If he drowns, he will be afraid of more pain.

Shi Luo shook his head, "No, Xiao Qi is not dead... Xiao Qi, get up, aren't you saying that you are most afraid of me crying? Get up..."

As Shi Luo pulled, Shi Yanqi's hand fell off.

The soft and weak hangs beside the bed.

Shi Yanqi has a pair of hands with distinct joints, long, straight, tender and white. Shi Luo has always liked his hands very much.

Because these hands are not only beautiful, but also very warm.

Shi Luo trembled and held his hands, and then he trembled.

Every winter, Yan Qi would cover her hands, and she would treat her as a small stove, and it was cold at this moment.

There is no trace of temperature.

On the hot day, Shi Luo felt cold all over.

"I'll cover you... Xiao Qi, mom covers you. In the past, you just covered your hands. This time, mom comes to cover you... so that you won't be cold..."

Shi Luo covered Shi Yanqi's hand with both hands and placed it on his forehead, "You will not be cold if you cover up..."

"If you cover up, you will feel warm and you will not lose your strength... You said you will carry the water in the future, you said you will do the strength in the future, you said you will rely on me in the future..."

The nurse on the side went forward to pull Shi Luo.

"Ms. Shi, you are mourning..."

Shi Luo was pulled away, and when he saw Shi Yanqi's hand hanging down weakly, he burst into tears, "Xiao Qi, get up, get up..."

Shi Luo's world was in chaos, he lost all his strength, and there were darkness in front of him.

She didn't know that she fainted, she only remembered the chaos.

Until she was pulled out of the bed by her ex-mother-in-law Mei Yue, "You give me my Xiaoqi back and my baby grandson!"

Shi Luo's collar was caught, and a flower in front of him had been dragged to the ground by Mei Yue.

"How do you do damn it? How did you take care of Xiao Qi? Why did he become like that? Didn't you say that only you can raise it? Why did he die? You give it back to my grandson!"

Mei Yue's voice is no longer elegant and slow, sharp and sharp, and has great strength.

"I said I raised Xiao Qi, you had to raise him, but you became like this. If I raised him, I wouldn't have been like this..."

Mei Yue is old, and she is holding Shi Luo, and no one dares to use too much force, and can't even pull it away, until Yan Mingsheng appears, "Mom, let go of Shi Luo."

Yan Mingsheng's feet were still hotel slippers, his eyes were covered with blood. He forced himself to spread Mei Yue's hand and caught Shi Luo who was falling down.

"Shi Luo...Where is Xiao Qi?"

Everyone present, including the doctor, looked at Yan Mingsheng blankly, not understanding why he suddenly appeared.

Shi Luo looked at Yan Mingsheng and shook his head, "What are you doing when you come back... It's too late, it's too late..."

Yan Mingsheng shook his body and turned to the doctor, "Where is Xiao Qi? I...is his father."

He could not recognize Xiao Qi in public for the rest of his life until after Xiao Qi died.

After a moment of quiet, there was a burst of blast.

Su Muyan followed Yan Mingsheng, closed her eyes, and her face looked extremely ugly.

The next thing is to investigate the cause of Yan Qi's death.

On that day, news that Yan Mingsheng and the famous writer Shi Luo had already gotten married and had children was reported.

At the same time, there is also news of Shi Yan Qi's death.

The news broke completely.

The network connection is paralyzed.

Yan Mingsheng and Shi Luo had been hiding their marriage for so many years, and after Shi Yanqi died, it was reported.
Chapter completed!