Chapter 951: As Long as She

When Su Lenghan heard the words Meng Xinyan, his body froze and tensed a little, and the only trace of blood on his face faded. He pressed his lips tightly into a thin and lonely arc, his eyes There's something hollow about it, too.

Seeing Su Lenghan like this, Yun Bixue really couldn't bear to watch anymore.

In any case, she had a good relationship with Su Lenghan back then. He was nothing like what he is now. At that time, he was handsome, noble and elegant. Standing in a crowd, he would always be the first to be seen.

But looking at it now, he really lacks that dazzling light. His whole person exudes a quiet and dead air, and he is also thin and has more white hair on his head that does not belong to his age.

All this makes people feel sad and sigh.

For a moment, just when Yun Bixue and Xie Limo wanted to say something more, Su Lenghan said slowly: "I asked the Su family to prepare for her funeral. No matter what, she is Yangyang's mother."

From this sentence, Yun Bixue can hear a father's love for his children, a broad love.

After a pause, Su Lenghan continued: "Although I am very angry and hateful, in the final analysis it is my fault. I did not see the person clearly, and I misled her. She can be regarded as giving birth to Yangyang for me. , the deceased is gone, and the past has also disappeared.”

Yun Bixue listened, looked at each other with Xie Limo, and then breathed a sigh of relief. It was best for Su Lenghan to think this way. After all, people still have to look forward.

"I heard the doctor said that your stomach is just weak and you are not suitable for eating anything. Li Mo and I brought you some millet porridge. Drink it while it's hot to nourish your stomach. If you need help with the Su Group's affairs, , just say it.”

At this time Xie Limo's cell phone rang. He signaled to Yun Bixue and then went out to answer the phone.

Yun Bixue put some supplements next to her, took out the millet porridge from the thermal box, and handed a spoon to Su Lenghan.

Su Lenghan looked at the scene in front of him, and then looked at Yun Bixue's still gentle and kind smile. His heart ached for a while. In a trance, he had an illusion that the two of them were still in their original time. She cooked for him, Busy for him, take care of his body and his stomach.

It was like this before.

"Leng Han, your stomach is not good, you must remember to eat well."

"I made millet porridge with you,

I heard that millet porridge nourishes the stomach. "

"Don't work too hard. Money is all external things. Only health and happiness are the most important."

"I don't have that big ambition. I think as long as everyone is doing well, that's more important than anything else."

"Leng Han, don't be so big-hearted. You are tired of your body and mind. In fact, you have a lifetime, so you must take care of yourself..."

…

The crisp voice seemed to still be ringing in his ears. It was so touching that it made him nostalgic, dazed, and even delusional. They had not changed. He was not married, and she was not married. He would definitely cherish her, no matter how hard he worked. Life, he didn't want to lose her.

If he could choose, he would want nothing but her.

Yun Bixue looked at Su Lenghan's dazed and sad expression and asked doubtfully: "Su Lenghan, what's wrong with you? Are you drinking porridge?"

Su Lenghan looked at the porridge in front of him, but his heart was sourer and warmer than anything else. Speaking of it carefully, the meal she cooked was actually his most beautiful memory.

After drinking the porridge, Su Lenghan felt so warm that his nose felt sore. He grabbed Yun Bixue's hand and tears began to fall. He lowered his head, not daring to let Yun Bixue see his tears. .