"Xiao Bei!" Mo Wen rushed over and hugged her, "Calm down, the doctor has tried his best. Now dad is waiting for you inside. If you don't go in, you may... miss him forever."
Hearing this last sentence, Mo Bei felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Let's go, I'll accompany you in!" Mo Wen helped her walk to the emergency room.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face. She stood up straight with her back and carefully adjusted the expression on her face before she stepped in.
In the ward, Mo Wenxiu was lying on the pillow, his face pale and waxy, with a faint trace of blood on the corners of his lips.
Looking at the man on the pillow, Mo Bei suddenly realized that he had lost so much weight during this period of time.
She was so stupid that she didn't realize this.
last year?!
Could it be that he suddenly decided to get married for her last year because he discovered his illness?
Thinking of this possibility, Mo Bei felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard by someone, and he wrinkled tightly.
"Xiao Bei."
Mo Wenxiu looked at his daughter who walked in, and immediately raised the corners of his lips and extended his palm to her.
"dad."
Mo Bei took two quick steps and held his palm.
"I'm sorry." Mo Wenxiu held her palm with his backhand, his voice sounded very weak.
Mo Bei wanted to speak, but couldn't. He just held his hand tightly, as if this could keep him.
"Dad is leaving, you have to take good care of yourself in the future..." Mo Wenxiu took a deep breath and suppressed the blood that overflowed from his throat again, "Dad didn't take good care of mom, and he didn't take good care of you, I'm sorry.
...Now, you are not a child anymore, you have to be strong... Xiaowen... Xiaobei will be looking after you from now on..."
"Okay, godfather, don't worry." Mo Wen replied with tears in his eyes.
Turning his eyes back to his daughter, Mo Wenxiu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, but blood had already poured out of his throat, and he could not say a word.
"dad!"
Mo Bei raised his palm and wiped the blood from his mouth, but there was more and more blood on his mouth, and he couldn't wipe it clean.
Mo Wenxiu looked at his daughter with an apologetic expression. Her daughter had grown up and looked exactly like her mother. They were both so beautiful.
"dad!"
Seeing his father's face tilted to one side, Mo Bei cried hoarsely.
When they heard her voice outside the door, several of their men rushed in hurriedly. Looking at the dead Mo Wenxiu, Mo Wen clenched his teeth and had tears in his eyes.
He was adopted by Mo Wenxiu when he was ten years old. At first, Mo Wen did not agree with him. Over the years, it was Mo Wenxiu who used his care to gain Mo Wen's trust.
If it weren't for Mo Wenxiu, even if he didn't die, he wouldn't be able to live like this today. He would definitely be a thief or a beggar like other orphans.
Looking at Mo Bei who was holding Mo Wen's hand tightly and standing there with gritted teeth, Mo Wen walked over distressedly and held her shoulders.
Mo Bei stood there, gritting his teeth and not crying.
That's right, from now on, she is no longer a child, and she must learn to be strong.
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"Mr. Jiao." Su Yang opened the door and said, "We're here."
Jiao Yang responded softly and stepped out of the car. Su Yang hurriedly followed him.
Jiao Yang stopped and said, "We are very busy now. You should go back first. We have a regular meeting tomorrow morning. Help me prepare the materials."
"You..." Su Yang looked at his face worriedly, "Then I will pick you up tomorrow morning?"
