After seeing off all the guests, Murong Rong returned to the tombstone.
Looking at his daughter's bright and bright smile on the tombstone, Murong Rong felt as if his heart was being cut open over and over again.
"Mommy." Chen Chen looked at Murong Rong with some worry.
"I'm fine, Chenchen, can you go back with Grandpa Zhong to rest first?"
Chen Chen, who had always been obedient, refused: "No." He raised his little face, looked at Murong Rong seriously and said, "An An is my sister, and I also want to accompany her."
After saying that, before Murong Rong could speak, he walked to the tombstone and took out a pair of hairpins from his pocket.
"Sister, this is a butterfly hairpin I made by myself. I hope you like it." Chenchen tiptoed and placed it on the tombstone.
A gust of wind blows, and the butterfly hairpin trembles, just like a living butterfly fluttering its wings, which is very beautiful.
It's like An An's response in the dark.
Murong Rong couldn't help crying.
Rong Jiuci came over, put his arms around Murong Rong's shoulders, and whispered, "You can cry today."
Murong Rong shook her head: "I won't cry." She raised her head slightly: "I have promised An An that I will not cry."
She wants to make An An proud, she believes that An An has been watching her.
As a mother, she can't always let An An down.
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong and said nothing, but hugged Murong Rong tighter.
Taoyuan Curie Villa, basement.
There was a sound of footsteps. Qin Yehan put down the test tube in his hand and asked, "How is the situation now?"
Liuzi said: "It has been buried, and it will be buried in the Rong family's ancestral grave."
"The ancestral grave of the Rong family?" Qin Yehan was a little surprised, and then laughed: "It seems that Rong Jiuci really doesn't want to tolerate that stupid woman Ye Wanxin anymore, and is ready to marry Murong Rong."
"That is to say, if you are prepared, you will definitely not get married."
"Oh?" Qin Yehan was a little surprised: "How do you know you can't get married?"
Liuzi said matter-of-factly: "Of course, boss, you look like you're running into bad water right now."
Qin Yehan's face twitched: "Shut up if you can't speak!"
"Oh." Liuzi immediately covered his mouth and looked at Qin Yehan with innocent eyes. It was clearly written in his eyes that you told me to speak directly and not to hide anything. How could I still say something without keeping it true?
Qin Yehan's face turned even uglier. If Liuzi hadn't saved his life before and was always loyal, he would have driven away this stupid guy who couldn't speak.
"Boss..."
Qin Yehan drove Liu Zi away and then walked into the ward.
On the hospital bed, the unconscious girl was even thinner than before. There were bruises on both sides of her cheeks, which looked like they were pinched by someone's hands.
Qin Yehan looked at An An condescendingly, and suddenly sneered, his voice full of ridicule: "It's so funny. You were obviously still alive, but your father and mother buried you. How pitiful."
Probably when I heard him talking, the instrument connected to my body suddenly made a sharp chirping sound.
The doctors on duty outside heard the noise and immediately ran over. When they saw Qin Yehan, their faces changed and they looked a little anxious.
Qin Yehan could see it clearly and couldn't help but sneered and said, "What do you look like? Are you so afraid that I will do something to her? Or do you think I am just an incompetent man who can only do something to children?"
These words were too serious, and the doctor's expression changed drastically, and he quickly explained: "No, we have never had such an idea."
After a pause, he said: "We just came to see the little girl. You also know that her condition is not very good."
In fact, not very good is too polite to describe it. Last time Qin Yehan was angry for some reason and cut a wound on the little girl's face.
Although it was just a wound on other children that was not worth mentioning, it almost killed the little girl.
She is too weak. She can only survive now by hanging on to her breath. If she is not careful, she will die.
Qin Yehan chuckled, feeling that these people were always worried about whether or not they had something to do. He finally managed to get the lifeblood of Rong Jiuci and Murong Rong in his hands, so how could he kill her.
Thinking that one day he would train An An, Qin Yehan was filled with joy. He ordered: "Accelerate the research on new drugs and test them on her as soon as possible. I want to see her get better soon, you know?"
They immediately agreed, and when Qin Yehan didn't stop him, they walked over to check on An An.
Emperor View Garden.
After returning, Murong Rong took Chenchen to take a hot bath and boiled brown sugar ginger water for him to keep him away from the cold.
Chen Chen is stubborn and has been with her until now. She was afraid that Chen Chen would catch a cold.
"Don't always talk about Chenchen, you also have to drink."
Rong Jiuci personally filled a bowl of brown sugar ginger water and delivered it to Murong Rong.
Murong Rong did not refuse, and drank sip after sip until his back started to sweat slightly, then he stopped.
Mrs. Xiang was waiting on the side all the time. Seeing that the three people were in good mood, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly served the cooked dinner.
After dinner, Chen Chen went to rest accompanied by Mrs. Xiang, while Rong Jiuci carried Murong Rong to the bathroom.
"Rong Jiuci."
Murong Rong grabbed Rong Jiuci's hand to take off her clothes: "I can do it myself."
"Are you doubting me?" Rong Jiuci said with a straight handsome face and a very unhappy expression: "I'm not in a hurry to do anything today?"
After a pause, he said, "If you insist, I can satisfy you."
Murong Rong's cheeks suddenly turned red. She was so angry that she took two long breaths and was still very determined, "I will do it myself. I can do it myself."
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong with lowered eyes. Seeing her firm attitude, she did not force herself: "I'll wait for you outside the door."
Murong Rong wanted to say no, she was not Liuli and not that fragile, but Rong Jiuci had already turned around and made it clear that she could not refuse.
He is not a man she can reject again and again.
Click.
The bathroom door is closed.
Murong Rong did not move. After a while, she looked away and breathed out slowly. She seemed to be unable to stand any longer. She slowly sat down on the bath stool, her pale face showing deep pain.
She clutched the small piano hanging around her neck tightly, as if she was holding the light in her life.
Let her indulge once more, for the last time.
Rong Jiuci stood at the door of the bathroom. He faintly heard the sound coming from inside, and subconsciously walked over.
However, when his fingers were about to touch the bathroom door, he stopped again.
Since she insists, give her some more space.
Time is the most powerful doctor and can cure all unhappiness.
When Murong Rong came out of the bathroom, it was already an hour later. She had taken a shower, her hair was wrapped in a towel, and the makeup on her face had been washed away, revealing white and tender skin.
Her eyes were a little red, and the corners of her eyes still had red marks from being wiped hard.
She had cried just now, and when she turned on the shower, there was the sound of water.