"You are his mother, Zhan Xicheng won't do this." Ning Yan said softly, "I saw that there was a toast to you in his wedding planning. Now what he fears the most is that you will not attend."

Listening to Ning Yan's words, his eyes suddenly turned red.

People who are dying or not become particularly sad.

Otherwise, how could my heart hurt like a needle when I was so cold-blooded?

Seeing the tears on Mrs. Zhan’s face, Ning Yan turned around and took a tissue for her and handed it to her.

Mrs. Zhan didn't answer and just stared at Ning Yan.

Ning Yan pursed her lips, took the initiative to pick up the tissue, and gently wiped her tears.

"Ning Yan, don't he hate me?"

Mrs. Zhan let Ning Yan serve him, but did not push her away.

Ning Yan smiled faintly and shook her head: "How can a son hate his mother? It's like a son making her mother angry. That mother can't throw away the child, are you right?"

Listening to Ning Yan's words, the tears on Mrs. Zhan's face fell even harder.

Ning Yan looked at it, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"I'm sorry for him"

Mrs. Zhan spoke guiltily, "To Zhan Xicheng, I have never been a qualified mother."

"He won't be angry with you, really."

Mrs. Zhan shook her head and slowly closed her eyes, with a feeling of pain.

"But it's too late, everything is too late."

Does Ning Yan understand what she gave birth to? It’s too late?

Seeing that Ning Yan was not out for a long time, Zhan Xicheng pushed open the door with some concern.

The moment he opened the door, he saw Ning Yan gently covering his mother with a quilt. Zhan Xicheng was stunned for a moment.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ning Yan turned her head, curled her lips and smiled at the man in front of her, and then slowly walked to him.

The two closed the door and stood in the corridor.

Zhan Xicheng stared at Ning Yan in confusion and said in a low voice: "What did you say to my mother just now? Why did you fall asleep?"

Ning Yan frowned, put his hands on Zhan Xicheng's neck, leaned his little face in his arms, and spoke softly: "Zhan Xicheng, is your mother very serious?"

When she was covering her with a quilt just now, she saw the diagnosis on the bedside table.

Advanced cancer!

Because she reached the end of her life, she was so upset with the series of wrong things she had done before.

After saying this, Ning Yan could feel the man in his arms being stiffer.

It seems to be true.

"husband"

Ning Yan didn't know how to comfort Zhan Xicheng, so she could only hug him tightly and stand on the same front as him.

"Advanced gastric cancer."

Zhan Xicheng hugged Ning Yan with his backhand, and his dull voice rang in his ears, his voice was hoarse.

Ning Yan knew that every time he fought in Xicheng, he felt uncomfortable.

Advanced gastric cancer

Before Ning Yan could speak, Zhan Xicheng continued to speak: "The doctor said that she had known it a long time ago, but she did not receive treatment."

Ning Yan was stunned, looked up at Zhan Xicheng and asked, "No treatment, why?"

Zhan Xicheng smiled bitterly, and he wanted to know what I said, maybe he didn't want to live anymore.

The most important thing is that he just learned that all the assets of the Zhan family were transferred to his name.

So she did this because she felt guilty towards him and was atonement?

Ning Yan raised his hand and touched Zhan Xicheng's frown eyebrows, and said softly: "Zhan Xicheng, let's take your mother over and take care of her."

Hearing Ning Yan's voice, Zhan Xicheng frowned, "Don't you hate her?"

Ning Yan pursed her lips: "But that is your mother. I married you, so that is my mother."
Chapter completed!