Ye Wanrong laughed, "This time, I want to take the lead, I... have to go find Hongxin first.
But I'm afraid he doesn't want to see me."
"But, I want to tell him that this time, I didn't use any tricks. I really... really couldn't stand it any longer, so I went down first."
"Stop talking."
Lin Huiru was worried that she would run out of energy, "Nie Zheng will be here soon, and Xiaoxiao too."
Ye Wanrong seemed not to hear, and turned her attention to Ying Yuming.
"He..." "He is my husband."
Lin Huiru said quickly, "It's Xiaoxiao's father."
"Oh..." Ye Wanrong suddenly understood and nodded, "Only such a person can be worthy of you.
Fortunately, God has treated you well."
Ying Yuming listened on the side, disdainful in his heart, but it was hard to refute a dying man.
Fortunately, Nie Zheng and Xiao Xiao arrived.
"mom!"
Nie Zheng rushed in front, his bangs hanging in front of his forehead, looking a little embarrassed.
Xiaoxiao didn't look good. Seeing that her strength had not yet recovered, she covered her mouth and tried her best to resist the urge to cough.
"mom!"
Nie Zheng knelt down directly in front of Ye Wanrong and held her in his arms.
Xiaoxiao took a step behind him and knelt beside Ye Wanrong. Lin Huiru had already given up her position to them.
"Azheng..." Ye Wanrong held her son's hand tightly. She felt like she was falling and needed something to hold on to.
She had some difficulty speaking.
"Mom wants to say to you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Nie Zheng closed his eyes, tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.
Xiaoxiao was shocked. This was the first time she saw Nie Zheng cry.
Ye Wanrong stretched out her hand to Feng Xiaoxiao, and Xiaoxiao quickly handed it over, "Mom..." "Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry..."
She had done wrong things all her life, and in the end, all she could say was that she was sorry.
Fortunately, everyone she owed was here.
Ye Wanrong looked at Lin Huiru again, and Lin Huiru came over quickly, "Say."
"Yes, I'm sorry...I'm sorry."
Lin Huiru covered her mouth and burst into tears.
Finally, Ye Wanrong's eyes fell on Nie Zheng.
"Zheng, don't cry. Mom is going to find your dad. In this life, mom will be sorry for you. If there is an afterlife, mom still wants to be your mom.
I will give you a good hug, hold your hand, and teach you how to read, read, and understand..." Ye Wanrong paused, "I'm afraid you don't want to."
"willing."
Nie Zheng hugged his mother and whispered in her ear, "Mom, in the next life, Azheng will still be your son! You promised me that whatever you owe me in this life, you will repay me in the next life!"
"……good."
Ye Wanrong smiled with relief.
Then, she took Xiaoxiao's hand and handed it to Nie Zheng. She opened her mouth and struggled to explain: "Okay, okay, okay..." Xiaoxiao had tears streaming down her face and was speechless.
I can nod my head vigorously.
Suddenly, I saw Nie Zheng stiffen and then hug Ye Wanrong tightly, his shoulders shaking slightly.
Xiaoxiao's heart sank, her mother-in-law was gone... Nie Zheng hugged Ye Wanrong tightly and said nothing.
Xiaoxiao stayed with him quietly. She had never seen Nie Zheng look so fragile.
How sad should Nie Zheng be?
He has longed for maternal love all his life, but when his mother really started to care about his son, she was already... Ah Zheng, how pitiful he is.
On the blocked road, a strange sound of footsteps came.
One foot was deep and the other was shallow. Xiaoxiao looked up and saw that it was Ye Jingming.
The old man was leaning on a cane and looking at his daughter in Nie Zheng's arms, he instantly looked ten years older...