Chapter 37 Action Begins! 3

Jiang Nan stood at the pick-up gate and saw a middle-aged beauty with a very good temperament at a glance, and hurriedly came this way.

Before the middle-aged beauty came to her, Jiang Nan quickly greeted her and said with tears in her eyes, "Aunt Zhen, you are here!"

The man suddenly took off his sunglasses and asked Jiang Nan nervously, "Are you the exclusive maid of the ink wheel?" How is he now? Does it matter?"

Jiang Nan's eyes were suddenly full of tears, and she shook her head desperately, but she didn't say anything.

Su Molun's mother suddenly turned pale and said in fear, "Don't cry, you child. What's going on?"

Jiang Nan wiped her tears and said, "Aunt Zhen, you'd better come with me!" You will know what the specific situation is when you see it with your own eyes!"

Su Molun's mother was also so anxious that she didn't hear that there was something wrong with Jiang Nan's name. According to common sense, no matter how high Jiang Nan's status is, she is only a maid. She can only be called a lady but not an aunt.

In the same way, Su Molun's father was also so stupid that he didn't even hear Jiang Nan's speech sickness.

Jiang Nan left the airport's pick-up port with the anxious Su Moran's mother and took a bus directly to an extremely private nursing home.

When he got out of the car, Jiang Nan found another excuse and left. Su Molun's mother couldn't take care of this. She rushed in directly and bumped into each room like a headless fly.

Running, a closed door suddenly attracted the attention of Su Molun's mother. Subconsciously pushed the door in, and a large room was empty and there was nothing.

Su Molun's mother touched the switch on the wall and gently pressed it, and the only light in the room lit up.

The light was orange, warm and soft, gently hitting her face and on the walls on both sides.

Su Molun's mother noticed that there were many photos hanging on the wall.

She couldn't help taking a step forward and looking up.

This is the only one, but it has made her eyes slightly moist.

The first photo is not someone else, but herself more than 20 years ago. At that time, she was so sunny, warm, beautiful and generous. In the second photo, a handsome and extraordinary man appeared. The man fell in love with her at first sight, fell in love with her again, and remembered her three times.

Pictures and photos are like horse lanterns, which condenses everything about her over the past 20 years into pictures.

Although there is no text, it has told too much.

Su Molun's mother slowly looked forward with tears. Tears wet her clothes and blurred her vision.

Years of waiting, years of love, as if it suddenly broke out at that moment!

She couldn't help sobbing.

Especially when she saw the photo of her child's birth, she cried even more. Reaching out and gently touching the photo of Su Molun, who was still in his infuriating, Su Molun's mother held the wall and cried in pain.

"How could this happen? How did it become like this?" Su Molun's mother sat slowly on the ground with her back to the wall, tears flowing: "Why is God so unfair to me? Why did I get the greatest happiness and suffer the greatest pain?

And in another room of the sanatorium, there was also a man sobbing.

Similarly, there are also photos and pictures around him, recording his bits and pieces of more than 20 years.

When he saw his only son, Su Molun, who was only a teenager, holding a picture of his mother and standing in front of the window in a daze, he wiped the tears on his face fiercely.

The person who painted this painting is very skillful and extremelychuan.

Divide Su Molun's sadness, dullness and puzzlement into the wood.

"Why? Why did you get to this point? Su Molun's father punched the wall fiercely and hid his head deeply in his shoulders, and his whole body shrugged slightly.

Tears fell gently and silently blended into the floor, moistening the brown floor.

"If I had known this would happen, no matter what the cost, I would not have let her leave me!" Su Molun's father cried extremely awkwardly and suddenly held his head like a wounded beast. He roared crazily, roared, and vented his pain desperately.

In another room, Jiang Nan stared at what happened in the two rooms through monitoring.

"Isn't it too much for us to do this?" Jiang Nan couldn't bear it: "Looking at them so sad, I suddenly feel disgusted."

"This is called a strong medicine! Otherwise, how can the two people who want face be hooked? Hua Ziye smiled evilly: "This is called a seven-inch snake! Do you understand? Little doll!"

Huaziye habitually grabbed Jiang Nan's head. Jiang Nan slanted at Hua Ziye: "Senior Ziye, if your hair is often caught, you will be caught and bald!"

Jiang Nan's implication is that if you dare to scratch my hair again, the next snack will not be for you!

Sure enough, this trick worked very well, and Hua Ziye obediently withdrew his hand.

At this time, Hua Ziye suddenly said, "It's almost time, Nannan, keep up the good work, and the next step is up to you!" We have laid so much ground and prepared so much, and it depends on this last trembling!"

"I understand!" Jiang Nan gritted his teeth and said, "Anyway, if the bad guys do this, it's not worse! Leave the rest to me. However, you have to explain to Yu Wenchang that those necessary tools for the scene are indispensable!"

"I understand!" Hua Ziye laughed and patted Jiang Nan on the shoulder: "Our little housekeeper has become more and more powerful recently!"

"Miya senior!" Jiang Nan pouted, and Hua Ziye suddenly laughed and turned around and left.

Jiang Nan took a deep breath, came to Su Molun's father's room and said softly, "Uncle Su, I'm sorry, Master Molun said he didn't want to see you for the time being. Please come back!"

Su Moran's father looked at Jiang Nan with red eyes, and Jiang Nan's heart was sad. I also have a father, but I have been away from home for so many days, and I haven't seen him call me. In his heart, is it really no longer important?

Why is the same father so different?

"Your name is Jiang Nan, right? What else did Mo Lun say? Su Molun's father tried his best to hold back his tears, but when he saw the last photo of the lonely figure hanging on the wall, he couldn't help blushing again: "I want to see his attending doctor."

"Yes, Uncle Su, the young master's attending doctor is already waiting for you in the office!" Jiang Nan slowly said according to the words practiced in advance: "In fact, the young master secretly returned to China this time to see you for the last time. After seeing you, the young master plans to live in England for a long time.

"Okay, I'll go!" Su Molun's father opened the door and rushed to the office that everyone had prepared for him.

Jiang Nan came to Su Morun's mother's room and said with tears in her eyes, "Aunt Zhen, have you read the hospital's diagnosis? Young master, I'm afraid this time he is--"

Speaking of this, Su Molun's mother suddenly took a step forward, hugged Jiang Nan, and cried: "It's all my fault! Why did I throw him cruelly to his father? If I keep him with me, maybe--"

"Aunt Zhen, it doesn't matter, really. After seeing you for the last time, the young master will go abroad to recuperate. No matter how far he can go in the future, as long as he sees you before his death, he will be very satisfied. Jiang Nan said with choking.

"The young master's illness this time is highly confidential for the family, and the young master does not want the Su family to know. Therefore, the young master has been gritting his teeth alone these days. He was afraid that Grandma Su would be depressed when she heard the news! After all, she is so old. If she knew that her only heir had such a disease, she would definitely--"

"Stop talking, stop talking! I know it!" Su Molun's mother cried out loud: "I came back for this! Jiang Nan, don't worry, no matter what the price is, I won't let him die in vain!"

At this moment, Su Molun, who was monitoring everything in the apartment, suddenly asked, "What on earth did they make me have a terminal illness to make them cry so sad?"