Like a little sparrow, chirping coax song Zijin happy.

Although song Zijin was very painful, she always smiled at Song Buhui. She was a very strong mother.

However, her condition became more and more serious. Although she used a lot of painkillers, song Zijin still rolled in bed in pain.

Song Buhui grabbed song Zijin's hand and didn't cry all the time. Instead, she kept singing to song Zijin. She said, "Mom won't hurt if she hears song Zijin!"

The doctor said that song Zijin had run out of oil and the lamp was dry. I'm afraid they won't last long. Let them prepare for the afterlife as soon as possible. These days, Zhan Yan didn't know how many tears he shed for song Zijin.

In the bedroom of Fu's villa.

"Yan Yan, stop crying. Life and death are destiny. None of us can change!" Fu Beichen comforted.

Zhan Yan wiped away his tears and choked in his voice to discuss with him, "after Zijin's death, there will be no one to take care of him without regret! Beichen, no matter who her father is, it has nothing to do with the child. After all, she is also the flesh and blood of the Fu family. I want to take care of her myself, can I?"

"Even if song Zijin dies, her children can't be orphans. Song Zhiyuan won't be reduced to the point where I want Fu Beichen to raise children for him!" Fu Beichen said.

He is not so stingy and can't accommodate a little girl. I'm afraid song Zhiyuan won't agree.

Besides, why should he raise children for song Zhiyuan?

It's funny. Fu Beichen is nothing. He can't accommodate a child, but can't accept her father, song Zhiyuan.

Besides, with song Zhiyuan's character, he won't let Fu Beichen raise children for him!

"Do you still hate song Zhiyuan..." when Zhan Yan saw Fu Beichen talking like this, he naturally felt bad. He directly angered Fu Beichen, "you really have a grudge!"

Hearing Fu Beichen's words, he couldn't help getting angry. "Zhan Yan, don't make trouble for me. It's not my problem. Do you think song Zhiyuan will let me raise his daughter?!"

Seeing Fu Beichen was angry, his face collapsed, and Zhan Yan began to be in trouble. She can't deny that what Fu Beichen said is true. Song Zhiyuan really won't let Fu Beichen raise his daughter, and it would be better for the child to follow his father.

"Well, I'll go to the hospital tomorrow and ask Zijin what he means!"

Recently, Zhan Yan got up very early and accompanied song Zijin in the hospital every day. He had no psychology to meet Fu Beichen and his son at all.

Early in the morning, zhanyan was ready to go out with her bag, but Xiaole stood at the door, stretching her waist, "Mommy, are you going out again?"

"Well, aunt Zijin is ill. I have to take care of her. You should be good these days, you know?" Zhan Yan said, reaching out to pinch Xiaole's cheek, but he was disgusted and avoided.

"Mommy, do you still think I'm a child?" Xiao Le said and turned back to the room.

Zhan Yan drove to the hospital. Song Zijin seemed to be getting worse day by day. The doctor said that she didn't have much time left. If there were any unfinished wishes, try to meet her.

Zhan Yan thought that all song Zijin's unfinished wishes lie in Song Zhiyuan. She has no relatives in the world, no regrets and nostalgia, so the person she wants to see most should be song Zhiyuan!

"Zi Jin, you are so ill. Does song Zhiyuan know?" Zhan Yan sat by the hospital bed and asked tentatively.

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