Fast time travel: The paranoid villain is sucking in my arms

"Sorry, you said you said, I have breakfast."

As she spoke, she picked up the corn on the plate and began to eat it honestly.

She swore she would never laugh again.

Han Mochen and Han Yuan looked at each other again. This time, it was as if a pause button had been pressed.

Neither of them knew what to say.

The atmosphere was very awkward.

"Ahem, this is the will made by the master."

The old housekeeper coughed slightly to ease the awkward atmosphere, and handed the document to Han Mochen.

Han Yuan glanced at the old housekeeper gratefully.

Han Mochen just glanced at it casually and put it aside, frowning: "What kind of will are you making at such a young age?"

Han Yuan paused and said with a smile: "I am almost an old man, how can I still be young?"

"Anyway, the company has to hand it over to you. You have to pay it early and late."

"Dad." Han Mochen suddenly called him.

"Huh?" Han Yuan was stunned for a few seconds, and then responded: "What's the matter? You tell me."

With a smile still in his eyes, he looked at his son. Unknowingly, his son had grown as tall as him and was as handsome and charming as him.

He is an upright man.

You won’t know if you don’t check, but you’ll be shocked if you check.

This guy actually went behind his back and established a company and property abroad, and became very prosperous, and he was not inferior to me in the least.

Han Yuan's smile was a little more pleased. He wanted to hear what this brat wanted to say to him.

Are you finally willing to honestly explain your career?

Or do you want to get engaged quickly and marry a wife?

But he never expected that Han Mochen would speak these words first.

"Dad, I'm sorry. Over the years, I have been ignorant and made you sad."

Han Yuan was startled. He saw that Han Mochen's eyes were full of guilt, like a child who admitted his mistake.

The coldness and hostility of the past have all disappeared.

Han Yuan's eyes suddenly turned red, and he gritted his teeth to endure it.

How can a father cry in front of his son?

No, he wants to save face and cannot cry.

The face-conscious father stepped forward and patted his son on the shoulder, pretending to smile casually: "It's okay, this is nothing to worry about. Dad also made mistakes."

Han Mochen said stubbornly: "No, you are right, I was wrong."

He thought of the past scenes when he had sneered at Han Yuan. He was so ignorant and felt very angry. He even wanted to hit himself with his hand.

He never thought about how uncomfortable Han Yuan would be at that time.

"Haha, how could it be right? Dad was also young, and when he was young, he was prone to making mistakes." His smile was a little more complicated.

Han Mochen knew that he was talking about Han Shaozhuo and frowned. Just when he was about to explain, he hugged him.

"Son, dad is so happy today!" Han Yuan's voice was full of unabashed smile, and his face was full of smiles.

This is the happiest day for him in years.

Han Mochen was also laughing, and then said seriously: "Dad, let's all live a good life from now on."

He was looking forward to Han Yuan's answer, but Han Yuan didn't respond.

Han Mochen slowly let go of him, and suddenly found that Han Yuan's face was very pale.

His eyes suddenly looked horrified: "Dad, what's wrong with you?!"

"master!"

Han Yuan's body was weak and fell down. Dark red blood was slowly spitting out from his mouth and he couldn't stop it.

Nan Xiao reacted quickly and immediately stepped forward to help someone, with a hint of panic in her eyes.

"Quick! Call an ambulance!" she shouted.

Hospital.

ICU.

It turned out that Han Yuan had long been diagnosed with terminal cancer and had little hope of survival.

But he kept it secret from everyone.

Han Mochen recalled that time when he and Han Yuan quarreled over the black cat. Han Yuan thought that he had no future and he did not explain.

That was the first time in these years that Han Yuan got so angry.

Presumably at that time, he already knew his physical condition, right?

Knowing that he will not live long, he is afraid that he will not be able to protect himself...

Han Mochen leaned against the cold wall of the hospital. The air was full of the smell of disinfectant, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly depressing.

He slowly squatted down, folded his hands around his knees and curled up completely.

Nan Xiao came over and hugged him gently, just holding him quietly.

"When I was young, I couldn't protect my mother. Over the years, I never gave her a good look."

His red eyes were filled with sadness, and his voice trembled: "Why am I so ignorant? I haven't done anything for him yet..."

Nan Xiao hugged him tightly and remained silent.

"Xiao Bai, is there any way to make the dying person live well?"

[No, and I have looked for it, and there is no such tool in the system mall. 】

Nan Xiao sighed regretfully and looked at his hands.

There was nothing she could do.

At this time, the door to the ward opened, and the attending doctor came out, shaking his head sadly.

"We have tried our best."

Han Mochen rushed into the ward immediately and saw Han Yuan lying weakly on the hospital bed, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"Achen, it's okay. This happens to everyone, and I've had enough..."

His tone was as calm as if he was talking about what the weather was like today.

But Han Mochen couldn't calm down. He begged with red eyes: "No, don't leave yet. I haven't done anything for you yet. I still..."

I didn’t treat you properly...

He lowered his head in pain, his eyes filled with regret.

"Who said that? You have brought me a lot of happiness since you came into this world. Son, you want to live a good life with your daughter-in-law, do you hear me?"

Han Mochen cried and nodded.

Han Yuan was still smiling and seemed particularly satisfied. He touched his son's head and murmured in a low voice: "Don't cry. If I don't go to her, she might... not want me..."

No need to say it explicitly, everyone knows who she is.

Han Mochen held his hand and said firmly: "She can, she can, she will definitely do it."

Han Yuan smiled, not sure whether he believed it or not, and mentioned another thing.

"I think...forget it, let's just leave that painting alone."

He had finished the painting yesterday, and he was thinking about taking it underground to give him a companion or something.

Finally, after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

Don't ruin such a good painting.

Don't make the person in the painting feel disgusted.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if there was nothing to worry about, but the tears still fell quietly.

"Zhiqing, if there is a next life, we..."

If there is a next life, can we start over?

At the last moment, he stopped talking and gave up the idea.

Because he doesn't deserve it...

Han Yuan's breathing gradually became difficult, and his words were intermittent: "In the next life, you are going to find... find a very good person to marry, and never... never meet me again..."

Han Yuan's hand fell down weakly.