Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

One of them was so frightened that he even robbed him. He shot and killed Mr. Zhan. He didn't expect that he would stop the shot for Zhan Yan.

Zhan Yan was extremely sad and angry. She looked at the pistol in front of her and picked it up mechanically. Without thinking about it, she raised the gun and wanted to shoot, but she was interrupted by a man's voice——

"Show your face, don't do anything stupid!"

Song Zhiyuan saw this scene when he came. His people blocked the group who kidnapped Zhan Yan. Originally, he didn't want to come, but he heard that Lin Siwei acted privately and stole his last trump card when he went to find song Zijin. That was the trump card he used to talk with Fu Beichen. The antidote to iris smile!

Then she went to Zhan Yan, but Zhan Yan didn't seem to see him. The gun slipped from her hand, and she mechanically walked to her grandfather.

Her cold fingertips gently touched grandpa's cheek and whispered, "Grandpa is asleep, don't make a noise..." the ethereal voice was distressed, "it's so cold here. Grandpa is most afraid of cold. Grandpa is not afraid. Yan Yan holds you, it's not cold, it's warm..."

Zhan Yan's beautiful big eyes looked at Grandpa painfully.

"Grandpa, let's go home! It's so cold here..." Zhan Yan tightly hugged grandpa's cold body and looked at grandpa with frightened eyes.

"Grandpa ignored Yan Yan." Zhan Yan kept shaking grandpa's body and said.

"Zhan Yan, it won't help you. Send the old man to the hospital in time..." Song Zhiyuan held Zhan Yan's body and worried in his deep eyes. "If it's late, your grandpa may really die!"

Zhan Yan cried helplessly. The unspeakable pain was like cutting a bone with an iron saw. It was so painful and hoarse: "no, grandpa won't leave me."

"No..." Zhan Yan called deeply in her heart. Tears of blood ran across her cheeks. Her hands, which had no strength at all, raised up and gently stroked grandpa's cheek, with a sad and mute cry.

Silent sobbing, silent calling, but the person in his arms will never wake up.

The operating room.

Zhan Yan sat in place cold all over and looked at the red light in front of him, but he didn't push in long before he was pushed out. It was only half an hour before and after.

The doctor pushed Mr. Zhan out. The white cloth covered his old face. The rescued doctor looked at Zhan Yan and couldn't help sympathizing with her. They just saw too much and had nothing to say.

The doctor looked at Zhan Yan and whispered, "Miss Zhan, I'm sorry, we've tried our best..."

In the cold light, the doctor walked towards the light, his face was dazed and dazzling, and his voice was particularly heavy and dull.

"No... no..." Zhan Yan rushed up uncontrollably and grabbed the doctor's collar. "You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"Miss Zhan, please forgive me. We have really tried our best!"

"No, my grandpa will be fine. He will be fine. You didn't try your best. You lied to me!" Zhan Yan roared, like an angry little lion, with empty eyes but sharp eyes.

"Mr. Zhan himself was not well. Now he was frightened again, and then he was shot. He had no breath when he sent it! Sorry, Miss Zhan, we really tried our best. Please forgive me!"