Su Mozheng moved her lips and shouted that familiar title.
But the sun suddenly darkened, and the garden and her father in front of her had long since disappeared, leaving only darkness. She stood in the darkness, stretching her hands. She touched both sides, but what she caught was only air.
Endless darkness was swallowing her up, and she shouted in panic, "Dad, Dad!"
No one responded to her, and her response only flowed endlessly in the empty dark space, gradually disappearing.
"Dad, Dad!" Su Mozheng shook her head. On her closed face, her long eyelashes drooped, and her delicate little face was tightly wrinkled. The palms on her sides had already been pinched out of fear.
fist.
"Dad!" She finally screamed and opened her eyes. What struck her was the white ceiling, and the bright light of the incandescent lamp illuminated her delicate little face, with tears reflected on it.
The night outside the window was dark. She sat up from the bed and wiped her face with her hands. Her hands were covered with sticky tears.
That was, when she was eleven years old, Su Mozheng closed her eyes in pain.
She knew that her father's death was not a dream, but she was unwilling to face it. Her last relative left her just like that.
"You're awake!" The nurse opened the door and looked at her worriedly, "You fainted just now. Did you really scare me?"
She said nothing, just lowered her head and stared blankly at the ground, as if she had lost consciousness.
The nurse looked at her like this, with a bit of worry in her eyes, "I know you can't accept it all at once, but your father has passed away, so you have to express your condolences!"
"Where is my father... placed now?" She suddenly raised her head, and her clear black eyes were no longer as crazy as before, only calm.
"Okay, I'll take you there!"
At two or three o'clock in the morning, the corridor was extremely quiet. The nurse was walking in front. She only heard the sound of her footsteps hitting the ground softly, and the sound of her heart beating. It was surprisingly calm. So calm that she thought
I have no consciousness anymore.
She followed the nurse and walked until she reached the morgue at the bottom of the hospital, next to the office of the medical staff on duty.
She watched the nurse order the old man in charge of the morgue to open the door, and watched the door that was filled with a cold atmosphere open. The light blue light surrounded it, and a smell of formalin hit her face.
Her brows wrinkled almost invisible, and then her expression darkened.
The smell she hates the most, and her father is here.
The nurse led her in to identify the body, "This is your father." She pointed to the man covered with white cloth in front of her and said, then looked back at her, "Don't delay too long, and I'm going out first.
People cannot be resurrected after death, so please bear with us and accept the change."
Su Mozheng nodded towards her, with an expressionless face, "Thank you," the nurse walked out. The patter of footsteps sounded weird and terrifying in the morgue this early morning. Su Mozheng, however, suddenly
Aware of nothing.
She looked at the convex body covered by the white cloth, tears rolling down her eyes again, "Dad..." She choked with a hoarse voice, stretched her hand in the air, and finally bravely lifted the white cloth.
She wished that the man below him was not her father, but the familiar eyebrows and the cold outline of the man below him were indeed her father.
He closed his eyes tightly, and there was no trace of pain on his face. He died peacefully and peacefully. It was as if he was not dying, but just falling asleep.
She remembered that a few days ago, she saw her living father in the hospital, but now, he was lying on this cold bed and passed away from this world.
It was all such a coincidence that her father, who could barely walk, actually escaped from the hospital, and the road he took turned out to be the only way for Su Zhai. Did he want to go home?
Su Mozheng reached out, took out the comb hidden in her arms, and combed her father's messy hair. Even if her father left like this, he should be clean and tidy, so that he could be with him underground.
Mother is reunited.
She always seemed to be a bystander, witnessing Mo Qin's death and her father's death again, but she was weak and powerless.
"Bah..." The wooden comb was broken by her, red marks appeared on her hands, and blood rolled out of her eyes.
Bai Xinhui! Never let her go! She wants her, and she will pay for it with her own life!
Bai Xinhui thought wrong. There were surveillance cameras on that section of road.
So when the news that a young woman killed a lonely old man was shown on TV the next day, the media used various channels to verify it.
It was confirmed that the young woman was the woman that Su's president was going to marry some time ago, the future Mrs. Jin; and the lonely old man turned out to be Su Yongkang, the former chairman of Su's.
After all kinds of negative news, Su once again brought the headlines to the front page of the audience.
The second wife of the ex-son-in-law killed his ex-father-in-law. This is such explosive news.
Bai Xinhui pressed the button on the remote control and saw the news, and almost threw the remote control away.
She turned around and looked at Jin Zun, whose face was suddenly livid, almost at a loss. Her voice was almost trembling, "Sir, what should I do now? Zun, I don't want to go to jail. Zun, what should I do now?"
He turned to her very slowly, with no smile visible on the curves of his cold face, only the storm in his black eyes, which seemed to be condensing into a volcano.
"You said? The person you killed was Su Yongkang..." Under his calm words, a faint tremor could be heard.
"Yes, yes..." Seeing him like this, Bai Xinhui couldn't help but shrink her shoulders and step back.
"Then why didn't you tell me last night!?" He spoke out every word, and the palm of his hand that was close to the side of his trouser leg actually trembled a little.
"I thought, I thought..." Bai Xinhui was so frightened by his uncertain look that she almost cried.
"What do you think?" He looked at her intently, stood up suddenly, waved his hand, and slapped her hard, "Why didn't you tell me last night, you tell me!?"
"Pa—" A very loud sound and a slap landed on her fair cheek, and five red marks suddenly appeared.
Jin Zun stood there, his waving palm still in the air, his dark eyes were as dark as an approaching storm, and his chest was rising and falling, which was particularly terrifying.
Bai Xinhui covered the beaten half of her cheek, her eyes filled with disbelief, "Sir, you hit me?" He had never hit her, and from the time they met, everything he gave her was the best.
, who treats her the best. There will never be a day when she will believe that he will actually hit her?