After hearing this, Mo Fan and Han Jiamei were also shocked. They turned their eyes to look at each other.
Mu Xin endured the bitterness and jealousy in her heart, and a smile still rose on the corner of her lips, forcing herself to let go.
"Are you really unwilling to agree to the plea of a dying person?" She felt deeply disappointed in her tone.
Han Jiamei and Mo Fan have just confirmed their relationship, and Jiamei has not graduated yet and has just turned 20 years old.
In her concept, marriage is at least after the age of 25.
And for Mo Fan, marrying Jiamei is not within his recent consideration, although it is her in the end.
"Han Jiamei."
Mu Xin looked at the girl in front of her and asked reminder, "Are you still saying that you want to do good deeds? You want to help me fulfill your last wish. Mo Fan can marry me, why can't you marry yourself?"
Jiamei was speechless when she asked, "It's not that I can't, it's just..." She was not ready.
Mu Xin looked at Mo Fan again, with his tall nose and deep eyes.
The black hair was casually placed on her forehead, and she was so handsome no matter how she looked.
"If you don't marry her, then marry me!" Mu Xin said to him, "I will give you two choices, and I will need the answer now!"
"Mu Xin..." Jiamei wanted to persuade her to go back to her room to rest first. It was windy outside, and she hoped that she would not force Mo Fan again.
But Mu Xin interrupted softly, "My health is getting worse and worse. I don't want to go to your wedding in a wheelchair. I want to be a bridesmaid, dress up beautifully, and accompany you on the red carpet..."
Finally, Mu Xin also gave a deadline, "Three days, I will give you three days, I don't care, you must get married!"
As she finished speaking, she suddenly became so weak that she couldn't stand steadily, and even her breathing became rapid, and the people in front of her began to overlap.
"Mu Xin!"
Mo Fan saw something was wrong, and quickly supported her with quick eyes and hands.
Mu Xin closed her eyes and fell into his arms.
Han Jiamei was also nervous, "Mu Xin!!"
Mo Fan picked her up with his waist and hugged her to the ward, "Doctor!!! Doctor!" calling all the way.
"Doctor!" Han Jiamei was also anxiously with her and ran towards the ward.
When Mu Xin heard their call, she felt his nervousness, opened her eyes weakly, and saw a face that was so close to her, his chin was so close to her...
For the first time, I could clearly smell the faint fragrance emitted from Mo Fan's body.
Mu Xin opened his eyes hard and looked at him greedily, unable to bear to blink his eyes.
"Mo Fan..." She was still weak in her breath, leaning in his arms weakly, trying hard to look up at him, "You must be happy..."
Mo Fan's heart twitched for a moment, and he always felt that he owed her something.
And what Mu Xin said today also moved him very much.
After carrying Mu Xin to the hospital bed, the doctor came over quickly, put a ventilator on her and started to have an examination.
I know I have a terminal illness and I don’t have much time left.
Mu Xin's entire condition became different and his condition worsened quickly.
In Jiangcheng, a black off-road vehicle stopped in the yard of Han’s villa and walked out of the car with a steady-looking man.
Peiying stood up from the sofa, and she couldn't help but wonder, why did Secretary Xiao come?
"Hello ma'am." The man saluted her after entering the door, and then walked straight upstairs, his pace was a little faster.
It was obvious that Xiangyang had a phone call with him.
Secretary Xiao is here for the first time. Is there something wrong?
He looked like he was in a hurry.
Peiying was holding her heart and didn't dare to go up and disturb her, but she was guessing in her heart.