Lin Mei covered her face and tears fell down her face.

"A Yao, I thought you would always feel a little pity for me."

He glanced at the scars on her cuffs and felt a little moved. He remembered that she was arrogant and willful in the past, a girl who would cry for a long time even if her hand was scratched.

In the blink of an eye, they have all changed over the years.

Time has not given any of them preferential treatment.

"A Mei, I have always regarded you as my sister. In the past, now, and in the future, your life is still very long. You need to live well, get out of here, and start over."

He said in a deep voice, slowly poking his hand out and holding her cold hands hard.

Lin Mei looked at him with tears in her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and crystal tears pressed down heavily. She smiled with red eyes.

"Brother A Yao, you will always be so good. I know that I have done many wrong things before, and I am not worthy of you. I just hope that you would forgive me who was ignorant in the past and say sorry to Mrs. Shangguan and Murong Nuan for me."

"The prison visit time is up!" The prison guard's stern voice came.

Lin Meiyi stood up reluctantly, holding Shangguan Yao's hand tightly, and was forced to let go. She was sandwiched between the prison guards, and walked two steps in a staggering way. Suddenly, she turned around and looked at him firmly.

"Brother A Yao, I will work hard to live. When I get out of prison, you and my sister will come to pick me up, okay?"

Standing in the sunshine, he nodded to her gently for the first time in his life.

She turned around with a dreamy smile, satisfied, but she didn't know that Shangguan Yao's smile gradually restrained the moment she turned around.

If he was alive then.

Walking out of the prison, the sun shone brightly, he bent down and coughed violently.

When he saw the blood on the white handkerchief, he held it tightly, his face pale. He had a lot of things to do. Before this, there should be no accident.

**, today is particularly lively.

The blue sky is clear and green, and colorful kites are floating on the sky. On the lawn, Murong Nuan is flying kites with Mimi and Shangguan Yi. She is wearing white clothes and blue pants, and her black hair is tied high, revealing her slender neck as long as a swan, which is as refreshing and beautiful as the first meeting.

Under a big tree, Wu Yun and cold noodles were barbecuing meat, and black smoke was rising. The two of them were fighting each other over a piece of roasted pork belly.

Not far away, Nancy held a small umbrella proudly, for fear of being tanned, staring at the group of people at the scene with disgust. The lady's posture was undoubtedly her.

"Mimi! Xiaoyi! You two run faster! The kite is about to fall off!" Murong Nuan shouted happily.

"The pork belly is ready!" Wu Yun turned around and glared at him with contempt, "Fortunately, I support myself, otherwise I will rely on you, when will I have to eat this meal?"

"You fart! Think about it with your conscience, did you bake this skewer of pork belly?" Leng Noodles was so angry that she jumped. Every time she quarreled with Wu Yun, she couldn't get any benefits. She really angered him!

"Oh, what's wrong with taking a bunch of meat for you? Spicy!" Wu Yun ran towards Shangguan Yi with a smile, picked him up, grabbed his chubby little finger and pointed it at the cold face, "Young Master, can we call him Spicy from now on?"

Shangguan Yi followed suit and learned a sentence in a crisp way: "Stingy!"

"You... Wu Yun! How can you teach a bad child?" Leng Yun rolled up his sleeves and chased after her and wanted to beat her up.

The two of them ran around the big tree, and even Shangguan Yi couldn't bear to see her childish appearance. The little guy was carrying his hands behind him, shook his head in an adult look, muttering in a silence.

"childish!"

The warm and brilliant picture in front of me was something Shangguan Yao always wanted.

He stood there in a daze, with a gentle smile flowing in his eyes, staring at each of them quietly with a vivid expression.

When he saw Murong Nuan, a sensation of pain came from his chest. He couldn't help but let out a low groan and reached out to cover his chest.

"President, you are finally back! If you don't show up again, when will this messy farce end?" Nancy came out of nowhere, shaking her fan and walking inadvertently to him, blocking his painful appearance.

He barely stood up and said lightly: "Thank you."

Her eyes darkened slightly, she lowered her head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"No thanks."

Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, Nancy moved away, swaying her waist, and slowly swaying away.

Murong Nuan smiled sweetly and hugged his neck, and said softly: "Why have you been there for so long? If you don't go home, I'll drive to pick you up."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile on his eyebrows: "Why, I'm afraid your husband will be snatched?"

"Stop narcissism, I'm afraid you won't find your way home." She buried her head in his chest and said in a muffled voice.

As if he noticed her sensitivity and anxiety, Shangguan Yao raised his hand to hug her, his voice low.

"Nuannuan, don't be afraid. I'm here."

She knew what he was alluding to, and her nose felt sore, and she clenched her teeth and prevented herself from crying.

"By the way, today is Wu Yun's birthday. I want to hold a birthday party for her. Do you think it's okay?" She raised her little face and said excitedly.

He touched her face docilely: "It's good that you like it."

"Hey, don't get tired of you two! Come and eat meat!" Wu Yun said vaguely while eating.

She snuggled up to Shangguan Yao and walked towards them with a smile. Only she knew how cold the man's hands were.

It was clearly blue and white, and the sun was shining brightly, but he was surrounded by cold air that only appeared in winter.

She insisted on smiling like a flower, and made up her mind that when today ended, she would definitely send Shangguan Yao to the hospital tomorrow.

This time, I can't do anything to follow him.

"Nuannuan!" Wu Yun wrapped food in his mouth, looked at her with bulging cheeks, and a hint of horror suddenly appeared in his eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, her heart sank, and she subconsciously looked to her side.

Just before her, a shadow covered her. The man standing beside her seemed like a slow motion shot. He gradually closed his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly faded away. In this way, he fell in front of her.

"A Yao!" She opened her arms, faced him hard, and hugged his heavy body.

"President!"

"Boss!"

"dad!"

The chaotic footsteps gathered rapidly in one direction, and the sun was still bright, but there were places that could not be shined.

In the ICU, Tong Beicheng closed the door and walked out to see Murong Nuan sitting in the passage.

It has been three days since she didn't eat or drink, and she always stayed here, so disobedient that he hated her.

He walked up to her silently and took out a cup of coffee from his white coat's pocket.

"You can just drink something to hold on."

She raised her hand, weak and could not catch the things, and the coffee slammed on the ground and broke a pool, just like her panicked and messy mood.

"A Yao... how is he?" She licked her dry lips and stared at him with a straight look, "Tell me the truth."

Tong Beicheng stretched out his hand, originally just trying to pat her on the shoulder, but seeing her panic-looking, he felt soft and couldn't help but reach out and hug her.

"Go home, I'll contact you as soon as he wakes up."

That means he is still not out of danger.

She shook her head persistently: "No, I said that I will wait for him to come home here."

Tong Beicheng felt a little distressed. He really envied Shangguan Yao for being seriously loved by such a woman.

When will she see her existence?

When he saw the nurse passing by, he quietly signaled her to come over, took a needle from the tray, and quietly injected it into her arm when Murong Nuan was in a daze.

After a moment, Murong Nuan fell quietly on his shoulder and fell asleep.

He bent down and picked her up, pushed open the door of his office, and carefully placed her on the sofa.

The fatigue over the past few days made her thinner and haggard. He raised his hand and gently stroked her face, slowly lowered his head, and his lips were getting closer to her smooth face.

"Director Tong——"

Hearing the sound of pushing the door behind him, he suddenly woke up and stood up calmly.

The head nurse whispered: "The gentleman in the ICU is awake."

He glanced at the sleeping woman, put his hands in his pocket, and said lightly: "I'll go."

Shangguan Yao was lying on the hospital bed, as weak as a piece of white paper. It was hard to imagine that a few months ago, he was still a healthy young man.

At this moment, he looked a little better and leaned against the hospital bed, frowning.

Seeing that it was Tong Beicheng, his brows became tighter and tighter.

"Where is Nuannuan?"

Tong Beicheng did not shy away: "She is resting in my bed."

In a word, the relationship between two people is defined in an extremely ambiguous situation.

Shangguan Yao calmed down and looked out the window silently: "How long does it take for me?"

He honestly replied: "There is only one month left at most."

One month...

When a person's life is only one month left, lying in bed is undoubtedly the most waste of time.
To be continued...