with tears unknowingly. He looked at Simiao with deep and painful eyes. He wanted to get closer to her, but he didn't dare to face her.
Simiao didn't dare to face Simiao lying on the hospital bed, let alone the Simiao he killed! He turned around and ran towards the elevator crazily. He wanted to run out of the hospital, he wanted to return to Greece, and he wanted to continue
During his wedding to Simiao, he murmured, "Si Miao, I will go back to marry you right away. Wait for me, you must wait for me."
With a 'ding--' sound, the elevator door slowly opened. Tai Junxi, Han Xue, and Tongtong came out of the elevator. Feng Jicheng rushed into the elevator in panic as if he hadn't seen it, and kept muttering, "Si
Miao is waiting for me, Simiao is waiting for me."
"What are you waiting for?" Han Xue looked at the elevator closing the door and descending in confusion, and asked eagerly, but Feng Jicheng couldn't answer. He turned around and Tai Junxi led Tongtong to the emergency room.
The lights in the emergency room had gone out, and there were no figures of Simiao and Ouyang Ji. Tai Junxi and Han Xue searched nearby wards one by one. They didn't see Ouyang Ji until they didn't know which ward they were in.
, his back full of sadness stood in front of Simiao's ward.
Ever since the nurse wanted to cover Simiao's face with a white cloth symbolizing death and push him into the morgue, but Ouyang Ji insisted on pushing him into the ward, he stood here, looking at Simiao intently, like a puppet without a soul!
Seeing Ouyang Ji like this, Tai Junxi and Han Xue approached Simiao with their legs a little weak. Han Xue suppressed her tears and asked Ouyang Ji, "How is Simiao?".
Ouyang Ji didn't answer dully, he just stood upright, like a thousand-year-old cold peak, without human perception or warmth! Tai Junxi looked solemn, and trembled his fingers to sniff Simiao's nose. He didn't breathe at all, and his whole body froze!
Men don't shed tears lightly because they haven't reached the point of sadness. In an instant, tears filled Tai Junxi's eyes and poured down like rain, "Zhen Zhen, Zhen Zhen has lost her breath."
"What?!" Han Xue was in disbelief, filled with grief, and her tears fell to the ground, shattering into pieces! She lay on Simiao's body, shook her body desperately, and cried, "Si Miao,
Simiao, wake up, it's impossible, you can't die." Suer stood up and pushed Ouyang Ji out excitedly, "Get out, Simiao died all because of you, get out.
!Si Miao doesn’t want to see you.”
Ouyang Ji, who was like a puppet, was pushed out of the ward by Han Xue. Seeing this, Tai Junxi rationally told him that Ouyang Ji was too quiet, abnormally quiet. Feng Jicheng cried, Han Xue cried, and even
Tongtong, who didn't quite understand the concept of death, cried, but Ouyang Ji didn't cry! So, he stood with Ouyang Ji in the corridor on one side. He knew that Ouyang Ji loved Simiao deeply. If possible, Ouyang Ji would
Ji is willing to die for Simiao!
"Ugh... Simiao, how can you die? Please don't die. Wake up quickly." Han Xue's pretty face covered with tears looked at Simiao and cried, "Even if you have no nostalgia for others, Tongtong
What? What do you want a five-year-old Tongtong to do?"
"Mommy..." Tongtong's tears fell down one by one. He held Simiao's delicate hands tightly and cried loudly, "Mommy, don't let Tongtong go. Mommy... wake up, wow woo woo... Tongtong."
Don’t ask who the father is anymore, Tongtong asked Uncle Feng to be Tongtong’s father, Tongtong likes Uncle Feng, Mommy, don’t let Tongtong go, wow wow…”.
Tongtong's cries echoed in the ward, breaking Han Xue's heart. At the same time, they also woke up Simiao, whose heart had stopped for nearly ten minutes and miraculously came to life.
"Mommy, wow..." Tongtong lowered his eyelids, looked at Simiao's finger in his little hand, and whispered to Han Xue, "Auntie."
"Huh?" Han Xue looked at Tongtong's eyes and was shocked. Oh my god, Simiao's hands were moving. She raised her head and looked at Simiao in surprise. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at her as if she wanted to
Saying something, Han Xue put her ear close to Simiao and listened to Simiao weakly say, "Xue, I have to work hard to survive and take care of Tong, Tongtong, but I don't want to get between them again, never,
Send me, send me..." He passed out.
After hearing that Feng Jicheng returned to Greece, he was in a daze. I heard that Ouyang Ji fell ill in the United States. I heard that neither of them planned to return to China because China held too many memories of them and Simiao.
, Therefore, Simiao’s funeral was organized by Tai Junxi and Han Xue.
The tree is thousands of feet long, and the fallen leaves return to their roots - China. On a white ship, Han Xue, Tai Junxi and Tongtong were all wearing black burial clothes, and the 'Si Miao ashes' mixed with rose petals were sprinkled by Tongtong's little hands.
Entering the sea, Ren Simiao's ashes swim...
A month later, international newspaper headlines stated that Feng Jicheng, CEO of Global World International Group, and Ouyang Ji, CEO of Ouyang Chaebol International Group, broke up!!!
Three months later, international newspaper headlines stated that the Ou Chaebol International Group acquired one of the subsidiaries of the Global World International Group with its strong strength!!!
Six months later, international newspaper headlines stated that Global World International Group used its trump card to win the bidding case that was supposed to be the Ou Clan International Group!!!
A year later, international newspapers headlined that two top international figures, business gods Ouyang Ji and Feng Jicheng, two CEOs with sales worth hundreds of millions, were equally famous in the Economic News!!!
Singapore. Green mountains and green waters, a fishing town, an ordinary and warm courtyard, and in front of a green grape trellis. A woman in a white dress looks at a boy on the road with her big clear eyes. Although the boy is young,
But his handsomeness has already emerged. He has a handsome face drawn by cold lines, a pair of deep eyes shining with sharp light, his thin lips are tightly pursed, and his momentum is so compelling that no one dares to take a peek.
She is Zhen Simiao two years later, and he is Zhen Tongtong two years later.
"Tongtong, why do you get out of school so late today?" Simiao greeted Tongtong with a smile, took his schoolbag, and walked into the yard holding his little hand.
"I'm doing a question at school." The 7-year-old Tongtong answered briefly with a smile. His sharp eyebrows and unfathomable depth condensed his wisdom, making him a celebrity in the fishing village.
"Oh, hurry up and wash your hands, and then eat," Simiao said warmly, placing dishes and chopsticks on the table in the yard, "Tongtong, tomorrow is Saturday, and it is also the anniversary of your grandmother's death. Go and give it to your grandmother with your mommy.
Grandma sweeps the grave."
"Yes" Tongtong responded sensibly, does this mean he will return to China tomorrow? In fact, he misses China very much, misses his uncle there who feels like a daddy, and has expectations for his trip to China...