[69 Book Bar-www.] An Qingxia did not speak, but looked at Yan Zeyang nervously.
After Yan Zeyang finished signing, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at An Qingxia infatuatedly: "Qingxia, I can finally be by your side legitimately..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he passed out.
"Zeyang!" An Qingxia shouted and asked Xiao Moshu to call the doctor.
After Xiao Ya heard that sentence, she laughed loudly and was pulled out.
Yan Huan was also dumbfounded, looking at the man on the hospital bed, he was her father. She had hated him, complained about him, and even swore that she would never consider him as her father in this life.
But at this moment, in order to be able to be by her and her mother's side legitimately, at this critical moment of his life, he just wanted to get a divorce.
Her heart trembled, tears welled up, and she stood behind her mother unconsciously.
"Let's go out first and let the doctor treat him." Xiao Moshu stood behind her and hugged her.
Only Yan Zixi stood blankly on the hospital bed, looking at the man on the bed, her father, being pulled out unconsciously.
Everyone was invited outside the ward, and nurses came and went. At this time, Yan Zeyang's condition was already very critical.
An Qingxia stared at the door of the ward without blinking, fearing that she would miss a little bit of persuasion. She just asked God to be merciful and let him survive.
"Mom, it will be okay, he will be okay..." Yan Huan couldn't help but comfort her mother.
An Qingxia turned to look at her daughter, held her hand tightly and said, "Huanhuan, can you promise mom one thing?"
"Mom, tell me."
"Forgive your dad, forgive him, okay?" An Qingxia said, "He may have done a lot of things wrong, but he is still your dad, and he really loves you and feels a lot of guilt for you."
Yan Huan nodded hurriedly: "I promise you, mom, I promise you..."
"Uncle, what is going on?" Yan Ziqi was going crazy beside him, "What happened to my dad? Why are my dad and my mom getting divorced?"
"Ziqi, remember, it was two women who broke up our family." Xiao Ya said, pointing at Yan Huan and An Qingxia, "It was them who single-handedly destroyed our family."
"Xiao Ya, what are you talking about?" Xiao Moshu scolded coldly, "I think you can leave."
"Why are you taking my mother away?" Yan Ziqi yelled, "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Why are you helping others bully my mother?"
"Ziqi, there are some things you don't understand. I will tell you later." Xiao Moshu said to Ziqi.
"Can you please be quiet?" The nurse came out at this time and said, "This is a hospital, please keep quiet."
"Mr. Xiao, I'm afraid Ms. Xiao is leaving with us." The policeman on the side came up and said.
"Why did you take my mother away?" Yan Ziqi saw that these people were wearing police uniforms and hurriedly pulled Xiao Ya in front of her.
"Ziqi, get out of the way." Xiao Moshu winked at Yan Zishen.
Yan Zishen glanced at his mother and seemed to understand for a moment, then he walked over and picked up his younger brother.
Yan Zixi looked at her mother and then at Xiao Mo's book. Tears were streaming down her face, but she didn't say a word.
Xiao Ya looked at this younger brother and smiled coldly: "Now I finally know what dad meant by what he said? Well done to you, Mo Shu."
She was taken away anyway, and when she was taken away, she looked back again and again, looking at the ward. She didn't know what she wanted to look at, whether she wanted him to be safe or otherwise. She wiped away the tears and followed the police.
The doctor finally came out and said with regret: "We have tried our best. You can go in and see him for the last time!"
When An Qingxia heard this, his body softened. Fortunately, Yan Huan was holding him, so he could stand still.
"Mother..."
Xiao Moshu was also extremely surprised. Could it be that he couldn't be saved in the end? For a moment, he couldn't bear it.
An Qingxia and Yan Huan went in first. Yan Zeyang was already awake now. He smiled when he saw An Qingxia and Yan Huan.
"Zeyang..." An Qingxia hurriedly sat in front of Yan Zeyang's bed, "Zeyang, you have to cheer up, you can't leave us, please..."
Yan Zeyang reluctantly raised his head, and An Qingxia hurriedly held his hand and put it on her cheek. He had suffered too much emotionally in his life and made too many mistakes. Even God was unwilling to forgive him.
"Qingxia...I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you..." Yan Zeyang whispered.
An Qingxia couldn't help but shake her head: "I don't blame you, I really don't blame you, as long as you survive, I beg you to survive."
Yan Huan watched from the side and couldn't bear it. She was going to hate him for the rest of her life. She had already made preparations to hate him for the rest of her life. This life was so long, how could he just leave first?
"I will not leave you..." Yan Zeyang kept smiling, "I will not leave you, I will stay by your side."
"No..." An Qingxia shook her head vigorously and held his hand tightly, "No..."
"Huanhuan..." Yan Zeyang's eyes fell on Yan Huan behind An Qingxia, "Huanhuan..."
"You are so hateful." Yan Huan walked over step by step, "How could you do this? I hate you, do you know? I never want to forgive you in my whole life..."
"Dad is not good, dad is sorry for you..." Yan Zeyang looked at his daughter, tears falling from the corners of his eyes, "Dad can't protect you, can't take care of you..."
Yan Huan held back tears and looked at him. This was the person she respected the most, the idol she worshiped. He was like a heroic existence in her mind. It was he who destroyed everything with his own hands. She once wished she was not his daughter.
It has nothing to do with him at all.
She shouldn't be so sad, but the thought of him leaving her soon was as suffocating and painful as pinching her neck.
"Then you should get better and pay me back what you owe me." Yan Huan sniffed, "You can't be a coward or a deserter. Do you know...you owe your mother,
You haven't paid me back what you owe me."
"I'm sorry, Huanhuan, I'm sorry..." Yan Zeyang was heartbroken and wanted to touch his daughter.
Yan Huan finally relented and moved over, squatting beside the bed and holding his hand, and murmured softly: "Dad..."
After hearing this call "Dad," Yan Zeyang finally smiled. He stroked his daughter's hair: "My Huanhuan..."
"Don't die..." Yan Huan begged, "I beg you, don't die...don't leave us, don't die..."
Yan Zeyang wanted to respond to his daughter, but he saw a small figure standing next to the door.
"Bao'er..." he called softly.
The door opened, and Yan Zixi stood at the door, with tears in her eyes.