If You Don't Accept the Confession, Why Are You Crying When I Change My Mind?

Chapter 514 Remove Jiang Zhou's one-vote veto? (Ask for flower recommendation ticket)

No matter how ferocious a tiger is, it will be outdated.

Even the richest old man will die.

Jiang Zhou pushed the door and walked in.

Holding Feng Siruo's hand, he walked to the hospital bed.

At this moment, Feng Yuanshan opened his eyes slightly.

He glanced at Jiang Zhou and showed a smile.

That smile was full of pride, really arrogant.

"Stinky boy, come and see if I'm dead?"

Jiang Zhou leaned over and looked at him: "What do you think about leaving such a big stall to Si Ruo?"

Feng Yuanshan took a deep breath: "You don't want to, but if you give Si Ruo, it means it will be given to you?"

"grandfather."

Feng Yuanshan looked at Feng Siruo: "Hey, good granddaughter, don't be too prodigal."

Feng Siruo nodded and said softly, "I'll save some flowers..."

"Hahaha, silly girl, cough cough cough..."

"Okay, let's talk less, I'm really afraid that you will die when you talk."

Feng Yuanshan shook his head gently: "If you don't say it, you won't have the chance to say it."

Jiang Zhou didn't believe it at all: "You said the same thing last time."

"Last time there was something that wasn't done, this time it's really done, damn it."

"Nothing else to worry about?"

Feng Yuanshan shook his head: "It's all arranged. If there is something I didn't expect, you can arrange it for me."

Jiang Zhou pulled up a stool and sat down: "I never asked you, what about Feng Ao? Where did he go?"

"Remember the rolling mill we went to?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

Feng Yuanshan smiled slightly: "I bought it and let that kid go to be the factory manager. The place is also close to the Qiushui Cemetery, so I can often pay tribute to his mother."

Jiang Zhou was silent for a while, then nodded: "It's a good arrangement, does he have any opinion?"

"That kid was so happy that he said that the golden den and the silver den are not as good as his own dog kennel."

"Those who are content are always happy, this sentence is not false at all."

Feng Yuanshan nodded: "I was not satisfied back then, so I would feel guilty for the rest of my life' ˇ."

Jiang Zhou patted the back of his hand: "I'm going to die, don't think about it anymore."

"That's right, give me a cigarette."

"No."

"Fuck, don't lie to the old man."

Jiang Zhou patted Feng Siruo's belly: "We have a child and quit smoking."

Feng Yuanshan was slightly taken aback: "Look at my memory, I almost forgot, boys and girls?"

"There's a high probability that it's a girl, but it's only been three months, so I'm not sure."

"The girl is good, the girl is caring."

Jiang Zhou couldn't help but smile: "It's not like what you said."

Feng Yuanshan was silent for a while: "Jiang Zhou, please apologize to Evian when you have time."

"Actually, my aunt didn't hate you. She said it was her choice, otherwise you couldn't stop her back then."

"I'll just say it, the girl is so caring, she even comforted me when she knew I was going to die."

"I think what Aunt Feng said is true, but whatever you think, you're dying anyway."

"I've given you all my property, so can't you say something nice?"

Jiang Zhou pondered for a moment: "I invited Feng Yue back, and he still does the fit."

Feng Yuanshan smiled: "Thank you, thank you..."

"It's all a family, don't be so polite."

"I've known you for so long, and that's what I hear."

Jiang Zhou pulled Feng Siruo over: "There is something more pleasing to the ear, would you like to hear it?"

Feng Yuanshan's expression was a little surprised: "Anything else? Let's hear it."

"The child's name is Jiang Tang, which is from Si Ruo, but he still lacks a nickname."

"..."

Feng Yuanshan suddenly left two lines of turbid tears: "I actually asked me to take it, can I do it?"

Jiang Zhou pinched the bridge of his nose: "You sound better, my father-in-law's talent is not very good."

"You wait for me to think about it, ahem, I have to... I have to think about it."

"Then don't think about it too long."

"Know……"

Feng Yuanshan hummed and slowly closed his eyes.

At that time, the leaves outside the window swayed with the sound of the wind.

Cicadas are chirping among the leaves, and the smell of midsummer is full.

Feng Yuanshan thought for a long time, but after all, he never woke up again.

Because just when he said to think about it, he had already started vomiting blood.

The original white sheets and hospital clothes were dyed with strange red flowers.

Then the heartbeat monitor became a branch line, and the alarm sounded suddenly.

Then the doctor rushed in, shouting all sorts of jargon.

Then Feng Siruo sobbed softly, clutching Jiang Zhou's arm tightly.

Then the two walked out of the ward and were silent for a long time.

Humans are born to live and die.

This is called living to death.

Everyone has such a day.

Maybe sooner or later.

This can be seen as liberation or as a destination.

"¨. Jiang Zhou..."

"Um?"

Feng Siruo looked at him sadly: "But grandpa hasn't given Jiang Tang a nickname..."

Jiang Zhou wiped her tears: "Who said that? It's already taken."

"Really?"

"Well, it's called Knowing, the big name is Jiang Tang, the nickname is Knowing, I said don't think about it for too long, he figured it out immediately, really Nima is talented."

"Is that so..."

"Um."

Feng Siruo raised her fair little hand and carefully wiped the corner of his eyes.

Then I touched the baby in my belly and leaned gently on his shoulder.

"Grass, I forgot to tell him something."

"What are you talking about?"

Jiang Zhou sighed: "I have to tell him that it's not because he gave us his family property that he was given a nickname."

Feng Siruo nodded: "Well, it's because he achieved good results."

"Actually, it's not very good. A girl's family, called know, what is the level of infertility."

Jiang Zhou was talking and led Feng Siruo out.

Then he picked up Ding Yue and Feng Yiyi and returned to Qingqian Villa.

Feng Yuanshan's death was so sudden that no one in the villa was notified.

Therefore, the person reporting the funeral can only be served by Jiang Zhou.

At that time, Feng Chong held the teacup in silence for a long time, and the last person went to the lake for a stroll.

Feng Yue cried as soon as he heard it, rushed outside and drove to the hospital.

Aunt Feng didn't speak, but just stood up and asked the security guard at the door to ask for a cigarette.

The poor quality tobacco burns into smoke that pours into the lungs, leaving behind a slice of bitterness.

As for the others, Jiang Zhou didn't know them well.

So he arranged for Secretary Jiao to go everywhere to give notices.

Then he walked into the gray building and entered the study on the second floor.

The bed in the study has been carried out.

A new rattan chair was replaced in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Jiang Zhou lay on it and shook it, thinking that the old man would really enjoy it.